National Tide 1980.

Chapter 931 Osechi Cuisine
The door was opened.

Under the light at the entrance, Ning Weimin, who was flushed and coughing, stood in front of the door in his pajamas.

He is sick, his body is weak, and his hair is messy.

In this situation, Matsumoto Keiko, who is dressed in gorgeous clothes and well-dressed, formed a wonderful contrast.

In Ning Weimin's eyes, Matsumoto Keiko seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dazzling light, which could overshadow the lights on the roof.

Her hair was neatly combed, and her makeup was more delicate than usual.

Even though he was over thirty, his skin was as fair as fat, with a soft luster and no wrinkles.

Especially her figure is very elegant, and the kimono she wears is so luxurious and decent.

It is not only different from the small furisodes dyed with floral patterns in the movie "Gobancho Yugiro", but also different from the plain black middle furisodes in the movie "Dotonbori River".

The Nakafurisode kimono she is wearing today is a light green fabric dyed with floral accessories.

A dark red butterfly-shaped belt is tied around the waist, which sets off the bright green waist pad more eye-catchingly.

It can be said that the overall collocation is noble and decent, which can make her look younger than her real age, yet dignified and stylish.

For a moment, Ning Weimin, who was almost stunned, couldn't find a suitable word in his language vocabulary to describe the beauty of Matsumoto Keiko in a kimono and saluting gracefully.

But he immediately understood Xu Zhimo's poem - the gentleness of bowing his head, just like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot withstand the cool breeze...

This made him even more ashamed of himself and embarrassed by his slovenly appearance during his illness.

However, love between a man and a woman is magical, even though he feels so greasy and embarrassed.

But in Matsumoto Keiko's eyes, he has a completely different look that makes people feel distressed.

Not only did Keiko Matsumoto despise him, but his virtues were as sick as "Master Empty", on the contrary, it just hit the softest part of Keiko Matsumoto's heart.

The world always thinks that women need men to love them, but in the end it is always women who love men.

This psychological characteristic is undoubtedly a woman's weakness.

At this moment, Matsumoto Keiko's eyes were also attracted by Ning Weimin.

Including his firm Adam's apple, clear cheeks, and hair that is as messy as weeds, they are all so pitiful and want to be cared for.

What's more, from the look on his face, he could tell that his body temperature was high, and he definitely had a serious fever.

So he walked in and said "Congratulations on the new year" according to the Japanese New Year custom.

Matsumoto Keiko had no time to put down his things and change his shoes, so he anxiously supported Ning Weimin and pushed him into the house.

"Oh, go in and rest quickly, don't stand here anymore."

Ning Weimin bowed his head and apologized.

"I'm so sorry to cause you trouble. Even though today is the New Year, I ruined your reunion with your family."

"Don't be so polite. You should tell me when you're sick. If you don't tell me, I'll be angry. Hey, I'll accompany you to the hospital later, okay?"

"This...no need. I'm much better now, so there should be no big problem. That...you come in and sit...sorry, the conditions here are really rough, please don't dislike it. There's no hot water, not even a cup of tea I can't make you..."

Ning Weimin touched his forehead, and then looked at the only living room with a semi-old sofa and a hardwood chair.

Unlike the calm and indifferent attitude when receiving Zou Guodong, Matsumoto Keiko still blushed a little when he saw him living in a place like donkey dung.

However, Keiko Matsumoto, who had changed her shoes, didn't seem to care about it at all.

She put down the things she brought first, and took the initiative to boil a pot of hot water.

After asking Ning Weimin if he had taken any medicine, he found his thermometer, handed it to him, and said it like a child.

"Go and sit on the sofa. It's more comfortable. If you have a fever, your throat must be uncomfortable. You should talk less and drink more water. I brought some food. You can take a few bites later and then go to bed. Come on , measure the temperature first, and then eat after the measurement..."

"I just tested it, and it's not too high." Ning Weimin looked at the thermometer in Matsumoto Keiko's hand, his eyes showed hesitation.

"It's better to test it, I can rest assured after reading it." Keiko Matsumoto persuaded patiently.

In this way, Ning Weimin had no choice but to take the thermometer, hold it in his hand, and look at Matsumoto Keiko in embarrassment.

Keiko Matsumoto was stunned for a moment, and after understanding, she smiled awkwardly and turned around immediately.

She simply took the food box and went into the kitchen to heat up the food for Ning Weimin.

And taking advantage of this time, Ning Weimin unbuttoned his shirt and clamped the thermometer under his arm.

Frankly speaking, the huge gap between the internal and external conditions of Ningweimin's residence did not fail to arouse Matsumoto Keiko's surprise and curiosity.

But as an actress, she can control her expressions very well.

Moreover, women's perspectives are inherently different from men's.

After the initial brief surprise, Keiko Matsumoto was quickly attracted by the orderliness in the house.

It stands to reason that a patient's environment will be messy.

From her imagination, she knew that Ning Weimin had done some packing in advance probably because she wanted to come.

After coming out of the kitchen, Matsumoto Keiko observed a relatively special place in Ning Weimin's living room.

A small wooden table next to the TV, covered with a clean tablecloth.

There was nothing else on the table except a few videotapes of her acting in the film, and the watch and pager she gave to Ning Weimin.

It was completely uncontrollable, a slight smile appeared on Keiko Matsumoto's face, and an indescribable sense of joy and joy arose spontaneously.

Obviously, that was what Ning Weimin cared about most in this room, and everything related to her was placed there.

In addition to joy, there is also touch, compassion, warmth and longing.

In the end, a feeling full of vitality lingered in my heart.

It was as if she was sitting alone on the big tree on the top of the mountain, watching the sun slowly rise to the east, and gradually rose to parallel with her line of sight, and the sun was only rising for her.

Keiko Matsumoto fell into this boundless illusion, enjoying and daydreaming...

Suddenly, Ning Weimin's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"38 degrees four."

"Let me see……"

Withdrawing her thoughts instantly, Keiko Matsumoto turned anxiously and walked towards Ning Weimin.

Ning Wei Youmin coughed a few times, and had no choice but to hand over the thermometer he had just taken out from his armpit.

"It's 38 degrees five, it's not low, I should go to the hospital..."

Matsumoto Keiko looked at the degrees carefully and exposed the fact that Ning Weimin was trying to cover up.

But Ning Weimin still didn't want to go to the doctor, it was too cold outside, he was weak and he really didn't want to move.

So still do stubborn persistence.

"Actually, before you came, you had a fever of 39 degrees. But I have already taken antipyretics, and it has worked. It should come down soon. Wait and see, if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, I will go... "

Matsumoto Keiko looked at Ning Weimin with pleading eyes, and suddenly thought of those children in the kindergarten who lied and refused to get injections.

She sighed helplessly, she really couldn't harden her heart, so she had no choice but to obey him.

"Then... have something to eat? I brought a lot of dishes, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat them all." Ning Weimin replied without thinking.

This is not just to make Matsumoto Keiko happy.

Just because the things he bought at the convenience store were really a torture to his eating habits and Huaxia's stomach.

"That can't be done, you have a fever, and there are some things you can't eat."

And hearing Ning Weimin's answer, Matsumoto Keiko couldn't help laughing, and once again felt that he was really full of childishness.

This kind of childishness is too easy to inspire a woman's motherhood.

Matsumoto Keiko re-entered the kitchen, quickly arranged the dishes and all the food that she had heated.

Because there is no room in the living room, these things are placed on the desk in Ning Weimin's study.

Matsumoto Keiko carefully moved everything on Ning Weimin's table to other places.

And try to arrange the tableware and food very beautifully and neatly.

After everything was done, he greeted softly, "Come here to eat."

Ning Weimin walked over as docilely as a good baby.

And he didn't forget to bring in a chair from the living room, otherwise there is only one chair in the study, and there is no seat for two people.

"You sit..."

"Okay...you can eat it while it's hot."

Ning Weimin moved the chair in front of Matsumoto Keiko, and then sat down at the table by himself.

However, when he took a closer look, he was surprised at the abundance of ingredients, and immediately attracted all his attention by the dazzling array of meals on the table.

"This... is too troublesome. Did you make it? Or bought it?"

"I didn't buy it. I made it with my mother. This is a Japanese New Year's food. Please try it. I hope it can satisfy your appetite." Keiko Matsumoto said politely.

You know, what she brought today was a complete set of "Osechi cuisine".

And the multi-layer lacquerware box she used to hold the dishes is called "heavy box".

This class is like a Chinese food box, with red and black inside, and a square shape, which means "good things are many, and there is a steady stream."

Although there are regional differences, Japanese heavy boxes generally have three to five layers.

Keiko Matsumoto's family is rich, so he brought a five-story "heavy box" and a rich variety of dishes.

In terms of value, it can definitely surpass the "Osechi Cuisine" worth tens of thousands of yen sold in high-end restaurants.

On the top floor of "Ichi no Shige", the dishes loaded are "Tokuyao" and the appetizer "Kouchori".

Put grilled food and cold dishes mixed with vinegar in the second layer "two weights".

The third layer "Sanzhizhong" is filled with grilled delicacies from mountains and seas.

The fourth layer of "heaviness" contains boiled and stewed dishes.

And the last layer of "five weights" is empty, implying to make room for blessings.

So each of the four big food boxes has more than a dozen styles, and when put together, there are almost a hundred kinds.

It's like a mini version of the official seat of the altar palace restaurant, do you think Ning Weimin can't be surprised?
Eating is still secondary, the key is that Ning Weimin's business mind can't be idle.

Don't look at his brain being half-boiled right now, but he started to run at high speed again after being stimulated by this kind of stimulation, instinctively thinking about the possibility of making money by imitating.

"Eat quickly, you're welcome, wait a little longer, the food will be cold again..."

After a long time, seeing that Ning Weimin hadn't moved his chopsticks, Matsumoto Keiko thought he was embarrassed and couldn't help urging him again.

"Then I ate it?" Ning Weimin returned to reality from his commercial imagination, and started to taste it.

The temperature of the food is just right and it exudes a tantalizing aroma.

All kinds of flavors are delicious that Ning Weimin has never smelled before, which is intoxicating.

After all, he is a Chinese. In his previous life, when he visited Tokyo, he was only a glimpse of the past, and his meals were chain restaurants operated by capital.

Where do you go for this truly upscale, authentic Japanese-inspired feast?

It's like outsiders and foreigners coming to the capital to wander around.

Often can only eat out in restaurants.

Even if it is not a black shop with a name in the tourist area, you will not be able to eat really delicious braised noodles, sumptuous spring cake feasts, and winning buns.

Because these special foods require effort and effort, which is troublesome.

How could the merchant do such a worthless business?
What's more, Matsumoto Keiko was not at ease and just sat by.

Yamato Nadeko's virtue made her move to the desk and keep adding dishes and soup to Ning Weimin.

Ning Weimin just needs to be his master and concentrate on eating delicious food.

Mature women all understand an iron law that getting full care from women in terms of diet and daily life has always been the most primitive desire of men, and even the ultimate dream of men.

On the surface, a man's love is stimulated by hormones.

But in essence, a man's love is nourished by the stomach.

So I have to admit, "Get an American salary, live in a British house, marry a Japanese wife, and find a French lover", this is true.

Japanese women are indeed a kind of existence that can represent tenderness and sweetness.

Relatively speaking, if it is different in China, men are often the ones who take care of women.

I have to keep asking the girl what she wants to eat and drink?
You have to pick up vegetables and serve soup for the other party, you have to please, and in the end you have to pay for it yourself.

In short, Ning Weimin was almost in a trance after eating this meal.

He is no longer simply eating, chewing nutrition.

He is enjoying a woman's love and care, absorbing emotional nutrition.

Moreover, this woman strongly attracted him in all aspects, and she was the national goddess of contemporary Japan.

Not to mention the pleasure brought by the desire to conquer, it is this kind of meticulous and considerate enjoyment that makes him fall in love, no matter how difficult it is to extricate himself.

"Is it delicious?" Matsumoto Keiko asked softly.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." Ning Weimin replied sincerely.

And in the blink of an eye, he confirmed it with actions.

Clean up most of the food, especially boiled and stewed dishes, there is nothing left.

"Eat slowly, don't worry. You are still sick."

Ning Weimin stopped suddenly, looked at Matsumoto Keiko calmly, and said solemnly, "I seem to be fine."

"What? Okay?"

"Really, suddenly my head doesn't hurt anymore, my forehead doesn't burn anymore, and my body doesn't feel sore anymore."

"You're obviously kidding me, really..."

"No kidding. I'll be fine as long as I'm eating. Maybe it's because I'm sweating. No, it's because I saw you..."

Keiko Matsumoto's face turned red instantly, "You still say it's not a joke? It would be great if it was so amazing."

"I won't lie to you. Don't you...don't believe me?"

Matsumoto Keiko didn't know that Ning Weimin just said it casually, but he was serious.

However, these words sounded like a pun in her ears.

(End of this chapter)