"Medium-rare."
Arriving at the crime scene, Xiu Xin Aoyama caught his first glimpse of Noda Jiro and his driver, and as a lover of fresh abalone, the foodie made his judgment.
"Huh?" Chi Ben Xinzhang, who was questioning the person who reported the incident, didn't hear clearly and turned back to Aoyama Xiu Xin, saying, "Was the deceased an acquaintance of the police chief?"
"They're not my acquaintances; my acquaintances aren't as charred as those two, and mainly hail from Hiroshima and Nagasaki." Aoyama Xiu Xin replied offhandedly, then added, "And a small part in Tokyo."
Chi Ben Xinzhang: "..."
He understood instantly.
As a genuine Japanese, he should, out of a simple patriotic sentiment, reprimand Aoyama Xiu Xin for making a joke out of his compatriots who died innocently in the war, especially since he is a government official.
But as a bureaucrat, a subordinate, he chose to laugh heartily, "Police Chief, you're quite the humorist."
