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"Yes, uh, do you know?" Keihiro Komori was taken aback.

"Because I also wanted to find Takizawa-kun after dinner, but you looked for it first. Haha, he is really in demand." Sakura Emori joked.

With a lot of experience, even one foot has stepped over the supervision of the catastrophe of a mid-life crisis, and he frowned deeply.Countless family ethics dramas, countless literary works, flashed through my mind

As his thoughts flowed, his face changed into an expression of "I just remembered an important thing that was unintentionally overlooked" without a trace.As expected of someone in the industry who guides others' acting skills, he can't see any falsehoods at all.

"Oh, I forgot. Today my wife asked me to go back and help her sign the courier. It has been delayed for several days." Keihiro Komori was annoyed by the hammer, and turned his head to the boy with great regret, "I'm so sorry, today It’s really too bad, I’ll ask you out another day. I have to go back quickly.”

The supervisor carried forward the quality of raking ears and bypassed the two Miss Sakura at a very fast speed. He was completely ungentlemanly, and took the lead in the taxi that was coming, sat on the co-pilot and waved his hand before leaving with exhaust.

?

It's going too fast.

Yin Ze was still a little confused.

After a few seconds.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" The mature Ms. Sakura stood in front of him, holding a satchel, and took out the bank card that symbolizes the one she loves, "Auntie, I treat you!"

No.30 Two words, good luck does not favor fools

Ten minutes later, the streets of Tokyo.

Cigarettes and beer can only enjoy loneliness, but cannot eliminate it.

When you are frustrated, the clear and clear sky, the smile of a beautiful girl, and the sweet and fragrant cake are the correct answers to temporarily forget your troubles.

Real gourmet food has never been exclusive to rich and powerful night banquets.

In the streets and lanes, on both sides of the narrow stone-stacked alleys, small restaurants under the evening night lit up vermilion lanterns one after another. The signboards are all elegant ink style, and the Japanese style mixed with the aroma of food blows your face.

The location of this kind of delicious small restaurant like a secret store can only be passed on by word of mouth or stepped into by chance.There are no luxurious decorations, exquisite plates, and shiny silver knives and forks. Instead, there are clean small square tables, gray-haired grandpa chefs, hard-working part-time female college students, office workers who untie their ties and stretch their waists to wait for dishes, and repeated A small stereo that loops classic tunes from the last century.

Here, the tasteless but most flavorful seasoning is added to the rice and side dishes - the breath of life.

Men have always been staunch "rice bowl warriors", or the "green pepper shredded pork model", which is close to the people, popular, convenient, and has many advantages. It is really the best choice for single men to eat three meals a day.

…until he found out that the company would provide two snacks every day, including instant noodles. From then on, the terrorist warrior who had two free instant noodles and mineral water at noon and night was born.

As an existence that knows how to self-regulate and strives to manage the quality of life.When falling into a trough, men will order a rich takeaway, then turn on the cross talk show, watch and eat while entertaining themselves, and fully carry forward the spirit of Ah Q to continue living in the world.

Today is an exception, no sadness, no bad news, no dismissal, no blame.

But enjoy the food.

And with a beautiful woman.

And it was a beautiful woman who invited him to dinner.

He De He Neng? !

Yin Ze sat upright, trying his best to present himself as upright and astute as if he was attending a United Nations meeting.One big and one small, the two Miss Sakura are sitting across from each other, not to mention the younger one, Miss Zhi Mori is reading the menu with her head down, her eyes are like water, and a few strands of her forehead hair are hanging down.

From this distance, he could clearly see the trembling eyelashes, the delicate bridge of the nose, and the light pink blush.He thinks of many, such as the classical sculptures that carve the marble into a gauze texture with great skill, the nuns praying under the rose window in the simple and solemn church, and the sparkling waves poured on the sea level by the setting sun before sunset Light is the chant singing echoing in the Golden Theater.

All in all, beautiful things.

"Do you have anything special to eat?"

"No."

"Then why are your heads so close?" Sakura Mio asked with a frown.

"This is the fifth set of head, neck and shoulder exercises. If you want to learn, I can teach you." Yin Ze calmly withdrew his body that was leaning forward unconsciously.

"It's no use."

"I heard that you have learned painting, so you still have to pay attention, don't clarify the relationship between the head, neck and shoulders of the artistic body, and your own head, neck and shoulders have problems first."

"If you want something, just say it directly, don't be polite to auntie." Sakura Zhimori said kindly.

"You can just look at it, I'm free."

"Well, then do it according to my preference."

So, let's start with the information on the favorite tastes of beautiful ladies.Yin Ze smiled shyly.

The waiter took the order and left, and the situation naturally entered the stage of small talk.

"Why did Miss Zhisen get married so early?" Yin Ze spoke first.

"Marriage is about finding a trustworthy person who can support each other. On this basis, it would be even better if there is love. I just met the right person earlier than others and exchanged hearts earlier. That's all." Sakura Edmori rested his chin on both hands and smiled at him, "Now that I think about it, I'm lucky."

"It seems that you cherish this relationship very much. What kind of person is Mr. Sakura?"

"Always lazy, likes to chatter, time is offline, socks are always lost, always can't wake up in the morning, the cooking level is a mess, the kitchen destroyer who can only wash the dishes..." Sakura Zhimori counted the pillars of the family with his fingers , and then changed the subject, "But aside from these, he is a conscientious father and husband, graduated from a prestigious school, a social elite with a salary far exceeding ordinary people, the mainstay of the company, a kind-hearted and helpful man."

"It sounds like a hero who is worthy of your wife. Excuse me for asking, but I don't know which prestigious school it is?"

"Toho University Faculty of Law." Sakura Mio answered eagerly, her eyebrows beaming, as if she was proud of showing off her expensive toys.

Damn, I didn't expect to be a senior, so I miscalculated.

"Miss Nazhisen, did you and your husband only meet at the same university?" Yin Ze asked again.

"No, no, no, how can I be so good? At that time, my good friend and I went to Dongda University to visit the debate. He was the second debater of the affirmative. At that time, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he was full of vigor. He could always overwhelm his opponent. It was really radiant Ah." Sakura Edmori recalled back then.

"Then you proposed to make a friend? It's really warm and cheerful." Yin Ze praised.

"no no."

"Is that his daring to strike up a conversation? It's really frivolous and hypocritical!"

"Neither. After the debate, he took the initiative to find me, hoping to indirectly get my friend's contact information."

"I don't know the real beauty, and the pattern is limited."

"No, that friend of mine is also very pretty, and he is a man of the hour in my university. On the contrary, he is not interested in this guy, so he simply rejected him, and he is not too persistent. But through this, I have a relationship with him. After getting in touch with each other, and gradually in the end, it developed into him pursuing me." Sakura Edmori chuckled.

"Hold back when you encounter obstacles, it's hard to tell the truth." Yin Ze continued to shake his head.

"Are you prejudiced against my father?" Sakura Mio was speechless.

"No, I'm just stating the facts objectively."

"Actually, I also used a rolling pin to force me to ask about this. He said that he had his eyes on me at the beginning. In order to avoid being too abrupt, he used my good friend as a devious tactic." Sakura Zhimori explained.

"..." Yin Ze couldn't make up a new criticism for a while.

"When two people get along, there will always be some misunderstandings and conflicts that seemed heavy and complicated at the time, but after crossing that hurdle and spending a lifetime together, the sadness and tears of the past have turned into sparkling memories." Sakura Zhisen said softly, "Tasting the time, holding wrinkled hands tightly, watching the wind and dusk side by side, these are happiness."

"Is it a partner who can make Madam feel such emotion and even look forward to it?" Yin Ze sighed, "Then I will believe it."

"Father is very good." Sakura Mio added immediately.

"Oh? Do you respect your father?"

"Of course!"

"If you are so shy, you can say it in front of him." The young mother muttered, "He might be happy for a week without stopping."

"The mode of getting along is very easy." Yin Ze thought for a while, and said sincerely.

"What do you mean?" Sakura Mio asked strangely.

"The atmosphere of the family, the environment, and the way of communication with parents all feel very relaxed, like friends, but also have a heavy sense of blood relatives."

"Isn't it all like this?"

"In modern society, you have to take a certificate for everything, even sweeping the floor. You have to have an interview. But being a parent doesn't require any assessment."

Yin Ze said slowly.

"Every family has its own hard-to-read scriptures. Not every family loves each other harmoniously. Quarrels and fights are common. The education of children is biased, and it's even more normal to be arbitrary. It's true that relatives become enemies. , or because of property, or because of oppression... In this area, many people should envy you, having enlightened and responsible parents."

"It's getting farther and farther away, and why do you keep asking about my family? How about you, do you have brothers and sisters in your family? I've never heard of you." Sakura Mio asked, playing with her chopsticks.

Yin Ze was stunned for a moment, thought over and over again, and slowly described Takizawa's situation.

"I'm the only child, maybe...because I have a half-sister who I've never met, but I'm sure I won't bother that complete family on purpose in the future. As for my father, he's already passed away."

The little movements of the girl's hands stopped, and she felt a little at a loss because she had done something bad.

"Sorry." Sakura Edmori said in a low voice.

Originally, I wanted to subconsciously say it was nothing, but I didn't have the right to be generous, so I just nodded in response.

In an instant, the world on the small table seemed to be independent from the down-to-earth, lively small restaurant, and the air was quiet and silent.

Sakura Mio sounded frustrated and worried at the same time.

It just so happened that the waiter came on the stage with a steaming signature dish. The aroma aroused the appetite and injected warmth and heat into the place.

"Let's eat first." Sakura Edmori handed the chopsticks to the boy.

No.30 Chapter [-] is really envious of others

For a century, Japanese restaurants have been striving wholeheartedly to create artistic dishes that are in line with the seasons and placed on beautiful tableware with exquisite shapes.

In the reports of Xiaojia Media, the craftsman spirit is so shining, and the craftsmen's perseverance and temper like martyrdom make people feel ashamed.

But from a pragmatic point of view, it is too inefficient to abide by the cumbersome process and pay attention to doing things by yourself, far less fast and fierce than the machine tool assembly line.

There is a concept of "indifference" in economics.Probably everyone has a preference for two things, but in some cases, different choices will bring exactly the same utility.

For example, some green mechanical ninjas like to draw their swords alone, and some like to shout passionately to their teammates to inject nano hormones before drawing their swords.But the result is tragic death, no output, zero contribution, no fart.

Finding a restaurant in Japan is similar, even if the sushi gods and cooking gods in documentaries and news are more and more imaginative.But most ordinary small shops are no different.

The taste of traditional public fried pork cutlets, fried tempura, ramen, curry, etc. hovers around the average.After all, it's not some high-end cuisine, and the unit price is low, so there is nothing extravagant to ask for.

Convenience stores, by contrast, are the only sanctuary sites designated for single men.A mere pack of seasonings can also make a good bowl of ochazuke, not to mention a variety of bases, curry sauce, sliced ​​sashimi, Kabayaki eel...

Compared with it, the rice bowl suddenly became so complicated.

Men feel that as long as they live next to a 24-hour supermarket, they will never cook.

Exceptions in rare cases will give him a desire to be self-reliant.

For example, if you get tired of eating rice balls, for example, if you eat fried chicken and get angry, for example, the shocking Japanese-style hot pot right now.

The soup base is kelp and garlic cloves. It is as clear as a pot of ordinary tap water, and half a piece of lard is barely soaked in it, and some oily flowers appear.The dipping sauce is plain soy sauce.

The side dishes filled the small table, including beef, mutton, tofu, cabbage, mushrooms, fungus, and ham.

It's so healthy.

No, it is simply a disgrace to the hot pot industry.

"This is the signboard of this store, come and try it." Sakura Edmori said enthusiastically.

Yin Ze's face showed distress, and at this moment, he felt a sense of sadness.Leaving his hometown and coming here, even mild spicyness has become a luxury, mandarin duck hot pot is out of reach, and the dignity of men in Wudu is shattered all over the place.

It seems that there is no duck intestine with hairy belly, alas.

Yin Ze sighed, but managed his expression well. His smile was still bright and cheerful, like a warm and moving spring day. He skillfully picked up the plate and raised his chopsticks, "Order the dishes."

Gudong Gudong, the water-like noodle soup rippled.

Women are sensual creatures.

Not to mention Sakura Mio, a cloud social expert who has been pondering other people's psychology and reading atmosphere since middle school.The girl sensitively sensed that the boy was not in high spirits, and the smile on her face was mostly business.

At this time, it is inappropriate to say an apology, and it will only return to the situation just now.

So she expressed it with actions.

"What do you want to drink? Drinks? Soda?" Sakura Mio sound paused, "Alcohol is fine, sake or beer?"

"I'll just drink this bottle of barley tea. You and Ms. Zhisen can order something else." Yin Zeke still remembered that Sakura couldn't smell the smell of alcohol, so he wouldn't pretend to be annoying.

"You've just come of age, have you already been drinking?" Sakura Edmori spoke cautiously.

"No way, pineapple beer is not considered alcohol. And I'm just at home alone. I drink some when I have nothing to do. I don't depend on it or become addicted."

"You young people are so careless. You are so thin. You must have taken care of your usual three meals. This is not good. Sleep and diet are very important. You must eat more today." Sakura Zhimori said comfortingly.

"...I always eat less and more often, and I don't force it."

"You don't need to be polite to Auntie. The beef is thin. It will be cooked in a short while, and it will be old when it is hot." Sakura Emori picked up a piece of tender beef in the churning white water foam with chopsticks, and put it in the boy's bowl , "Try it quickly."

The hospitality is hard to come by, Yin Ze dipped in the soy sauce symbolically, and stuffed it into his mouth in one gulp.