Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?.

Chapter 60: The Scent of Sakura

The streets of Shinjuku in Tokyo under the night sky are like a world that never sleeps.

Omoide Yokocho is a famous food street with flashing lights and neon lights, filling the entire street with a colorful atmosphere.

On the busy streets, you can see all kinds of shops and vendors everywhere. The delicious aroma of food on the stalls is tempting, which makes you hungry.

"The air is filled with the scent of cherry blossoms." Oda Shingo sighed as he walked.

There is a wide variety of traditional Japanese delicacies such as grilled fish skewers, octopus balls, sushi, and various flavors of beer, sake, and cocktails to meet people's dietary needs.

Japanese cocktails are especially full of weirdness. They are not limited to bars, but often found in roadside wine stands, where many guys can mix cocktails for you by just lifting up their kimono sleeves.

The most bizarre thing is Japanese cocktails, which seem to mix everything in. Compared with China's preference for sweetened carbonated drinks, Japan particularly likes sour flavors.

As Oda Shingo was walking, he saw a young Japanese man preparing a light yellow cocktail for a middle-aged man at a nearby food stall.

"Try my new flavor!" the young man shouted excitedly.

Affordable bourbon black label whiskey is blended with 30% apple cider vinegar and 10% cranberry juice, and finally sprinkled with a layer of chopped dried orange peel.

Oda Nobuo felt his scalp tingling just by looking at it.

"Yoshi! Yoshi! Yoshi! It's the memory of first love! What's the name of this flavor?" The middle-aged uncle with a Mediterranean hairstyle drank it all in one gulp, then patted his hairy thighs and shouted.

“[I saw from a distance that the school beauty bought condoms]”

"..."

After hearing this, Oda Nobuo thought the name was appropriate.

"This is a great name!" The uncle agreed deeply. He tilted his head and shook the long bangs that had fallen on his nose back, and then twisted them on top of his head a few times, making him look a few years younger.

Alcohol is a poison that sticks closer to men than women.

Oda Shingo looked at his watch and it was almost the agreed time.

He quickened his pace.

The words "District Citizens' Bar" are visible from afar, and in front is a Kakuda izakaya.

Oda Shingo went there according to the address.

It's a Japanese-style pub, not big and located in a remote place.

"You actually chose this place." Oda Shingo touched his chin, pondering the tricks of a business veteran.

The reason why he chose this place seems to be that Saburo Mikami wanted to use the environment to say something from his heart.

The headquarters of the Qun Ying Society must be in big trouble.

"Il Lasai, Il Masai!" As soon as I entered the door, the waitress of the tavern immediately greeted loudly.

Oda Shingo noticed that the kitchen of this izakaya was located in the northwest, which, according to traditional Japanese feng shui customs, was the right direction for a female owner.

"Oh - Shingo! Come here!" Saburo Mikami seemed to have heard the voice, and he lifted the dark blue curtain of the private room and waved to greet him.

Oda Nobuo responded and went over.

There were not many people in the store. Oda Shingo changed his shoes in the aisle and entered the private room.

The space was very small, less than ten square meters, and the ceiling was extremely low, so low that one could almost reach it by standing up and stretching one's hand.

Assistant Okita was not there, only Director Mikami was there.

"Shingo, I'm glad you can come."

“It is a great honor to be invited by the minister.”

At a small table, Oda Shingo and Mikami Saburo sat opposite each other.

If this kind of small environment were used to entertain guests in China, it might be considered petty.

But it has a different meaning in Japan.

Especially when there are only two people, this usually means that they want to get closer. Especially in a company, it is almost like I regard you as one of my own.

Mikami Saburo called out on his own initiative, "Let's have some Sapporo beer first! Oda, you're not going to order ginger ale, are you?"

Unlike the habit of drinking ice water before meals during the day, Japanese people always drink beer first when drinking at night. And unlike the Chinese who mostly prefer light flavors, they pay attention to mellow and thick foam.

"The same thing you drank." Oda Shingo smiled.

No polite words such as honorifics were used.

Because he noticed that Saburo Mikami called his name three times.

It's no accident that Japanese people call each other by their first names instead of their last names. It seems that tonight's heart may be deeper than expected.

Shingo Oda is a rather special person in the web department. He has no editor and is directly under the name of Director Mikami.

Even in his web editing background, the editor position is Saburo Mikami.

Although a lot of the contents of the contract are equal, from the perspective of traditional comics clubs such as Qun Ying Sha, the two people can be described as having a superior-subordinate relationship.

"Please enjoy your meal." The waitress brought a large bucket of beer and also served free water spinach. She did not leave after pouring the wine.

The waitress poured beer and did not leave. It was obvious that she was very familiar with Saburo Mikami and knew his habits.

As for otoshi, it is a small dish before meals. If you order aperitifs, izakayas will send such small dishes.

What’s more interesting is that this appetizer is probably the dish that the boss spends the most time on, and it often has its own unique flavor.

Many old customers come to a certain izakaya frequently just for this reason.

"I like the pickled radish here the most! The sweet and sour taste of the seaweed seasoning is very special and leaves a great aftertaste!" Saburo Mikami talked about the izakaya while distributing side dishes to Nobuo on a public plate.

“This is the place where I drink most often.”

"The boss lady was my senior back then, and also a famous beauty in school!" Saburo Mikami chuckled twice.

This kind of topic can always bring out men's empathy and instantly eliminate the barriers between them.

Oda Shingo also cooperated very well, showing a sly smile that only men can understand: "I didn't expect that the minister would bring me to see a beauty today."

"Don't call me the minister. Today, only Shingo and Saburo are here!" Saburo Mikami raised his beer glass, "Shingo, congratulations! One Punch Man was successfully launched, and the results are amazing!"

The two men clinked their beer glasses.

Oda Shingo was careful to make the wall of the cup lower than that of Mikami Saburo.

But the other party sighed and deliberately moved to a level position before they bumped into each other.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

What happened was even worse than I expected! Oda Shingo drank the entire glass of beer in one gulp, savoring the malt aroma and sandy texture of Sapporo Beer.

Traditionally, Japanese people clink glasses and drink up the wine in the glass. In recent years, only young people have lost this habit.

Oda Shingo took the initiative to grab the beer barrel and poured new beer for Mikami Saburo.

Mikami Saburo took the menu and started introducing dishes while taking orders. He also spoke in a rather frivolous manner, which made Oda Shingo wonder if he was the same Minister Mikami he knew before.

"The cold slave tofu here is soft and springy, and always reminds me of my first love in high school!"

"The barbecued skewers are a must. The scorching, slightly burnt taste makes your tongue burn. Damn it, I told you that the barbecued skewers here taste just like the senior who broke up with me in college!"

"By the way, we are all alumni of Tokyo University of the Arts!"

"As for wine, how about some Ginjo? Your waist hasn't been drained by women yet, has it?"

Oda Shingo nodded: "Don't worry."

The two of them stayed in the izakaya, drinking, chatting, eating and talking until late at night.

It was past midnight and he was already drunk, but Saburo Mikami didn't talk about the business.

It seems that this difficulty that has not been spoken of will most likely fall on me, Oda Shingo thought.

I did hear a lot of gossip from Saburo Mikami, including which grove at Tokyo University of the Arts was hidden, which gymnasium room door lock was easy to break, and which bookshelf in the library was the most hidden from view. He knew everything...

On the other side, in the single room rented by Namikaze Yuzuru.

"Oda-kun...really..." Namikaze Yukaku put the erotic gift (fog) he received into his suitcase and pushed it to the bottom layer.

She held her chin in her hand, looking dazed. "In comics, it's always said that men are very impatient. It seems to be true. Can't you just take it slow..."

On the other hand, here at Fujido Dojo.

"Dad, you are really good at picking up things..." Fujido Kaoru looked at the slippers in the handbag with a frown on his face.

When my father mentioned Oda Shingo, I couldn't believe it.

But when the things were laid out, it was clear that there were cranes embroidered on the slippers, which corresponded exactly to his oranges.

It is obvious who these slippers are customized for.

Fujido Kaoru's mouth is crooked and almost reaches her ears.

(End of this chapter)