Tokyo Sound

"So you are very used to the hormones there?" Yin Ze took a step back calmly.

"Actually, homosexuals are not that scary. In fact, they are not interested in me. They have very high standards for choosing a mate. They all look at appearance, figure, personality and wealth. The guests there are unusually humble and easy to talk to. There is nothing weird about them except that their sexual orientation is different from ours. We can't look at them with tinted glasses." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu explained seriously.

"Thank you for your advice. I know you are not good at socializing, but it turns out you just mean you are not good with women." Yin Ze suddenly realized.

"No, no, no, no, I mean I'm bad at socializing, and I'm the worst at socializing with women," Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said quickly.

"...Then you are so brave to come to Tokyo to live by yourself and work a full part-time job. I admire you a lot."

"Well, life is only once so I don't want to have any regrets." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu smiled.

"But we still need to find a way to solve social phobia. Why don't we go to Shinjuku's one-stop street to have fun tonight? The best way to overcome fear is to face it and overcome it!" Yin Ze said excitedly.

"No, no, no, no, please forgive me for refusing!" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was so scared that his head was almost shaking.

"What are you going to do when you get married like this?" The man shook his head and sighed.

"Takizawa, you... you're still a high school student but you're thinking so far ahead. By the way, isn't it time for the college entrance examination in a month?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu turned his head and thought.

"Yes, I go home every night and practice questions, which makes my back ache and I sweat profusely." Yin Ze sighed. He was really worried that if he kept using his skills like this, he would not be able to get enough nutrition.

"How about it, do you have a favorite school?"

"I plan to apply to Todai."

"What--?! Is Todai the University of Tokyo?!" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was a little shocked.

"Yes."

"That's amazing." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu looked him up and down, pausing for several seconds, "I will support you."

"How did you do in the college entrance examination?" Yin Ze was curious.

"I can't compare to you at all. I came to Tokyo after graduating from high school and studied at Yoyogi Animation Academy. I went there mainly because of the voice acting course."

This guy holds his life tightly in his hands and will risk his life for the sake of passion. In a sense, he is a very handsome, cold and decisive person.

"I'll go collect the dishes first. Anyway, don't be too nervous." Yin Ze estimated the time, stopped slacking off, stood up, stretched his head, neck and shoulders, tied an apron and went out to work again.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded, but despite the conversation, his heartbeat was still accelerating, and his mind was full of the upcoming debut battle. He kept writing the word "人" on his hand to pretend to be forced to remain calm.

……

Yin Ze walked between the tables and chairs, clearing away the forks, spoons, bowls and plates. He also needed to provide smiling service to some customers to ensure that they had a good appetite.

After all, it is a high-end restaurant that pays attention to details.

Here people are called by the high-end and elegant way of shaking bells, rather than the vulgar way of shouting "handsome guy" or "beautiful girl" like in street stalls.

At this time, the bell rang, and the man walked briskly to the guest table as if he was summoned, with the corners of his mouth raised 15 degrees subconsciously, waiting for instructions.

"I want their signature chicken risotto, with a glass of orange juice." The girl said to him without even looking at the menu.

"Don't you study or do homework on Saturdays and Sundays? Why do you come to Omotesando [Note: a famous shopping street in Shibuya, Tokyo] to go shopping every day?" Yin Ze could tell that the customer was indignant. "You wasted your youth in a life of luxury."

"I'm just patronizing your business." The girl stroked the table with her hands, looking a little unhappy.

"Every bite of Australian lobster and abalone you eat is just helping the store manager pay for the gas for his Mercedes-Benz. This is not like selling a house. How can a wage earner like me get a commission?" Yin Ze said with a slightly sad tone, "Baked rice with less oil and more vegetables, and orange juice with three cubes of ice, right? OK, wait a moment, I'll let the new assistant cook it for you."

"I want free salad too!" The girl raised her hand.

"Turn right and walk 5 meters and you can get it yourself. Remember not to waste it, or you will have to pay for it." Yin Ze reminded her.

"What kind of service attitude is this? The customers have to do it themselves." The girl was very dissatisfied.

"This is the fun of a buffet. I can't deprive you of that happiness." Yin Ze said confidently.

"I think you just find it troublesome. I'm going to complain to the store manager." The girl threatened.

"Oh, Miss, why are you feeling sorry for a commoner like me? Didn't I secretly cut a piece of my Dark Diamond Steak and put it on your plate while you were in the toilet last time? I also accompanied you to the dental clinic afterwards..." Yin Ze felt aggrieved.

"I'm telling you, it's because of my trust and happiness that when I got home my dad saw tears in my eyes and thought I was bullied outside, so he dragged me to confront the people in my class." Sakura Ayane gritted her teeth and said, "But I haven't even met them, the culprit is clearly you!"

"I've been reflecting deeply on my mistakes." Yin Ze bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "I shouldn't have played a prank like that."

"So is it too much to ask for thoughtful and meticulous service?" the girl asked.

"It's not too much. I will prepare the best and most delicious salad according to your taste." Yin Ze saluted as a gentleman and ran to the buffet area.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who happened to be coming out with a mop in his hand, saw Takizawa-kun's servile and fawning appearance, and felt a surge of sympathy in his heart.

...Women are really difficult to deal with. Even an excellent person like Takizawa-kun, who has both high IQ and EQ, can be played around with.

He sighed silently.

Chapter 21: Only able to talk nonsense

In December, the landlord, blinded by the windfall, had already boarded a flight with his family to travel around the world to celebrate the New Year. The demolition team had also begun to seal off the building.

Yin Ze had sold or thrown away some of the furniture in advance, and he carried the remaining luggage, in large and small bags, on his back or in his hands.

In fact, I haven't found a new rental house yet. For now, I either have to find my mother who is wearing a mask or play mahjong with homeless people under the bridge. In fact, the Internet cafe [Internet cafes in Japan are expensive, but you can stay for a long time] is not bad. The single room has a bed, hot water supply, and the network administrator is on call. The cost is much cheaper than staying in a hotel.

...So if someone hadn't come to his aid, he would have really been killed in the Internet cafe with just one click.

"It's been a while since I cleaned it, so it's a little messy, don't mind."

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu carried a suitcase for him, took the key to open the security door, turned on the light and led him into the house.

"The house is a little small, but there's still enough room for one more person. If you want to take a shower, you need to start the water heater in advance because it's a little old. It's a little late today, so let's do a thorough cleaning tomorrow." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said hospitably, "It's rare for you to come, let's have a good meal tonight, uh, let me see what ingredients are in the refrigerator-"

Yin Ze put down the two large bags, stretched his sore arms, and looked around the room and bathroom. The kitchen was in the corner just like his room to save space.

As a single man's house, it can be said to be clean and fresh, without piles of garbage bags or messy clothes and pants scattered all over the floor. The walls have old green spots, and the floor tiles are yellowed but can be mopped and washed clean. The small items on the coffee table are also neatly arranged because of the owner's serious nature.

An eye chart is hung right opposite the sofa, as well as a chart of the fifty-sounds of the 50-character kana and a chart of tongue twisters. Perhaps the owner of the house will occasionally look up at the chart to practice basic tongue twister skills while watching TV.

"There's only some chicken, tofu and lettuce left. Why don't we go out to eat?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu peeked into the small refrigerator for a long time before turning around and suggesting.

"Just make do with it," Yin Ze said, "Don't spend any money."

"There is also curry powder, so let's steam some rice and make some mapo tofu." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was thinking about the menu.

"Hey, you can cook?" Yin Ze was surprised.

"I didn't know how to cook it originally, but eating out all the time is too expensive even if I eat ramen every day, so I just read the guide and try to cook it myself." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu smiled shyly, "If the taste is too bad, you have to be patient."

"In that case, I'm already very lucky." Yin Ze rubbed his shoulders, "Then I'll go downstairs and buy something to drink."

"Ok."

A few minutes later, when Yin Ze came back with the plastic bag, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was already washing rice with his sleeves rolled up. On the chopping board were chopped green onions and on the stove was simmering curry sauce. He was really quick.

"Takizawa, please watch TV for a while. Dinner will be ready soon." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said as he worked.

"You are quite skilled."

"I used to help out in restaurants, so I have some experience. It's also my first time cooking for guests." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said happily, "I feel pretty excited."

"Oh! Then we'll wait and see, Chef Matsuoka!"

"Oh!" The chef also responded enthusiastically.

During the prime time in the evening, a national variety show has already started. The camera crew is using cameras to observe the various aspects of human life, and the hosts and guests in the small window are constantly laughing and complaining.

The last thing that Matsuoka Yoshitsugu completed with great care was Mapo Tofu.

The hot tofu cubes that had turned orange were put together with the spicy juice and served on a plate. In the last step, he grabbed a bunch of chopped green onions and spices with his fingers and sprinkled them on to inject the soul. The glistening paste flowed between the tofu, and the pepper powder and chopped green onions, one red and one green, embellished the hot dish.

Serve the rice, pour the curry chicken sauce, and then scoop a spoonful of hot and spicy mapo tofu.

Yin Ze's mouth was full of oil and he was breathing heavily from the heat. "It's spicy!"

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu realized his mistake and said, "I'm sorry, I like spicy food and forgot for a moment. I'll pour you a glass of water."

Yin Ze swallowed the hot rice, his face flushed, "——It's not spicy enough!"

"Huh?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu didn't expect that the opponent was too strong. He looked down at the red rice bowl, extremely confused, "Isn't this heavy?"

Yin Ze couldn't reply to him for the time being.

My soul is a Sichuanese, who loves spicy food. In the past, when I played finger-guessing games with others, the loser drank the boiling red soup from the hot pot instead of alcohol. But my body is a Japanese, who is used to eating light food. The sudden spiciness seemed to kill my tongue.

At the same time, my soul was in a long-lost state of joy, while my body was in the torment of purgatory. It was indescribable how ecstatic I felt.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was very happy to see the other party's "deeply moved and tears in his eyes", which meant that the food tasted good and this was the victory of his "I-ryu" cooking level.

Yin Ze grabbed the plastic bag and threw a can of beer over, then he also opened a gulp.

"You seem to be underage..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu hesitated to speak.

"It will be full once this year is over. It's only a few days away, so there's no need to worry about the small details." Yin Ze said with a smile.

"It's almost the New Year." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu also opened the ring, feeling very emotional, and took a sip.

"Are you going back to your hometown in Hokkaido to celebrate the New Year?" Yin Ze asked while eating big spoonfuls of food.

"I don't think so. In fact, I haven't been back since I came to Tokyo. I just called to report the situation." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said softly, "I'm not the only child, so my parents have other brothers to accompany them at home, so I won't be lonely."

"I don't want to disturb my mom's complete home. If we hadn't talked about this before and you had invited me to stay temporarily, I would definitely have spent the New Year's Eve in the Internet cafe this year." Yin Ze said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Matsuoka."

"We are friends, isn't it our duty to help each other?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said seriously.

"Friend..." Yin Ze was slightly startled, then he smiled, "Well, I have to bother you for a few days. This year is almost over, if you don't mind, let's form a Tokyo singles team to watch Red and White and welcome the New Year together!"

"Okay." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu did not hide his happiness.

"Let's play a little game. Let's recite the tongue twister on the watch. Whoever gets stuck has to drink some wine." Yin Ze suggested.

"I won't lose this easily." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu showed a rare confident expression, and put down the rice spoon, "Let me go first - namamugi namamame namata mago (raw wheat, raw beans, and raw eggs)."

He read it so fast and steadily, and he must have put a lot of pressure on his tongue.

"こつそしょうしょうそしょうしょうそ (win the osteoporosis lawsuit)." Yin Ze stared at his watch and borrowed his predecessor's efforts to slide his tongue steadily.

"とうきょうとっきょきょかきょくきょくちょう (Director of the Tokyo Licensing Bureau)." Matsuoka Masaki answered the words without pausing, as fast as lightning.

"あかまきがみ, あおまきがみ, きまきがみ (red paper, blue paper, yellow paper)." Yin Ze squeezed the beer can.

"ぼうずがびょうぶにじょうずにぼうずのえをかいた (The little monk painted the picture of the little monk very well on the screen)."

"きしゃのきしゃがきしゃ...ah, that's wrong." Yin Ze took a big sip of the beer and wiped his mouth, "Come again, come again."

The two men sat across the table, exchanging sharp words and flashing swords.

……

The 8 bottles I bought have all been finished. The characteristic of the drinking game is that the more you drink, the more mistakes you make and the more you drink. Matsuoka Yoshitsugu is indeed strong in basic skills, but he loses in terms of alcohol tolerance.

Yin Ze looked at his colleague who was already lying on the coffee table. He scratched his head and stood up to put away the bowls and spoons first, then made a bed on the floor, tucked Song Gang in and covered him with a blanket.

"Thank you again for your kindness, brother." Yin Ze squatted and said with a sigh.

"Uh, Yinggai, Yinggai's." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was a little tongue-tied now, "...Since coming to Dongjing, Takizawa, you, you are still the one who said those things to me. Wo, it's been a long time since I had dinner and played with Pengyou."

"Haha, okay, sleep well."

Yin Ze turned off the lights and lay down on the sofa.

I am so lucky...I didn't expect to meet such a sincere friend.

"Sweet dreams~" Yin Ze closed his eyes and stretched.

"Haomeng." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu replied.

Chapter 22: Does the waiter care about handsomeness?

Snowing.

The end of winter is also the beginning of the new year.

There were Christmas trees decorated with colorful lights and staff in doll costumes wearing deer hats everywhere. Girls on the long street were holding hands with their boyfriends, holding beautiful roses grown in greenhouses in front of their chests. Snow was spread on the eaves, and the fashionable clothes and exquisite gifts behind the stained glass windows were shining brightly under the warm lights.

After running for more than three hundred days and nights, this big city finally became lazy. The streets and alleys were filled with a light-hearted joy, and people sang and drank to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

Christmas is just a prelude, a buffer to brake the busyness.

"It's the end of the year, and the workload has become heavier. Dad has a hard time." Sakura Ayane murmured softly. She was wearing new clothes and her long boots left footprints on the road covered with light snow.

"It doesn't matter, his card is with us." The young mother joked while holding the shopping bag.

“It’s too pitiful that the main body is a credit card.” The girl complained helplessly.

"Wow, you've grown up now. You know how to be considerate of a man who works hard for the family." The mother hugged her daughter intimately, "Tell your daughter 'thank you for your hard work' when you go back. Dad will be so moved that he will cry."