Under the light of the entrance, Ning Weimin, with a flushed face and coughing, stood in front of the door in his pajamas.
He was in the midst of an illness, his body was weak and his hair was disheveled.
In this situation, there is a wonderful contrast with Keiko Matsumoto, who is gorgeously dressed and well-dressed.
In Ning Weimin's eyes, Matsumoto Keiko's body seemed to be shrouded in a dazzling light that could eclipse the lights on the roof.
Her hair was neatly combed, and her makeup was more delicate than usual.
Even though he is over thirty years old, his skin is as fair as fat, shiny and soft, and no wrinkles can be seen.
In particular, her figure looks very elegant, and the kimono she wears is so luxurious and decent.
It is different from the floral-dyed small furisode in the movie "Gobancho Yugiri Tower", and it is also different from the plain black middle furisode in the movie "Dotonbori River".
The naka furisode kimono she wore today was made of light green fabric dyed with flower and plant accessories.
A dark red butterfly-shaped belt is tied around the waist, which makes the bright green waist padding more eye-catching.
It can be said that the overall matching is noble and impressive, which can make her look younger than her real age without losing dignity and style.
For a moment, Ning Weimin, who was almost stunned, could not find a suitable word in his vocabulary to describe the beauty of Keiko Matsumoto in her kimono, bowing gracefully.
But he understood Xu Zhimo's poem at once - the gentleness of the lowered head was just like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze...
This made him feel even more ashamed of himself and embarrassed by his unkempt appearance during his illness.
However, there is magic in love between a man and a woman, even though he feels so oily and embarrassed.
But in the eyes of Matsumoto Keiko, he has a completely different look that makes people feel distressed.
Not only did he not make Matsumoto Keiko dislike him, but he was as ill as the "empty master" and had the same virtues. On the contrary, he hit the softest place in Matsumoto Keiko's heart.
The world always thinks that women need men to love them, but in the end, women always love men.
This psychological characteristic is undoubtedly a woman's weakness.
At this moment, Matsumoto Keiko's eyes were also attracted by Ning Weimin.
Including his strong Adam's apple, slim cheeks, and hair as messy as weeds, they all make people feel pity and want to care for him.
What's more, from the look on his face, you can tell that his body temperature is very high, and he definitely has a serious fever.
So I walked in the door and said "Congratulations on the New Year" according to the Japanese New Year custom.
Matsumoto Keiko didn't even have time to put down her things and change her shoes, so she anxiously supported Ning Weimin and pushed him into the house.
"Oh, please go in and rest quickly, don't stand here anymore."
Ning Weimin bowed his head and apologized.
"I'm so sorry for causing you trouble. Today is the New Year, but I ruined your get-together with your family."
"Stop being so polite. You should tell me in time when you are sick. If you don't tell me, I will be angry. Hey, I will accompany you to the hospital later, okay?"
"Well... no need. I'm much better now, so there shouldn't be much of a problem. Well... come in and sit down... I'm sorry, the conditions here are really simple, please don't dislike it. There's no hot water, not even a cup of tea.
Let me brew it for you..."
Ning Weimin touched his forehead and looked at the living room, which only contained a semi-old sofa and a hardwood chair.
Different from the calm and indifferent attitude when she received Zou Guodong, Matsumoto Keiko still blushed a little when she saw his living place like a donkey dung egg.
However, Matsumoto Keiko, who had changed her shoes, seemed not to care about this at all.
She put down the things she brought first and took the initiative to boil a pot of hot water.
Then he asked Ning Weimin if he had taken any medicine, then found him with a thermometer, handed it to him, and said it like he was a child.
"You go sit on the sofa and feel more comfortable. If you have a fever, your throat must be uncomfortable, so you should talk less and drink more water. I brought some food. You can take a few bites later and then go to bed. Come on.
, take the temperature first, and then eat after taking it..."
"I just took the test, it's not too high." Ning Weimin looked at the thermometer in Matsumoto Keiko's hand, his eyes showing hesitation.
"It's better to test it. I can rest assured after seeing it." Matsumoto Keiko patiently advised.
In this way, Ning Weimin had no choice but to take the thermometer, hold it in his hand, and then look at Matsumoto Keiko awkwardly.
Matsumoto Keiko was stunned for a moment, and after understanding the situation, she smiled awkwardly and immediately turned away.
She simply took the food box and went into the kitchen to heat food for Ning Weimin.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ning Weimin unbuttoned his shirt and put the thermometer under his arm.
Frankly speaking, the huge difference in conditions between the inside and outside of Ningwei's residence aroused Matsumoto Keiko's surprise and curiosity.
But as an actor, she can control her expressions very well.
And women’s perspectives are inherently different from men’s.
After the initial brief surprise, Matsumoto Keiko was quickly attracted by the orderliness in the house.
It stands to reason that a patient's environment will be relatively messy.
She knew from her imagination that Ning Weimin had made preparations in advance probably for her coming.
After coming out of the kitchen, Matsumoto Keiko observed a relatively special place in Ning Weimin's living room.
There is a small wooden table next to the TV, covered with a clean tablecloth.
There was nothing else on the table except a few videotapes of her films, as well as the watch and pager she gave to Ning Weimin.
Completely uncontrollably, a faint smile appeared on Matsumoto Keiko's face, and an indescribable feeling of happiness and joy arose spontaneously.
Obviously, that was the place that Ning Weimin cared about the most in this room, and everything related to her was placed there.
Besides joy, there is also emotion, compassion, warmth and longing.
Finally, a feeling full of vitality lingered in my heart.
It was as if she was sitting alone on the big tree on the top of the mountain, watching the sun rise slowly in the east, gradually rising to parallel with her line of sight, and the sun was rising just for her.
Matsumoto Keiko fell into this boundless illusion, enjoying and daydreaming...
Suddenly, Ning Weimin's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Thirty-eight degrees four."
"Let me see……"
Instantly retracting his thoughts, Matsumoto Keiko anxiously turned around and walked towards Ning Weimin.
Ning Weiyoumin coughed a few times and had no choice but to hand over the thermometer he had just taken out from his armpit.
"Thirty-eight degrees five is not low. You should go to the hospital..."
Keiko Matsumoto looked at the degree carefully and revealed the fact that Ning Weimin was trying to cover up.
But Ning Weimin still didn't want to go to the doctor. It was too cold outside and he was too weak to move.
So I still persisted stubbornly.
"Actually, before you came here, your fever reached 39 degrees. But I have already taken antipyretic medicine and it has taken effect. It should come down soon. Let's wait and see. If the fever doesn't go down by tomorrow, I will go
…”
Matsumoto Keiko looked at Ning Weimin with eyes that seemed to be pleading, and suddenly thought of those children in the kindergarten who lied and refused to get injections.
She sighed helplessly. She really couldn't harden her heart, so she had no choice but to obey him.
"Then... shall we have something to eat? I have brought many dishes. What do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat them all." Ning Weimin replied without thinking.
This is not just to make Matsumoto Keiko happy.
Just because the things he bought at the convenience store were really a torture for his eating habits and Chinese stomach.
"That's not possible. You have a fever. There are some things you can't eat."
And hearing Ning Weimin's answer, Matsumoto Keiko couldn't help but laugh, feeling again that he was really full of childishness.
This kind of childishness can easily inspire a woman's maternal nature.
Matsumoto Keiko re-entered the kitchen, quickly placed the dishes and chopsticks, and put out all the food she had heated.
Because there was no room in the living room, these things were placed on the desk in Ning Weimin's study.
Keiko Matsumoto carefully moved everything on Ning Weimin's desk to other places.
And try to arrange the tableware and food as beautifully and neatly as possible.
After everything was done, he said softly, "Come here to eat."
Ning Weimin came over as meekly as a good baby.
And he didn't forget to bring a chair in from the living room, otherwise there was only one chair in the study and there was no seat for two people.
"Sit down..."
"Okay... just eat it while it's hot."
Ning Weimin moved the chair in front of Matsumoto Keiko, and then sat down at the table.
However, when I took a closer look, I was surprised by the richness of the ingredients, and my attention was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of dishes on the table.
"This... is too troublesome. Did you make it? Or did you buy it?"
"I didn't buy it, I made it with my mother. This is a Japanese New Year food. Please try it. I hope it will satisfy your appetite." Matsumoto Keiko said politely.
You know, what she brought today was a complete set of "Osechi Cuisine".
The multi-layered lacquer box she uses to store food is called a "heavy box".
This type of thing looks like a Chinese food box with an infrared black interior and a square shape, which means "good things come in a steady stream".
Although there are regional differences, Japanese heavy boxes generally have three to five layers.
Keiko Matsumoto's family is wealthy, so she brought a five-story "heavy box" with an extremely rich menu.
In terms of value, it can definitely surpass the 10,000 yen worth of "Osechi Ryori" sold in high-end restaurants.
In the top layer of "Ichinoju", the dishes loaded are "celebration dishes" and "gutori" dishes that go with drinks.
Place barbecued food and vinegar-based cold dishes in the second layer of "two pieces".
The third layer of "Three Heavy" is filled with roasted mountain delicacies.
The fourth layer of "heavy" contains boiled food and stews.
The last layer of "Five Heavy" is empty, which means making room to hold blessings.
So there are four big food boxes, each with more than a dozen varieties, and together they come to almost a hundred varieties.
It's like a mini version of the official seats at Tan Gong Restaurant. Do you think Ning Weimin can't be surprised?
Eating is the next best thing. The key is that Ning Weimin's business mind is not idle.
Even though his brain was half-burned at the moment, he was stimulated by this and started to work at high speed, instinctively thinking about the possibility of making money by imitating it.
"Eat quickly, don't be polite, if you wait any longer, the food will be cold again..."
After a long time, seeing that Ning Weimin still hadn't moved his chopsticks, Matsumoto Keiko thought he was embarrassed and couldn't help but urge him again.
"Then I ate it?" Ning Weimin returned to reality from his business fantasy and started to really taste it.
The temperature of the food is just right, and it exudes an alluring aroma.
The various smells were all delicious and intoxicating that Ning Weimin had never smelled before.
After all, he is a Chinese. In his previous life, he only visited Tokyo briefly, and his meals were all in chain restaurants operated by capital.
Where can I go to have such a truly high-end and authentic Japanese-style banquet?
It's like outsiders and foreigners coming to the capital to hang out.
Often we can only go to restaurants and eat out.
Even if it's not a black shop with a name only in tourist areas, you can't get really delicious braised noodles and sumptuous spring cake banquets, and De Sheng Bao.
Because these special foods require effort and effort, which is troublesome.
How could a merchant engage in such an uneconomical transaction?
What's more, Matsumoto Keiko just sat there without any peace of mind.
Yamato Nadeshiko's virtue made her move to the desk, where she kept adding dishes and soup to Ning Weimin.
Ning Weimin only needs to be his master and concentrate on eating delicious food.
Mature women all understand an iron rule. Being able to receive adequate care from women in terms of diet and daily life has always been a man’s most primitive desire, and even his ultimate dream.
On the surface, men's love is stimulated by hormones.
But in essence, a man's love depends on the nourishment of his stomach.
So I have to admit that "get an American salary, live in a British house, marry a Japanese wife, and find a French lover", this is really true.
Japanese women are indeed a kind of existence that can represent gentleness and sweetness.
Relatively speaking, it is different in China. Men are often the ones who take care of women.
I have to keep asking the girl what she wants to eat or drink?
You have to pick up food, serve soup, and please each other, and in the end you have to pay for it yourself.
In short, Ning Weimin was almost in a trance after eating this meal.
He is no longer simply eating and chewing nutrients.
He is enjoying the love and care of a woman and absorbing emotional nourishment.
Moreover, this woman still strongly attracts him in all aspects. She is the national goddess of contemporary Japan.
Not to mention the pleasure brought by the desire to conquer, it is this kind of meticulous and considerate enjoyment that makes him fall deeply in love and find it difficult to extricate himself.
"Is it delicious?" Matsumoto Keiko asked softly.
"It's delicious, it's delicious." Ning Weimin replied sincerely.
And in the blink of an eye, he proved it with his actions.
Sweep away most of the food, especially boiled food and stews, leaving nothing behind.
"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry. You are still sick."
Ning Weimin suddenly stopped, looked at Matsumoto Keiko calmly, and said seriously, "I seem to be fine."
"What? Alright?"
"Really, suddenly my head doesn't hurt anymore, my forehead doesn't feel hot anymore, and my body doesn't feel sore anymore."
"You are clearly kidding me, really..."
"I'm not kidding. I'll just eat and feel better. Maybe it's because I'm sweating. No, it's because I saw you..."
Keiko Matsumoto's face turned red instantly, "You're saying it's not a joke? I wish it was really that magical."
"I won't lie to you. Don't you...don't believe me?"
Matsumoto Keiko didn't know if Ning Weimin was just saying it casually or if he was serious.
However, this sentence sounded like a pun to her ears.