My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

After Fujiwara Hoshizora's eyes met the woman for a while, he slowly moved away.

A warm yellow light was shining overhead, hitting the white wooden bar, reflecting the dim warmth.

His mood is a bit subtle now.

Just looking at each other, there was an untimely throbbing in his heart, that feeling, like facing Xia Xilin, made it difficult to treat her rationally.

Maybe it's hormones?

This feeling made Fujiwara Stars wonder that the white-haired and red-eyed woman was not a human being.

"Why is there no menu?"

Niijima's voice pulled his thoughts back to reality. Fujiwara Hoshizora looked sideways at the sister-in-law who was sitting on his left hand. The clerk in a kimono was explaining in a low voice: "We don't have a fixed menu. All the ingredients for the day. It will be listed in a list. You can confidently match how you want to have a meal."

After finishing speaking, she pointed to an electronic board full of ingredient lists standing on the edge of the bar, and added: "Do as much as you can. This is our business policy."

This kind of business has a taste of "Late Night Canteen", which is definitely hard to see in Tokyo. Perhaps this is the secret of why there are so many century-old shops in Kyoto.

Fujiwara Hoshigori looked at the electronic board, discussed with Niijima Ma, and ordered a tempura, an egg-fried Komatsu greens, a grilled tofu, a pumpkin soup, and finally a tuna sashimi.

The clerk bowed into the back kitchen with a small note full of the name of the dish. Fujiwara Xingkong closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, trying to calm his thoughts down.

The short summer night is definitely a wonderful time and space. Appropriate boring, appropriate melancholy, appropriate absurdity and appropriate playfulness, leave this break as blank as possible, if you miss it, then it will be cruelly gone forever and never look back.

He needs this time to relax his spirit so that he has more energy to deal with the dangers he will face next.

After a while, I heard the footsteps of the clerk going back and forth, and the sound of a "bang" like a heavy object hitting the bar.

That should be the sound of tuna being thrown on the cooking table.

Fujiwara Starry sky felt these subtle sounds, and his heart seemed to be caught by an owl that fell from the sky at midnight, and quietly carried it into the unreal night sky, unable to feel his own existence.

Animation supervisor Oshii Mamoru said that the islanders lack a "real sense of survival", and after living here for a long time, he seems to have gotten into this stinking problem unknowingly.

For example, every time you have to say "I'm moving" before eating, the superficial meaning of this is to express gratitude to the people who participated in the food making.

The inner meaning is to "deprive the life of food to maintain one's life", in other words, "I have accepted your gift, thank you".

This statement naturally comes from the origin of the "eight million gods". People believe that everything has spirits, even if it is a grain of rice, there are seven gods living on it.

If there are seven in a grain of rice, can't you eat hundreds of gods in one bite of rice?

It can also be seen from this point that the island people really lack the "real sense of survival". After all, the Fujiwara starry sky has traveled through the past few years, and it has really not eaten the rice of the gods.

Thinking of these things, I heard the sound of the foot of the stool across the wooden floor, followed by the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

Is the woman next door up?

Fujiwara Hoshizora opened his eyes and turned his head, just as the woman got up from the seat and looked over here.

The eyes met once again, and the amorous feelings in an instant were dazzling.

Her long waist-length hair is dazzling silver, the tips of her hair are slightly curled, her eyes are like stars, her long eyelashes are trembling slightly, her flawless skin is tinged with a faint pink crystal, and her pink lips are like petals. Delicate and tender.

A purple skirt wrapped around the hips tightly wrapped the hot figure, the lower body was wearing black stockings, the gap between the skirt and the stockings revealed a short white thigh, of which the left thigh was tied with a white lace Bow tie.

The deadliest thing is undoubtedly her pair of red pupils, full of mysterious temptation.

Such a beautiful woman...definitely a monster.

Fujiwara Stars is very sure of this now,

Monsters turned into adults are generally pretty, for example, Mr. Xinchuan is the one with a ceiling of beauty. But he really did not expect that there are monsters that can be beautiful enough to have such a peerless beauty.

If everything in this world is a picture scroll in the hands of the Creator, then this woman in front of her is definitely the most amazing stroke in the vast picture scroll.

She is a magnificent peony flower, standing above the sea of ​​thousands of flowers with the nobility of being proud of the world and unique among all beings.

Fujiwara Starry sky missed his heartbeat, and a strange thought came up in his mind for an unprecedented time.

I have to find a way to marry her...

Later, he was taken aback by his own thoughts and felt that this was too abnormal, even when facing Xia Xilin, he had never been so impulsive.

But soon, this idea went out. Because the expression on her face was too cold, like an iceberg, with the words "Don't come near any stranger" floating all over her body.

Fujiwara Starry sky was relieved and thought, I am not a man who only thinks with his lower body, how could I want to sleep with someone after only meeting...

absurd.

Just about to withdraw her gaze, the woman opened her mouth and asked, "Does it look good?"

The cold voice reveals the texture of ice crashing and the unique charm of women.

Only then did Fujiwara Xingkong realized that he seemed to have been staring at her for a long time, but he was not embarrassed at all, and said frankly, "It looks good."

The woman probably didn't expect him to be so cheeky. After two seconds, she replied: "You are also very good-looking."

"Thank you."

After a simple greeting, Fujiwara Xingkong turned his eyes back and stopped looking at her. At the same time, he warned himself in his heart not to be fooled by the appearance.

Just like the green beans in "1Q84", on the surface, she is a sunny and cheerful fitness trainer, but in fact, she is an assassin who has harvested many lives.

The woman in front of me may be the same, noble and gorgeous on the surface, but who knows how **** and ugly is hidden under this beautiful skin?

The woman turned around and walked into the bar, found a set of white chef's robe from the cupboard and surrounded her body, and then picked up the tuna that the clerk had brought to the counter.

When Fujiwara Hoshizora saw her picking up the knife and handling the tuna expertly, she fell into a sluggish state.

I thought she was a guest, but I didn't expect to be a chef...

"Don't look!" Niijima covered his eyes with one hand, and said angrily: "After you came to Kyoto, you have been looking at women everywhere. Did you put me in your eyes? I am also a beautiful girl. , Can you just look at me?"

"Xiaozhen, don't make trouble." Fujiwara Stars opened her hand and whispered to her ear, "This woman may not be a human."

Not a person... Isn't that right in your arms? He didn't say that it was okay, and when he said that the sister-in-law was panicked.

At this moment, the woman cut a piece of tuna sashimi and handed it out from the bar.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stretched out his hand, just about to pick it up.

And Shinjima directly pulled him to a stop, then took his arm off guard and said loudly, "This is my boyfriend!"

Immediately afterwards, she added another sentence: "It is also my brother-in-law!"

"Puff!" On the other side of the bar, the kind-eyed man in a gray monk robe squirted out a sip of sake, and his eyes were full of envy.

Sister flower... Tsk tsk, it’s good to be handsome.

After listening to Niijima's words, the woman in the bar coldly glanced at Fujiwara's starry sky, and with her contemptuous eyes, she didn't write the word "scum" on her face.

"Please." She spoke lightly, put the tuna sashimi in her hand in front of the bar, turned and walked into the back kitchen.

As for Fujiwara Star himself, he was directly petrified.

My sister-in-law's move is really too cruel, even if he is careful, he can't say it at all.

"Xiaozhen..." He turned his head and said bitterly, "When did I become your boyfriend?"

Niijima really looked at him with a fierce look: "Do you want to eat clean but don't admit it?"

"Let's not say whether I admit it or not, the question is when did I eat it?"

"You have it!"

Fujiwara Hoshigori looked away guiltily, "Well, let's not talk about it."

"Why don't you talk about it, you have a guilty conscience? Don't forget, besides our two sisters, you have several girlfriends!"

"Cough cough cough!" The man on the other side of the bar choked directly this time, his old face coughed into pig liver color.

The white-haired and red-eyed woman just walked out of the back kitchen with the dinner plate, and she listened to this sentence word by word. She placed the dish in front of the Fujiwara starry sky without saying a word, then walked back to the other side of the bar and sat down.

However, in Xindao's eyes, the cunning light of successful strategy flashed past.

Fujiwara Xingkong rubbed his aching temples, looked at the food in front of him, and said helplessly: "Let’s eat first."

Niijima really opened his mouth: "Ah!"

"What are you doing?"

"feed me."

"I don't have any hands?"

The sister-in-law took out her mobile phone: "If you don't feed me, I will call my sister now and tell her that you ate my sister without telling her."

At this moment, Fujiwara Xingkong thought of a creature like cuttlefish. The surface was white, but when I cut it, it was all black inside.

No way, I can only feed her...

Fujiwara Star picked up a piece of tempura and put it into her mouth.

"Um~~ delicious."

Niijima really chewed on the crispy fried food and looked at him sweetly. The warm light fell on her delicate little face, with a little oily little lips, which looked more delicious than any delicacy.

Fujiwara Starry sky still had some grievances, but after seeing her satisfied expression like a child, her mood suddenly became brighter.

Indeed, compared to an unknown stranger, no matter how beautiful she is, she is not as important as the sister-in-law.

He glanced at the golden-yellow and bright green egg-scrambled Komatsu cabbage on the bar, and the golden pumpkin soup, and his stomach screamed.

"Hurry up and eat, go back to the hotel after eating, and get up early tomorrow."

Niijima really smiled happily, and didn't entangle him to feed him anymore, but ate it by himself.

Fujiwara Hoshizora used long chopsticks to pick up a piece of tempura on top of the small bamboo chop, sprinkle a little salt and pepper, and put it in his mouth.

In the crisp taste, a wonderful taste of "thorn buds" that first bitter and then sweet melts on the tip of the tongue, like the bitterness of longing and the sweetness of memories when remembering the ancestors.

Roasted tofu is also quite good. It has a strong soybean flavor and is made into a ball shape. It is lightly grilled to maximize the aroma of the soybeans. It is simple and noble.

The most amazing thing is the thinly sliced ​​and translucent tuna sashimi, dipped in a little seafood soy sauce, don't eat it with wasabi, the mouthful is fresh, tender and smooth!

When the food was halfway through, the clerk brought it hot, and the two nights of crystal clear rice were decorated with two small slices of golden crispy rice.

Niijima directly ate all the rice crusts from the two nights of rice into his mouth, chewing happily, and lightly patted his belly that seemed a little bulging because it was full of food.

She also asked playfully, "Fujiwara, how many months have you been so old?"

Fujiwara Stars couldn't help laughing, "It looks like it should be only four or five months old."

"You can't give up on our mother and son."

"Is there anything else? Then go and get rid of it."

"Don't think about it, I'll depend on you for the rest of my life." The sister-in-law waved her chopsticks angrily, stuffed the tuna sushi into her mouth, and chewed fiercely as some nasty scumbag.

After eating, at the checkout, Fujiwara Xingkong asked for advice on how the "tempura" was fried, and planned to cook it for the old woman and Xia Xilin after returning to Tokyo.

And the clerk told him that this is the secret of Miss Su Wo.

Miss Sue?

Is that the woman?

Fujiwara Hoshizora looked back at her for the last time, and then walked out of the cafeteria named [Suga] with Shinjima.

The night is gloomy, the whole road is covered with a layer of mist, there are not many pedestrians, only the street lights are lonely on.

The two walked along the Kamo River all the way back to the hotel, the bright green leaves swaying in the wind, rustling.

"Fujiwara."

"what?"

"Do you like me?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"I need to ask?" Fujiwara Hoshizora replied equally calmly, "Of course I like you."

Niijima's lips were pressed into a straight line, and when he looked at him from the side, staring at him as he walked, the whole body of Fujiwara Starry sky was a little uncomfortable.

After a while she asked, "Which kind of like?"

Fujiwara Starry sky was lost in thought.

In general, Niijima's frank and honest character gets along with each other, which is pleasant and looks good. Occasionally, she would play tricks, but not too much, like the last time in Kamakura, she teased him to climb the steps of the shrine twice. This kind of playfulness with a black belly highlights her cuteness even more.

And because of the old woman's love for Ya and Wu, Fujiwara Stars does have a very special affection for her.

But whether that kind of feeling can rise to love is really hard to say.

"Sure enough, you don't like me." Niijima really looked a little gloomy. "I'm not such a well-behaved person. Will you hate me for such unreasonable troubles one day?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora replied firmly, "No."

"Can a word be settled?"

"One word is sure~www.wuxiaspot.com~ won't leave me?"

"Don't leave it anyway."

Shinjima looked at him with a raised face and smiled slightly: "Then can I use your girlfriend's identity to prevent you from approaching other women like today?"

When she said this, she stared deeply into the eyes of Fujiwara Starry Sky. After a closer look, he discovered that her pupils were so clear and deep that it was heart-shaking.

This simple and pure beauty is probably impossible to let go.

Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled and stretched out his hand, rubbed her head, and said, "It will always be possible."

"Haha~~" Xindao smiled happily, and the two continued to walk along the Kamo River for a while, and returned to the hotel at nine o'clock in the evening, and went to bed after a brief wash.

Woke up early the next morning and went straight to the palace of Xiu Academy.