My Girlfriend Hiratsuka Shizuo

The early sun hangs above the sea, turning a small piece of the sea into golden color, and several small boats sail in it...

This is the early sun, and it is different from the sunset.

This is Chiba Port Park, where you can see the tall Chiba Port Tower, as well as the cranes and giant ships in the port, and the whistle of the steamship will sound from time to time.

And where he and Hiratsuka were located was a street near the sea, and to their left was a teahouse without a name.

Why is it called a tea house?

Because there are two old people drinking tea at the door.

The street smells of tea, as if all the shops are tea houses.

There is no signboard, which means that only acquaintances or a specific group of people are entertained, and generally this specific group of people has a higher status in human society.

No way, people with low status will not play like this at all, this is the embodiment of the relationship network.

"Xiao Jing, is this here?"

"Yes, let's go in. Steamed buns are sold here. They are the kind of buns from the Celestial Dynasty next door. You know, they are delicious."

Hiratsuka Jing nodded, the car stopped on the side of the road, and walked towards the teahouse with Qiandao Mingxin. When passing two old people drinking tea at the door, an old man raised his head and shouted: "Wait, are you Xiao Jing? "

Hiratsuka stopped, looked at the old man suspiciously, did not dare to be rude, and said carefully: "You are..."

"It's really you. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I didn't expect you to be so old." The old man's face was wrinkled, but his spirit was very good: "I'm your uncle Inoue, how is your father?"

"It turned out to be Uncle Inoue." Hiratsuka Shizuo showed a stunned expression and politely said: "Thanks for your care, father is very good."

"Is there a person inside?" The old man pointed to the store.

Hiratsuka nodded and said, "Yes, my father is inside."

The old man glanced at Qiandao Mingxin, didn't know what to think, smiled and nodded and said: "Okay, then I will talk to Yuren later, and I haven't seen him for a long time, you go first, the old man will sit for a while."

Hiratsuka Shizu bowed slightly, reached out and grabbed Qiandao Mingxin's sleeve and walked towards the store.

From the outside, this teahouse is not very big, but when you walk in, it is unique. The tables and chairs are all neon old objects, separated by bamboo curtains, and most of them are tatami mats with low tables.

There are also elderly people sitting in several places, chatting and drinking tea, and eating a simple breakfast.

Qiandao Mingxin took a few glances and approached Hiratsuka Jing in a low voice: "Xiao Jing, your acting skills just now are so fake, you can see it right away."

That's right, Hiratsuka Shizuo didn't recognize who the old man was at all, but just pretended to know; the old man also saw it, so he didn't point it out, and let both sides go down the stairs.

Glancing at his left hand, Shizuo Hiratsuka was still clutching his sleeve, without reminding him, he smiled slightly.

Hiratsuka Jing turned back and glared at Qiandao Mingxin, and also whispered: "My father has many friends, especially in the business field. I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. How can I remember each of them."

Xiaojing, Xiaojing, you also said that your father is an ordinary employee of the company!Qiandao Mingxin completely sees that this is a hidden 'high-end place';

The two old men just now had an unusual bearing, with the eyes and way of speaking unique to businessmen, but they were still the same, waiting for Shizuka Hiratsuka to say it himself.

——The only person who cared about the old man's words was Shizuo Hiratsuka's father.

The waiter in kimono quickly came up, gave a shallow bow, and Hiratsuka said, "Number 3."

The waiter nodded, stretched out his hand to lead the way, the surrounding walls were made of paper, the two went up to the second floor, the waiter stopped in front of a door, bowed again, and stepped back.

To be honest, Qiandao Mingxin didn't like this way of meeting. It was like the remnants of the old neon era, which conflicted with his current aesthetics. Just looking at it was very uncomfortable.

He didn't feel anything advanced here.

On the contrary, it feels full of hypocrisy, as if they are pursuing some kind of force, or looking back on their past glory. Those old people look at each other with kind smiles, but they all have a purpose.

This is a normal thing, what kind of friendship is there in the mall?This is how the network of relationships is established. Qiandao Mingxin understands that if he does business, he can be more hypocritical than them.

But he is not one of them now.

This gave Qiandao Mingxin a feeling that Hiratsuka's parents wanted to give him a slap in the face!Anyway, it shouldn't be a good idea, otherwise it wouldn't be the first meeting in this kind of place.

The excitement that had been a little nervous at first calmed down, and became calm and calm again.

Shizuo Hiratsuka looked back at Qiandao Mingxin, and felt that he seemed to have changed. Without thinking much, he still pulled his sleeve and opened the paper door (jacket) in front of the door and walked in.

The room behind the door appeared. It was a private room facing the street. The window was propped up by a stick, and inside sat an elderly couple—you could tell it was a couple at a glance.

And that table, it's not a tatami and a low table, but a back chair and a tall wooden table!

"Father, mother, Qiandao-kun and I are here."

It was only at this time that Shizuo Hiratsuka noticed that he was still pulling Qiandao Mingxin, and quickly let go, trying to cover up, and his face turned red again.

But the two couples had already seen it. They looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes; the man among them even stood up to meet Qiandao Mingxin's left hand with both hands, shook it up and down, and said with a happy smile. : "This is Qiandao-kun, haha, I have long admired the name, the first time I met, I am Hiratsuka Yuren, Xiao Jingcheng, you will take care of me."

"Ah! Hmm! Hello, this is the first time we meet, I'm Qiandao Mingxin, that..."

Hiratsuka Yuto's meeting ceremony confused Qiandao Mingxin, he was ready for serious scenes, and even broke up, but what's the matter with you being so enthusiastic?

and also……

Chishima Akira looked at the place where Hiratsuka Yuren grabbed his hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

...the way the Neon people say hello?

"father!"

Hiratsuka Shizuo screamed unhappily next to her with a bulging face. It seemed that she was also shocked by her father's 'disrespectful' behavior.

"Ah, sorry, Qiandao-kun, I'm sorry."

Hiratsuka was reacted by someone, and hurriedly let go of Qiandao Mingxin's hand, took a step back and bowed his head, and Qiandao Mingxin also hurriedly bowed his head.

"Qiandao-kun, leave them alone, come and sit."

The woman sitting in the chair over there waved to Qiandao Mingxin with a gentle smile on her face.

This couple, doesn't seem to be what they think?

…………

ps: Mengxin asks for tickets! (I originally wanted to write in detail, but I feel that the more I write, the more watery I am, and I didn't write the good candy... Alas~~, this chapter feels so bad again!)

Chapter 93 Chapter 88 The Xiaolongbao Made by the Parents (Da Chapter)

Shizuo Hiratsuka's father is Yuto Hiratsuka, and her mother is Yuto Hiratsuka, both of whom are in their [-]s and [-]s.

Hiratsuka Yuto may be older.

Qiandao Mingxin observed the elderly couple, Hiratsuka Shizuoka had gray hair, wore a light-colored suit, and had serious nasolabial lines on his face, but at this time, the smile gave people the feeling of kindness. 's uncle.

Hiratsuka Sachiko is a traditional neon woman, wearing a dark yellow kimono with a red maple leaf pattern, her hair tied with a wooden hairpin at the back of her head, and light makeup, with the temperament of Yamato Nadeko.

Maybe it's an old man. There are also subtle wrinkles around the corners of his eyes and between his eyebrows. His hair is not as shiny as a young man, but it also has a kind temperament.

After Chishima Akira and Hiratsuka got to know each other, Hiratsuka sat quietly across the table.

Hiratsuka Yuto said, "Qiandao-kun, haven't you had breakfast yet?"

Qiandao Mingxin glanced at Shizuo Hiratsuka, who was drinking tea from a teacup, and nodded, "I haven't eaten yet."

"That's right, we eat and chat."

The feeling of Hiratsuka Yuren to Qiandao Mingxin is not like an authentic neon person, it is not only reflected in the table and chairs, but also in the way of speaking.

It's hard to describe, but it's a feeling.

After asking Qiandao Mingxin, Hiratsuka pulled the string behind the chair, making a ding ding sound, and a wind chime was tied to it.

"Qiandao-kun, I heard Xiaojing say that you are very good at cooking Chinese cuisine, are you used to eating buns for breakfast?"

"Ah, habit, Mr. Hiratsuka doesn't care about me, I'm very casual about what I eat."

Unsure why Hiratsuka Yuto asked this question, Qiandao Mingxin replied as calmly as possible, seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to dispose of him, and he was a little nervous.

After half a minute.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, the private room door was opened, and four waiters in black kimonos walked into the private room with large trays. The first two walked to the front of the table and brought out two steaming steamers from the trays.

Smelling the fragrance, Qiandao Mingxin already knew what was inside.

The waiter opened the lid of the steamer and waited for the steam to dissipate, revealing Xiaolongbao, which was white inside and felt a little transparent.

The two waiters lowered their bodies and stepped back, and the latter two came up. In the tray were four bowls of crystal clear white porridge, four stacks of sour cabbage, and two large plates of fried dough sticks.

It's definitely fried dough sticks, the fragrance is the same, Qiandao Mingxin made it yesterday.

Four bowls of white porridge were placed in front of the four, followed by sauerkraut, then two plates of fried dough sticks and xiaolongbao in the middle.

This……

Qiandao Mingxin looked at Xiao Long Bao, porridge, pickled cabbage, and fried dough sticks.

This is obviously a Chinese breakfast!It's still very authentic, if you have another bowl of soy milk, it will be alive.

The surface of the white porridge in front of me was covered with a thin film, and the temperature of the bowl wall was not high. Obviously, the chef took into account the waiting time of the guests, and made it earlier and set it aside to cool.

Hiratsuka Sachiko got up and distributed chopsticks, spoons and plates. Hiratsuka separated the two-drawer basket by someone. Qiandao Mingxin hurriedly got up to take it and said politely, "Ms. Hiratsuka, there's no need for that, I'll do it myself."

"Don't worry about it, Qiandao-kun." Hiratsuka Sachiko gently taught Qiandao Mingxin the chopsticks, and smiled softly: "And what is the lady called, you are born, you are Xiaojing's friend, I am Xiaojing's Mother, you can call me Auntie to be kinder."

Hiratsuka Yuren echoed: "That's right, that's right, Qiandao-kun, you don't need to see outsiders, don't call Mr., it's better to call Uncle."

Qiandao Mingxin glanced at Hiratsuka Jing again, Hiratsuka Jing was still drinking tea, hesitated for a second, Qiandao Mingxin smiled and said: "Okay, then I offended, uncle, aunt."

"well."

Hiratsuka Yuto Hiratsuka Sachiko heard these two addresses and laughed, and Hiratsuka Yuren personally placed the xiaolongbao in front of Qiandao Mingxin.

Hiratsuka drank tea quietly, blushing.

The Hiratsuka couple looked at their daughter and nodded secretly in their hearts.

Qiandao Mingxin also took the opportunity to take out his gift: "Uncle and aunt, this is the cake I made and a little tea. It's a small gift, please accept it."

"Oh, did Qiandao-kun make his own cakes?"

Hiratsuka Sachiko got up and took it with both hands.

"Let's have breakfast, Qiandao-kun has been waiting for so long." Hiratsuka picked up a small dumpling.