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Kawasaki City can be regarded as a city that never sleeps. It was only after seven o'clock at this time, and it was not yet the peak of nightclubs. The two sat by the window, enjoying Japanese and Western food, while admiring the busy flow of people outside the window.There are often US Navy boats moored here, and seaside bars and nightclubs also serve this kind of Japanese-style western food.

The Japanese-style improved Western food is named "Japanese Western Food". Although similar ingredients, seasonings and cooking methods are used, the Western food made by the Japanese is still different from that in Europe.In terms of taste, it will be slightly lighter, and in terms of the shape of the plate, it will incorporate the aesthetics of some Japanese meals, which is more refined and quiet.

Of course, "Japanese style western food" is not really Western food, but a "mirror image" of Western food in the eyes of Japanese people, and it is a Japanese imagination of Western food.Japan has always admired foreign cultures. In ancient times, it introduced Chinese tea ceremony and calligraphy. After the ban on the country was bombarded by Western artillery, it has always admired Western culture and imitated Western culture in all aspects of life.

For example, Japanese girls now prefer to dye their hair and deepen their eyes when making up to make themselves look like Europeans, which is considered beautiful.Therefore, the so-called Japanese food is only similar to Western food in appearance and form. It is the elements of Western food absorbed by the Japanese and concocted a phantom of Western food.

Interestingly, this phantom has not been shattered, but has also affected Western food, causing some changes in Western food. For example, some Italian restaurants have also begun to produce dishes that focus on light food and health preservation.

Dongfang Yi cut a small piece of hamburger into the entrance, and nodded slightly: "It is very suitable for the taste of oriental people, and it emphasizes the original flavor of meat. The beef is very soft but will not fall apart, and the gravy is very rich. It matches with eggplant and melon. It is seamless, and the black pepper juice brings a little spicy stimulation, and the taste is richer."

"I'm not used to western food. I don't like Japanese food or Chinese food!" Mr. Deng curled his lips. This guy is purely a local tyrant, "If you throw me abroad, it won't take much, a month You can make me skinny!"

She gave the little boy a supercilious look, but Mr. Deng took it as a wink and smiled at him. Dongfang Yi almost threw Mr. Deng with a knife: "Don't be so disappointing, okay? I hate it to death! Try this sashimi, um, or sashimi, it's very delicious. Delicious. There is also this grilled eel, which is also full of flavor, the fat under the eel skin is roasted and the juice reveals the fragrance, which is quite attractive!"

"I prefer braised or sweet-and-sour carp. The small fish sauce from the Kanto people is more delicious than this!" Mr. Deng muttered, mixing wasabi and soy sauce, dipping the sushi in a mouthful, smacking his lips and frowning, "What the hell? Son?"

The woman glared at the little boy alluringly, and demonstrated gracefully: "Order wasabi on sushi, wrap wasabi in sushi and order soy sauce, it's delicious. Dip in wasabi puree to better mobilize the original flavor of sashimi, oops , don’t use chopsticks to stir the soy sauce and wasabi puree in the small dish, it’s impolite, and you don’t know how to taste sashimi properly!”

"I don't understand!" Mr. Deng shrugged, took a sip of vodka, frowned, as if he was taking medicine, "It's not enough, I'd better go back to China early, I'll treat Mayor Dong to drink Moutai!"

The woman blushed immediately, and the scene on the Hummer appeared in front of her eyes, and she even remembered that she was in front of the car, feeling the extreme pleasure of her sister's ****!Dongfang Yi couldn't wait to smash the plate in front of the little boy's face!

But that extreme feeling flows in every cell of the body, as if re-experiencing that scene, it is an experience rather than a bystander!Telepathy is a very strange means of signal transmission. It is said that during the Cold War, the two superpowers had intensively studied it and tried to use it for military purposes.

So far, no scientist seems to have figured out telepathy, but among the Eastern sisters, that kind of telepathy is very clear, and even the party receiving the signal is far stronger than the sender!The woman in front of her was so soft from that feeling that she couldn't even hold a knife and fork with her small hands, but how could she!

At this moment, the woman's pretty face is as gorgeous as a peach blossom, her eyes are as charming as silk, and even the breath she exhales seems to be the smell of female hormones.Such a sexy woman, coupled with the romantic and ambiguous lighting deliberately created by the bar, Mr. Deng is dumbfounded!

Second Miss Dongfang no longer has the temperament of an ice beauty, and there seems to be no need for her to wear an annoying mask in a foreign country.The little woman has a pretty face that is both happy and angry, delicate lips that are about to drip, and a breast that rises and falls violently. Mr. Deng's breathing is a bit urgent!

I believe that if there are not many people here, the little boys will pounce on them and show affection and love to the beauties!The Dongfang chairman at this time is purely a stunner who charms all living beings, not a professional elite or...

"#￥￥%&&"

A string of birdsong rang in the ears, breaking the charming atmosphere between the two of them. Three American soldiers stood in front of them, staring at Dongfang Yi greedily.It has to be said that Dongfang Yi at this time is no longer the ice beauty she used to be. The woman is full of softness and temptation to male animals.

Like a basin of cold water being poured from head to toe, the two wake up from the warm atmosphere at the same time.Mr. Deng doesn't understand English, and he doesn't like the greedy eyes of the Yankee. At this moment, Dongfang Yi has been regarded as his own slave.

It has nothing to do with identity, just based on the previous few close encounters, the second Miss Dongfang has long been regarded as one of her own by the little boy.But Deng Hua would never say this, but he always showed a strong desire to protect and possess.

With Dongfang Yi's sensitivity, she actually noticed it, but the woman didn't seem to object and was a little complacent, and even enjoyed the man's care.Knowing that the little boy is illiterate in foreign languages, the little woman still focused on Mr. Deng, just like many lovers do.

Enjoying the sense of security brought by a lover was originally the exclusive property of a little girl. Mr. Deng did not disappoint the little girl: "This is a private place, we are enjoying the world of two people, now please go away!"

"Xiao Deng!" Dongfang Yi blamed, but she didn't refute the world of the two, did she mean to be angry, she turned her head and said a few words in fluent English.The Yankee gesticulated, Mr. Deng understood a little bit, the guys wanted to buy Dongfang Yi a drink, the woman frowned, and kept refusing, "￥%...&*!"

The number of guests in the bar has increased, and many people are looking at this side indifferently. I don't know whether they are turning a blind eye or not interested in the conflict between Chinese and Americans.The more the American soldier talked, the more excited he reached out to hold Dongfang Yi's little hand. Deng Hua stood in front of the woman like a ghost, blocking the salty pig's hand that was stretched out to the woman.

Looking at the Americans coldly, like a lion defending its territory, Deng Hua said in a deep voice, "Go away!"

"Huaxia people?"

Dumb guy, can you recognize Chinese language?