Tokyo Sound

In the end, the girl put on the pink rabbit-head slippers.

"What are you buying? They look expensive." Yin Ze looked at the exquisite food box that didn't look like a disposable item at all. It had a strong sense of design, hollowed-out floral patterns, and bright gold edging, which was very eye-catching. The packaging alone must be enough for the packaging fee, right?

"Hmph, you have good taste. This is the cuisine of Ryūmion-tei, a two-star Michelin restaurant that is also ranked among the best in the whole of Tokyo. The ingredients and cooking techniques are first-class."

The girl opened the boxes one by one like Russian nesting dolls. Inside the big box that stored heat was a small pocket-sized box. When she opened it again, a dazzling array of delicacies appeared before her eyes. Freshly-opened golden purple sea urchin, codfish with charred skin and tender meat, Ryukyu foie gras, flame-roasted frosted wagyu, new-style salmon sashimi, and southern fin tuna symphony. In the distance, there were pure white lotus flowers blooming one after another. The quaint folk music of the zither and qin that came from nowhere overwhelmed the old Chinese songs played on the inferior speakers. In a trance, I saw the majestic Great Wall, the mottled vermilion palace walls, and the palace maids in narcissus flower and green leaf skirts walking through the lobby in rows holding fine wine. The exotic dancers were graceful, with a soft pink gauze that outlined their slender waists, and their black hair flying like a waterfall. He was standing at the highest point, and wherever his eyes touched, there was a prosperous dynasty.

God has mercy on him. Since he moved in, the only takeaway food on the coffee table has been beef rice. How could the coffee table have ever been treated as gloriously as it is today? The value of the cheap house has skyrocketed like never before!

The men all had tears in their eyes... What a spendthrift, these few bowls could renew their platinum membership for many months, and how many game coins could they be exchanged for?

Happiness is nothing. When everyone is hungry, someone finds a piece of bread, he is happy. When everyone has bread, someone finds cooked meat to eat, he is happy. When everyone is full, someone hears music, he is happy again. Happiness is the product of this superficial comparison.

At this moment, the man who had a plain lunch felt very happy.

"Does the store deliver tableware?" Yin Ze asked solemnly.

"Don't you have those daily necessities at home?" Sakura Ayane was stunned.

“How can I use those rough bamboo chopsticks to eat this kind of food?” Yin Ze sighed, and then found the included trademarked disposable tableware in the big box and reverently enjoyed a mouthful of the crystal clear caviar.

"How does it taste?" Sakura Ayane asked as if to take credit.

“It melts in your mouth, in one word.” Yin Ze savored the taste slowly, and finally opened his eyes and let out a breath like a martial arts hero breaking through his Ren and Du meridians.

"just?"

"expensive!"

"..."

In the end, Sakura, who was also the yellow robe rider, didn't have time to eat. They simply brought a small stool and the two of them started eating around the coffee table. In fact, this was no different from usual, the only difference was that they went from eating affordable food to eating high-end cuisine in an affordable rental house.

"Did you listen to the broadcast where I was a guest?" Sakura Ayane soon became dissatisfied with the monotonous meal and started a conversation.

"I heard it." Yin Ze laughed heartily and nodded in approval like an elder. "The conversation was smooth, the content was interesting, and the communication was humorous. It was more than ten times better than mine. The young are really formidable."

"Hehe, that's right. I just checked the webpage again, and my grades are among the best in history." Debut was the peak of her career, and the girl bit the tip of her chopsticks lightly, looking at him with a look of pride inevitably mixed in with her.

“Is this really true…?” The man, who had no idea about the details, was slightly surprised.

"How is it? I hope I don't disappoint you?" the girl asked anxiously again.

"Well, well done."

"Is there any reward?"

"What's wrong? The salary hasn't been paid yet?" Yin Ze frowned. "Don't worry, I'll go and collect the payment myself and make sure the producer pays it exactly!"

"Who said that?" Sakura Ayane curled her lips. "After all, I changed my schedule temporarily to take your shift. You owe me a favor, right? What's more, this performance was so brilliant, ranking among the top three in the ratings. Tell me, how are you going to repay my sincere help?"

"Well." Yin Ze immediately looked embarrassed, "How about I give you my salary from the next broadcast?"

"You are so vulgar. How can human relationships be measured by money?" Sakura Ayane was immediately dissatisfied.

"As the economic foundation of the world, money has made great contributions to the communication and historical development of human beings on Earth. It is the most stable and common measure of value, means of circulation and general equivalent. There is no more rational reward than it." Yin Ze explained seriously, "You are still young and regard money as dirt. It is understandable that you don't recognize it. How about this, you can pick up anything you like in the house and take it home."

There's nothing expensive anyway.

"Why are there only cold material things? Since favors are spiritual property, they should be rewarded spiritually." Sakura Ayane said in the tone of an educator.

"But it's hard to judge a person's spirit fairly." Yin Ze touched his chin, "Or if you have a broadcasting job one day, how about letting me take over?"

"That's too troublesome. Besides, since it has been transferred to a spiritual contract, the old method of exchanging equal amounts of material is not advisable." Sakura Ayane waved her hand.

"In other words, can it be paid with completely unequal friendship?" Yin Ze gradually understood it all, emphasizing the word "completely unequal".

"That's right!" Seeing that he finally understood, Sakura Ayane nodded vigorously.

"Great! You are indeed a good friend. How about this, forget about the actual salary. I will customize a banner for you tomorrow, and write on it the words 'A noble friend, one who shares the same purpose, helping you put out fires on your behalf, your kindness is as heavy as a mountain'. How do you think?" Yin Ze looked over expectantly.

"Nothing." Sakura Ayane stared mercilessly.

"You think there are not enough words? No problem, I'll print the lyrics of 'My Good Brother' [Note: a song sung by Xiao Shenyang] on it. I'll give you as many as you want, as long as you're happy." Yin Ze happily offered advice.

"You wish. Are you going to get rid of me just like that?" Sakura Ayane asked loudly.

"Why are you saying that? Didn't you say that we can use completely unequal friendship to support..." The man suddenly came to his senses halfway through his words, and then widened his eyes, "Does your 'unequal' only mean 'the other party gave a lot', and not 'the other party gave little'?!"

The girl remained silent, and her silence represented her greed.

I knew it, I knew it, she was the daughter of that capitalist, she would definitely not be so easy to get rid of, just like the day does not understand the darkness of the night, after all, they are from two different worlds. Yin Ze was heartbroken.

"I heard that you and Rina made the so-called three agreements on the radio?" Sakura Ayane confirmed curiously.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about it." Yin Ze scratched his head.

"I want a promise too." Sakura Ayane murmured in a low voice.

"Why learn from her?"

"When you do a broadcast, you can only promise others three. I've been playing for you for a whole episode, so what's wrong with asking for just one?" The girl looked sideways.

"Hey, it's just a show effect, don't take it seriously." Yin Ze shook his head.

"Do you want to go back on your word?" The girl couldn't believe it.

"No, if it's an event or a broadcast, and there's a lot of people, then I'll just use scissors when playing..."

"Oh, I see. It was my negligence that allowed people to take advantage of this loophole. Then I have to revise my request. I want an agreement that I must abide by in life." The girl quickly regrouped.

"I participated in a big-budget animation series called "Fate/Zero", did you know?" Yin Ze suddenly said.

"Ah?" The girl was a little confused.

"The Master inside can control top-level familiars called Heroic Spirits. They have something called 'Command Seals' that can force Heroic Spirits to act." Yin Ze continued.

"What does this have to do with what we discussed?" the girl asked.

"Because orders must be specific, vague requirements like 'you can never refuse instructions' that have no time limit will not be passed. At most, they have some restraining effect." Yin Ze taught earnestly, "People are actually the same. We are all lazy, so I advise you to be careful in what you say and do, and don't be too delusional..."

"It's still somewhat restrictive at best? So good?" Sakura Ayane was very interested, "Then I'll come too, but the requirement is 'no one can refuse'!"

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Anyway, they ate up the takeaway from Ryūmian-tei cleanly, but they still didn't come to a conclusion. But it was obvious that Sakura was very concerned about repaying the favor after helping. The other party was eager to repay the favor, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Are you full?" Yin Ze asked kindly.

"Almost done." The girl cleaned up the table, touched her stomach which was actually still a little hungry, and pretended to be full. Her weight had been slowly increasing recently, and her father often teased her in a mean way, which made her, who originally didn't care, start to care.

"Oh, that's great. I'm still hungry." Yin Ze was a little sad.

Men have a limited understanding of high-end cuisine, but they have also summarized one characteristic, which is that they are rare and expensive!

"Ah, then how about we go downstairs to eat something? I'll force myself to eat a little more, just as if I were accompanying you. After all, it's so lonely to eat alone." The girl felt that she could still eat two more bowls, and couldn't help but be tempted.

"No need, there is an angel on the way carrying chicken soup." Yin Ze smiled gently.

A miracle is something incredible and incomprehensible that is beyond the capabilities of mortals.

Such as this time.

He had just finished speaking.

There was a knock on the door.

Chapter 134 Just Right

Yin Ze opened the door again.

Tokyo has truly entered summer, and even in the breezy evening, the streets still retain the heat of the day, making it a bit stuffy. Cicadas clinging to the trees are chirping tirelessly, leaves are rustling in the evening breeze, and sparrows are resting on the telephone poles.

Uchida Maaya, who was walking over, had a slightly red face and was sweating a lot. Many strands of hair were stuck to her forehead. She pushed all the hanging hair behind her ears and was breathing hard, pulling the collar of her dress to fan herself.

"Sorry for bothering you." The girl smiled when she saw someone.

"You didn't come here running, did you?" The man's hand was habitually supporting the door frame.

"I was so stupid. I took the wrong street at the intersection over there. I was surprised that the address didn't match, so I asked for directions and turned back." Uchida Maaya raised the stainless steel insulated lunch box in her hand and tilted her head slightly. "I heard that you had such a high fever that you had to ask someone to cover for you at work. How are you? Is your health improving?"

"Almost. I've been sweating before, and the weather has turned hot recently, so it's hard not to recover. Thank you for your concern." Yin Ze expressed his gratitude.

"It's the same as my brother. He has a cold, but he refuses to take medicine. He just does exercise and wants to recover on his own."

"No wonder your brother's pectoralis major muscles are so well developed. I was defeated by him in both our battles."

"Why are you standing at the door? Why don't you invite me in and sit down?"

"Come in." Yin Ze bowed like a butler and held out his hand. Huh? Why again?

Uchida Maaya walked in briskly, and looked around the small but well-equipped room with great interest. She exclaimed, "Oh, it's a little old, but it's cleaner and more organized than I thought. I thought clothes would be scattered around, but there are garbage bags piled up in the corners, and there are stubborn old stains on the floor."

"Because I don't have any extra clothes, and this is on the second floor, I can just walk a few steps down to throw away the trash. As for the cleanliness of the house, it's because I insist on cleaning it up and never leave the mess until the next day." Yin Ze nodded, "For example, I just ate something, even if I'm going to have another meal right away, I still cleaned the dishes and wiped the table without procrastination."

"I really didn't realize you had such good qualities... I wish my brother could learn from you. His bedroom is a mess, with things scattered everywhere, and his clothes and pants are not properly put away in the closet." Uchida Maaya sighed.

"This is too easy. If you give me all the collections in his closet and under his bed one day, then you won't have the above troubles." Yin Ze suggested.

"You two are of similar build, so I think it's okay." Uchida Maaya smiled and observed, then put the thermos on the coffee table. When she opened it, it was immediately steaming hot and fragrant. "Okay, don't delay any more, come and drink the chicken soup. It's been simmering for several hours. I specially picked out the best meat like legs and wings for you. I'm going out now, why did you eat it in advance? Now I have to clean up twice."

"Young people should exercise more." Yin Ze answered naturally.

At this moment, someone happened to take out a new, unopened garbage bag from the bathroom.

"Uchida-san?"

"Sakura-san?"

The two people stared at each other across the air.

Uchida Maaya saw Sakura with his sleeves rolled up, his hands full of tap water, a garbage bag, and a rag, looking like a laborer. Thinking of his previous remarks about cleaning, she looked at the man in shock: "No wonder he said that he was so relaxed without procrastination... So you always ask someone to come to your house to do the cleaning? Ask a student like this?"

"No way, it's unfair. It's like a kid who studies all day and just plays games to relax for a few minutes, and then is seen by his father who comes home from get off work and criticizes him for wasting his time and not studying hard." Yin Ze was speechless, "It's just this one time."

"How could a child like this come to your house for no reason?" Uchida Maaya's eyes were as bright as moonlight, and full of inquiry and moral caution like a righteous policeman.

"Don't misunderstand." Yin Ze quickly explained, "She also came to visit me and brought gifts. I was eating with her before."

"After eating everything, you let the kind guest who visited you do the cleaning for you?"

"..."

Of course, that's not the case. For some reason, Sakura-san is the one who rushes to clean up after dinner, even though she isn't even proficient at twisting a handkerchief.

"Did Uchida-san come here specially? What is that insulated box?" Sakura Ayane unfolded the garbage bag.

"I made it myself. You should try it too. If I had known you were here, I would have served more. I'm afraid this isn't enough." Uchida Maaya was a little troubled.

"It's okay, she's full." Yin Ze said considerately, "Children have smaller appetites. She ate the luxurious platter at Longmianting before, which was full of hard dishes. I'm afraid she's still very full now."

"I vaguely remember that the restaurant was recognized by Michelin as a first-class restaurant, right?" Uchida Maaya suddenly regretted, "Ah, if I hadn't gotten lost and came here earlier, I might have been able to try their cooking and experience the huge gap between me and the star chef."

"That's not difficult. Next time, let's find some time and team up to go to the restaurant and eat together." Yin Ze waved his hand.

"Will you treat me?" Uchida Maaya asked back.

"Hey." The man's eyes wandered, "If it's just for a taste, I can handle it."

"Oh, I was just kidding. Of course I'll pay the bill. Look how nervous you are. I won't take advantage of you." Uchida Maaya rolled her eyes and lowered her head to serve the soup.

"Oh, right, slippers. Uchida-san doesn't have any slippers yet, right?" Sakura Ayane suddenly realized that there were only two pairs of slippers in the room, flip-flops for bathing and regular cotton shoes. "Why don't you wear mine and I'll wear his."

"What about me?" Yin Ze asked calmly.

"Don't you still have a pair of rough cloth gloves for work?" Sakura Ayane replied calmly.

I threw the boomerang out and it finally returned accurately.

"It's okay, I don't need it." Uchida Maaya didn't care much about such a small matter. In fact, she had only been wearing socks since she entered the house. She smiled and said, "Anyway, the owner of the house has said please go ahead, right?"

"I see." Sakura Ayane said as she buried her head in clumsily tying a knot in the garbage bag.

"Come on, try it." Uchida Maaya took a clean porcelain bowl from the bowl sink, poured two-thirds of it, and handed it over along with the bamboo chopsticks, "Be careful, it's hot."

Yin Ze took it and sighed. He never made time-consuming things like this, because he was lazy and had no experience. He might have to cook several chickens to get something, which was a waste.

The hot air was floating upwards, the golden chicken soup was shining under the chandelier, many oil beads were floating on the soup, swaying left and right with the slightest swaying, silky and tight. There was also the aroma of Codonopsis and Astragalus.

"It smells so good, is it stewed from an old hen?" Yin Ze didn't rush to drink it, but blew on it.

"Yes." Uchida Maaya scooped another bowl for Sakura and specially picked out chicken wings and chicken feet.

"Is there any difference between stewing a hen and a rooster?" Sakura Ayane, who rarely entered the kitchen, was puzzled.

"Roosters don't have much oil or water, they're not that pure, anyway they're just not satisfying. I don't know the scientific reason, but that's what the older generation said," said Yin Ze.