Tokyo Love Story

"what happened?"

Beichuan Che was keenly aware of her movements, tilted his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and asked in a low voice.

He knew that Ejima Tadashi was not the type who liked to be in a crowd.

Compared with a noisy environment, the other party still prefers a quiet place with fewer people.

"There are too many people. I'm worried that you might get separated from He Shao... Che."

Ejima Miu raised her eyebrows, and her usually serious eyes softened. There was even a hint of uneasiness between her eyebrows, as if she was a puppy who had lost his sense of security.

His face was reflected in those clear, ruby-like eyes.

She originally wanted to call him "Young Master", but before the name came out of her mouth, she noticed that they were outside. In addition, Beichuan Che had repeatedly warned her before, so she could only swallow the extremely familiar name and replace it with this one that she thought was a bit inappropriate.

This is actually...

Kitagawa Che hesitated for a moment, and scenes from the past six months emerged unconsciously in his mind. In the end, he said nothing, but silently moved closer to Ejima Miu.

She saw clearly out of the corner of her eye that following the action of her young master, the girls who had been looking back frequently finally quieted down. The girl who had taken out her cell phone pursed her lips and put it back politely.

"Thank you."

Ejima Miu lowered her eyebrows, and a hint of cunning appeared in her beautiful eyes.

She was indeed worried about getting separated from him, but she also had other thoughts.

Without having to worry about an explosion if he got any closer, Ejima Miu still hoped to get closer to her young master.

Coming down the escalator, Kitagawa Che followed the few shopping memories of this body and found the shopping cart on the back of the other side of the escalator.

There are many things missing at home, but we have not purchased them before due to lack of funds.

"Let me do this." Kitagawa Che pushed the cart and used his eyes to stop Ejima Miu from taking over the cart. When the latter finally behaved himself, he shook his head with a smile and said, "Think about it, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"I also can."

"Can you eat spicy food?"

In Kitagawa Che's impression, due to the geographical location, the food in Japan is relatively light. As far as he can remember, Ejima Myo has eaten spicy food very rarely.

For the past half month, I have been eating light Japanese food every day. I can eat it, but it still feels a little lacking.

Before traveling through time, he had been working in the land of Bashu. The food in the city where he lived was quite flavorful, but compared to the salty cuisine of Yandu, the food in that city was a bit lighter, emphasizing the "fragrant" part of the "spicy" flavor, followed by the spiciness.

Also, because he had been working alone there for a year or two, it happened that his neighbor in the rental house was a chef, and the two of them got along well. On their weekends when their schedules coincided, he would go to him from time to time to learn from him, and the chef was happy to teach him. After a while, he had mastered the skill of cooking.

“Yes, but not too spicy.”

Ejima Myo carefully considered her words and gave a less precise answer.

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Controlling the direction of the cart, Beichuan Che walked into the meat area.

Yuanchi Department Store has done a pretty good job in this regard. Not only are the various types of meat clearly classified, but they also cut out meal-sized portions, which are placed aside in fresh-keeping boxes and also preserved at low temperatures.

In terms of unit price, the latter may be slightly higher, about 5% to 10%.

If it were in the past, Beichuan Che might be more inclined to directly take the ones in the small box. It is simple and convenient, and it also saves the hassle of weighing and cutting the meat. But this time, he wants to buy a little more.

The refrigerator in the single-family house was a standard double-door refrigerator, but since they moved in, it had never been filled to the brim. It had always been somewhere between the concepts of being empty and having something in it.

After picking out a piece of good quality sirloin weighing about two kilograms, while the staff was cutting and packing the meat, Kitagawa Che turned his head and looked at Ejima Tadashi who was looking at him with some surprise.

He thought for a moment and started to give the second dose of vaccination, "I've also read some books on cooking recently. Let me try it tonight, just as a test of the results."

"But……"

Under the cold white light, Ejima Tadashi's delicate face was full of obvious hesitation.

She could see that her young master was very familiar with choosing the meat, but Ejima Mio felt that she couldn't really feel at ease and let him go into the kitchen alone.

"If you're really worried, then you can just watch from the side. If there's any problem, you can just remind me directly."

Kitagawa Che could also see what Ejima Mio was worried about.

"This is all right, guest."

After cutting the meat, the staff member coughed lightly and handed the cut of beef brisket with a total price tag to Kitagawa Che.

The staff member thought about it, and when Beichuan Che took the meat, he added appropriately, "I think it's good to be brave enough to try, and if both parties share the housework, it will definitely increase the affection between each other."

After he finished speaking, Ejima nodded subtly.

Beichuan Che heard the staff's implicit meaning, but he felt that the other party must have misunderstood something.

However, he couldn't explain anything, so he could only respond with a polite smile, put the meat into the shopping cart, pushed the cart with one hand, and pulled Ejima Tadashi to the next location with the other hand.

Before they came, they made a list of things to buy.

The ingredients for tonight have not been decided yet. The two of them thought about it after arriving at the department store, looking around and thinking about it. But apart from the ingredients for dinner, some seasonings and daily necessities have already been planned.

People were hurrying in the corridor on the underground floor. Under the warm spotlights, customers would stop from time to time, gather in front of the shelves, and carefully select the goods in their hands.

The sounds of people talking to each other mixed with the surging crowds.

Outside the shelves in the condiment area, Beichuan Che slowed down, turned his cart around, and walked in.

He searched the shelves.

The MSG here is not called MSG, but Ajinomoto. The most classic packaging is a glass bottle, a red bottle cap, and a panda on the bottle.

The bottle itself is quite easy to find since it has a panda logo printed on it, but the name is a little hard to comprehend at first.

After two or three seconds, his eyes fixed on the corner of the third row of shelves. What he needed was there.

"Oh, right." When Beichuan Che got the small bottle, he suddenly thought of something. He put the condiments into the shopping cart and asked, "Do you want some fruit?"

Just now when he passed by the fruit and vegetable area, he took a look at the prices of the fruits. The prices of local fruits are quite high, but they seem to be on sale. With the discount, the prices are not unacceptable.

"I do, but..."

Ejima Mio instinctively wanted to save some money.

"Then go buy some later."

Kitagawa Che made the final decision.

Chapter 6 Life is hard.

As evening approached, the city of Tokyo was dyed golden by the setting sun.

In the refraction of light, the sunset light that passed over the city skyline climbed up the tall buildings, leaving dazzling halos on the outer glass. The crossroads in the distance also became gradually blurred, as if a layer of nostalgic movie filter was added.

At this moment, the concrete-cast steel forest seemed to finally slow down.

After coming out of the supermarket, carrying large and small shopping bags, Kitagawa Che and Ejima Tadashi walked on the way home.

Walking on the sidewalk, Beichuan Che slowed down his pace a little, turned his head and looked at the nearby main city road.

It was rush hour, and the traffic was concentrated together. The originally spacious road was completely filled with dense traffic.

However, due to the city's regulations, even though there is traffic congestion at this time, there are rarely any honking sounds. In comparison, the roar of car engines and the conversations of passers-by on both sides of the sidewalk are particularly clear.

Looking away, Beichuan Che started talking with interest, "Miao, do you know when there is no difference between a good car and an ordinary car?"

"When?"

Ejima Miu turned her head, with some doubt in her eyes.

The topic was so jumpy that she couldn't keep up for a while.

"Here." Kitagawa Che deliberately slowed down his pace and motioned to Ejima Tadashi, who was walking on the sidewalk, to look at the lane. "Even in a traffic jam like this, whether you have a good car or an ordinary car, you have to wait patiently until the traffic light changes."

"Oh."

Ejima Tadashi echoed and pulled Kitagawa Che closer to the sidewalk.

The next moment, a hurried office worker ran past him.

"Actually, there is one thing that I have always been curious about." Ejima Tadashi paused, "Ache, why do you suddenly want to learn martial arts?"

In Ejima Mio's impression, Kitagawa Che has never been interested in this kind of fighting. During the time when she went to receive special training, Mrs. Kitagawa asked her young master if he wanted to learn with her, but he refused at that time, and the refusal was quite decisive.

It was as if he was totally uninterested and had no intention of having anything to do with it.

This happened more than once or twice. When she was learning mixed martial arts, he refused her like this. When she was dabbling in kendo, he also refused her like this.

As for after the accident, my young master didn't even say no, he rarely spoke at home and the same was true at school. It was only from this month that he started to talk more.

"My interest suddenly came to me."

Beichuan Che had already thought about how to answer this question.

As a time traveler, he knew very well how serious school bullying was in Tokyo.

He doesn't want to bully others, but he also doesn't want to be targeted by those bad boys on campus.

The best way to fight against violent violence on campus is to have means to counter it.

Taking action is always the worst option, but it must be available.

What's more, I have such a learning panel. Since I have such an advantage, I should make good use of it.

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Of course, this is just a joke.

Beichuan Che did not intend to practice this skill to a high level. It was enough for self-defense. He had not thought about anything more.

The two of them unknowingly walked to the intersection of the main traffic road.

This intersection is also the last intersection on their way home.

"Is it really just a hobby?"

Ejima Miu blinked, and there was a hint of suspicion in her red eyes.

"I just think we should have basic self-protection abilities." Kitagawa Che gave Ejima Miao a look that said 'stop', but the latter was oblivious. Helplessly, he could only use his free hand to grab her wrist and hold her back, "Hey! The light is red."

"I'm sorry, Master. I wasn't paying much attention."

Ejima Mio subconsciously lowered her head and apologized.

As soon as he finished speaking, the passers-by around him paused and then pricked up their ears quietly, hoping to hear more gossip before the traffic light turned from red to green.

hiss.

Beichuan Che took a breath of cold air.

It wasn't that he was surprised at how terrifying this guy was, nor was he too uncomfortable with the reactions of the people around him. He just felt that Ejima Tadashi's behavior of privately marshalling at every turn was really a bit difficult for him to bear.

He even had a premonition that if he didn't answer Ejima Miu, the girl would immediately add another sentence about Red Donnie's private Marseille.

"You don't need to apologize for this kind of thing, right?" Beichuan Che shook his head and lowered his voice. "I remember there was a saying that the more familiar the friends are, the more natural they should get along with each other. This kind of small matter is nothing to worry about. It's not right to treat each other with respect."

In his life experience, generally speaking, the more polite people are to each other, the better the relationship is.

"I……"

"Okay, it's time to answer your question." Beichuan Che interrupted Ejima Miao and looked at the indicator light across the street. The red light on the crosswalk had fifteen seconds left. He counted ten seconds silently in his heart and then said, "Boys always crave power."

The pedestrian light turned green.

"time to go."

After reminding Ejima Mia, Kitagawa Che took a step forward, looked at both sides of the zebra crossing, and took her hand and walked across the street.

Only when the two of them crossed the intersection and stepped onto the road inside the residential area did Kitagawa Che let go of Ejima Mio's hand.

"But, Master, you..."

Ejima Tadashi didn't finish her words, but her meaning was conveyed.

“The answer is that people always change.”

“But it’s going to be hard.”

Ejima Mio's eyes were quite serious. She completed the training that lasted for a year with gritted teeth because she hoped that through such practice, she would be able to protect him in the future.

“There is no such thing as a life without hardship.”

"If the young master says so." Ejima Miao no longer insisted on her own ideas, "Then I understand. I respect your ideas and will fully support them."

"But..." She changed the subject, her eyes clear and firm. It was unclear if it was due to the dusk light, but her cheeks were stained with a layer of red. "If you are just trying to protect yourself, I don't think this is necessary, because..." She paused, "I will protect you."