Tokyo Sound

Sakura Ayane felt frustrated and worried at the same time.

Just then the waiter arrived with a steaming signature dish. The aroma whetted the appetite and injected warmth into the place.

"Eat first." Sakura Edamori handed the chopsticks to the boy.

Chapter 33: It's really enviable

For a century, Japanese restaurants have strived wholeheartedly to create dishes that are in accordance with the season and presented as works of art on beautiful tableware.

In the reports of small media, the spirit of craftsmanship shines so brightly, and the martyrdom-like perseverance and tempering of the craftsmen make people feel ashamed.

From a pragmatic point of view, adhering to cumbersome procedures and doing everything yourself is too inefficient and far less efficient than the speed and power of a machine tool assembly line.

There is a concept of "indifference" in economics. It means that everyone has different preferences for two things, but in some cases, different choices will bring exactly the same utility.

For example, some green mechanical ninjas like to draw their swords alone, while others like to passionately shout to their teammates to inject nano hormones before drawing their swords. But the result is always a tragic death, no output, zero contribution, and nothing.

Finding a restaurant in Japan is similar. Even though the sushi gods and rice cookers in documentaries and news are more sage than each other, most ordinary small restaurants are no different.

The taste of traditional popular fried pork cutlet, fried tempura, ramen, curry, etc. is around the average level. After all, it is not a high-end cuisine, and the unit price is low. It is enough to just have enough food and clothing, so there is nothing extravagant.

In contrast, convenience stores are the only designated holy temple for single men. A packet of seasoning can make a bowl of tea rice, not to mention a variety of bases, curry sauce, cut sashimi, grilled eel...

Compared to this, rice bowl suddenly becomes so complicated.

The man felt that as long as he lived next to a 24-hour supermarket, he would never have to light a stove to cook.

There are exceptions in some cases, which will make him desire to be self-reliant.

For example, you are tired of eating rice balls, you get a sore throat from eating fried chicken, or you are eating this shocking Japanese hot pot.

The soup base is made of kelp and garlic cloves, and it is as clear as if it were a basin of ordinary tap water, with half a piece of lard barely soaked in it, and only then did some oil bloom. The dipping sauce is simple soy sauce.

The side dishes filled the small table, including beef, mutton, tofu, cabbage, mushrooms, black fungus and ham.

It’s very healthy.

No, it's a disgrace to the hotpot world.

"This is the signature of this store. Come on, try it." Sakura Edamori said enthusiastically.

Yin Ze looked embarrassed. At that moment, he felt sad. He left his hometown and came here. Even slightly spicy food was a luxury. The double-flavor hotpot was out of reach. The dignity of a man in the foggy city was shattered.

It seems that there are no tripe or duck intestines either, alas.

Yin Ze sighed, but managed his expression. His smile was still bright and cheerful, as warm and moving as a spring day. He picked up the plate and chopsticks skillfully, "Serve the dishes."

Gulp, gulp! Ripples appear on the clear soup surface.

Women are emotional creatures.

Besides, Sakura Ayane is a social networking expert who has been studying other people's psychology and reading the atmosphere since middle school. The girl was sensitive to the boy's low interest, and the smile on her face was mostly for business.

It is no longer appropriate to apologize at this time, as it will only return to the situation just now.

So she showed it through action.

"What would you like to drink? A beverage? Soda?" Sakura Ayane paused, "Wine is fine too, sake or beer?"

"I'll just drink this bottle of barley tea, you and Miss Edamori can order something else." Yin Zeke still remembered that Sakura couldn't stand the smell of alcohol, so she wouldn't do anything to be annoying.

"You've just become an adult, have you been drinking?" Sakura Edamori chose his words carefully.

"No, pineapple beer doesn't count as alcohol. And I'm just alone at home, I drink a little when I have nothing to do, I'm not dependent on it nor addicted."

"You young people are so careless. You are so thin. You must have just casually taken care of your three meals a day. This is not good. Sleep and diet are very important. You must eat more today." Sakura Edamori said comfortingly.

"...I always eat small meals frequently and never force myself."

"No need to be polite to Auntie. The beef is thin and will be cooked in a short time. If you boil it any longer, it will become overcooked." Sakura Edamori picked up a piece of tender beef from the boiling white foam with chopsticks and put it in the boy's bowl, "Try it quickly."

Unable to refuse the kindness, Yin Ze symbolically dipped the food in soy sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

It is tender, with a hint of saltiness, but just average.

“Delicious, right?”

"Indeed." Yin Ze showed an expression of endless aftertaste.

"The mutton is ready too." This time it was Miss Sakura who was picking up the unfamiliar dishes from the hotpot.

"This tofu is especially delicious after absorbing the juice."

"After adding so many fresh ingredients, the soup becomes more fragrant. Drinking a bowl of it warms the stomach, drives away the cold and makes you feel comfortable."

"The pickles here are homemade, icy and refreshing, and go really well with rice. It's not good to just eat the vegetables. Would you like some fried rice?"

Yin Ze stared at the bowls and plates that had already piled up into a small mountain, and was a little confused about what to say, "You guys eat too, don't worry about me all the time."

"it's okay no problem."

"Sakura-san is also in her growth period...she can help me share the burden."

"She has some overnutrition and has gained a lot of weight," said the young mother.

"No! My weight hasn't changed!" Sakura Ayane said angrily.

"But when I was trying on clothes earlier, some of them no longer fit me, right? They fit me perfectly before the New Year." Sakura Edamori muttered.

"It's okay to be a little fat. It's putting the cart before the horse for young people today to blindly pursue slimness and skinny beauty, force themselves to diet, and even undergo gastric reduction surgery." Yin Ze said, "The body is the capital of revolution, and health comes first. Besides, the beauty of plumpness is also very attractive!"

"So you don't mind me being 'fat'?"

"Being fat is good. Look at those who work out to shape their bodies. Which one of them didn't gain weight first? Fat and fat are your foundation. From a design perspective, round and square shapes are gentle and reliable, while spiritual triangles are sharp and aggressive. Which of the familiar cute animals isn't round, fat and silly?"

Yin Ze hummed softly and told the story slowly.

"Secondly, weight loss has always been an inspirational topic, and the saying 'fat people are potential stocks' was born from this. After all, the contrast between going from an ordinary person to a handsome man or a beautiful woman is huge enough. If you are already a beauty, no matter how you dress up, you will not look any different. If you accidentally become ugly, then 'time is a killer' will be the key."

"So being fat is good, it means that you have a strong absorption capacity. While ensuring that it is harmless to humans and animals, you also have the potential and capital to transform into a beautiful swan!"

Impeccable logic, a contemporary straight male strategist, citing classics and using clever examples.

perfect.

"So you just think I'm 'fat'?!" Sakura Ayane just stared and questioned again.

"..."

Yin Ze lowered his head and ate the bland beef slices.

"Girls should be more delicate." Sakura Edamori said with the tone of an experienced person.

"What are you doing? Isn't it just to make yourself look good for others to see? Look at how energetic he is all day long, but he treats the street women who come to chat up with him coldly. Isn't that contradictory?" Sakura Ayane pointed at the guy across the table. "I still think what dad said is right. It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Only when you are really strong and have a solid wallet, you will have confidence instead of self-doubt."

"What a proper education." Yin Ze nodded in agreement. Thinking of the last time she obeyed her parents' orders and came to thank them, he was even more moved. "You are really good for remembering all this. You are still in your rebellious age, but you are still so sensible."

"We have family conversations every once in a while."

"So serious?"

Men born in typical Chinese families were very surprised. After all, in his life experience, family meetings were held when the relationship had reached a tense and bad level... For example, being caught by the class teacher for smoking and playing Landlord deep in the park behind the school after lunch, or considering further studies, or skipping a blind date.

"In fact, we are just chatting normally with each other, talking about things that we care about and things that bother us." Sakura Edamori said with a smile, "And starting this year, Takizawa-kun's name often appears in the funny stories that Ayane tells. For example, she beat you up when playing table tennis, you were chased and pecked when you teased a bird, passers-by called the wrong person..."

"What a great castling, a reversal of the two poles, a mirage." The boy clapped his hands.

"The events are all real, the characters are just processed." The girl said stiffly.

"But every time we ask the same question, that is, do they recognize our education and are we doing our job as parents?"

"That's great." The boy was silent for a few seconds, then said softly and sincerely.

Although he did not come from a wealthy family, he still had an interesting childhood to reminisce about.

For more children, the first malice they encounter in their lives comes from their parents, with whom they have a blood relationship that is thicker than water.

It is a sincere wish that families should be harmonious, just as it is a wish that the world should be peaceful. Family members can bring warmth, but the pain and hurt they cause is far greater than that caused by strangers.

It's really enviable that Sakura can grow up in such an environment, being polite and having her own personality.

"Takizawa-kun, you're actually great too." Sakura Edamori said in a gentle voice, slowing down her voice.

"Well, it's just to promote the optimistic spirit of not being as good as the best but better than the worst."

Think about the Sanhe God who uses the sky and the earth as his bedding and the Internet cafe as his hometown, this little wandering is nothing.

"Don't just watch, eat something too."

"Takizawa-kun, why are you still being polite to your aunt? How much have you eaten? That won't do. Add a few more servings."

"..."

In one meal, the Sichuan and Chongqing kid who loves spicy food swallowed six plates of beef, three bowls of egg fried rice, and some fresh vegetables while holding back tears. He was not enjoying the biological instinct of eating, but turned into a ruthless swallowing machine.

"I'll go for one or two." Yin Ze said reluctantly, rubbing his bloated stomach due to indigestion.

"We can just take a taxi back in front." Sakura Edamori was holding a bag of packed cooked food in his hand. It was said that it was brought back for the pillar of the family who had taken cold medicine and was sleeping soundly all afternoon.

"Then I'll take my leave first. Thank you for today, Ms. Edamori... and of course, Sakura-san who picked up the food the whole time."

The three of them parted on the busy and noisy evening street.

Sakura Edamori looked at the child who was walking slowly and gradually walking away, disappearing in the graceful crowd and neon shadows.

"His clothes are old."

"Ok?"

"If you don't let life knock you down, you're already a hero."

"Okay, Ayane, go stop a car and go home!"

The girl was hugged by her lively mother and pulled into a jog.

She couldn't help but look back.

Chapter 34: There Must Be a Cat Stealing in a Threesome

“Idols are messengers who sell hope, artificially created beautiful phenomena. If you don’t even recognize this, you won’t be able to carry out this profession and shoulder the responsibilities that come with it.”

In the recording studio, Yin Ze, wearing headphones, hummed coldly.

"Maintaining lies close to the truth, turning the created truth into happiness and giving it back to the audience, sacrificing all unnecessary personal things for the sake of everyone's longing, this is the kingly way, this is the essence, this is the ultimate!"

"If you just want to satisfy your vanity and covet the pleasure of being sought after, then it means that you are nothing more than an illusion that will break at the slightest touch. You have no consciousness and are not even worth being a stepping stone."

"What's the point of saying all this? Captain, let reality serve as a wake-up call to these innocent little girls who have dreams." Shimazaki Nobunaga echoed with the same arrogance.

"I'm sorry~ They are both impolite people. I will try my best to persuade them not to be too serious and to show some mercy to everyone." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu squeezed out the innocent voice of a schoolboy next door, with some sinisterness in the middle.

"Let's fight on the most gorgeous stage to see who can represent the true idol!"

The three villains arrogantly declared and handed out a battle invitation filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"This part is OK, let's take a break?" said sound producer Matsui Zhiming.

The three of them took off their sound headphones, revealing their red ears, and returned to their seats to drink water or continue to ponder their lines... or watch "Wulin Wai Zhuan".

"Hey, Takizawa, didn't you bring your script?" Shimazaki Nobunaga saw Guangsu cross his legs and fold his hands to switch to immersive theater mode, and the King of Fishing was stunned with empty hands.

"It's okay. I've got that part memorized."

"Have you thought about it so deeply that you have memorized it?"

Shimazaki Nobunaga looked at the boy who seemed so tired that he could hardly open his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but stop drinking water, looked at the script spread out on his knees, covered with messy notes, and pursed his lips.

...This is far from enough.

"It's not good to stay tense for a long time. You should relax and rest when it's time. It's a rare opportunity to come to this world. It would be a pity if you don't slow down and appreciate the beautiful scenery along the way." Shimazaki Nobunaga advised.

"That's true. Matsuoka, you have dark circles under your eyes. You should try to spend more time sleeping." Yin Ze opened his eyes and said with concern.

"Thank you, I will pay attention. But I still want to keep up with your pace as much as possible." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu lowered his head slightly and said a little embarrassedly.

"?"

The time I spent slacking off was enough to finish half of Legend of the Spirit Mirror.

"Come to think of it, the amount of lines is less than expected." Shimazaki Nobunaga also sat down and started chatting.

"It's a game, and we are the villains."