"Sushi is a Japanese dish that uses vinegar as the main ingredient in rice. It is delicious and very popular among people. Sushi, like other Japanese dishes, is very colorful. When making it, fresh sea urchin, abalone, peony shrimp, scallops, and salmon roe are used.
, cod, tuna, salmon and other seafood are cut into slices and placed on the white and waxy rice balls. After kneading, they are spread with bright green mustard sauce, and finally placed on an antique porcelain plate... Such a color combination
, is truly beautiful and delicious
When eating sushi, the emphasis is on eating it completely, that is, the whole piece of sushi must be eaten in one bite. Only in this way can the aroma of the rice and the aroma of the sashimi be completely blended, filling the space between the teeth and cheeks without leaving any gaps.
The strong fragrance has nowhere to escape, lingering in the mouth for a long time, with twists and turns."
Her eyes almost went straight when she heard the uncle driver say a lot of things about sushi like an endorsement. The uncle driver was obsessed with sushi to the extreme. She agreed...
She has heard of it before, but hasn’t eaten it yet?
"Uncle, then take me there!" she said to the driver, she really wanted to try it
"Okay." The driver nodded and drove directly to the sushi restaurant he often went to. He got off the car and took her inside. The store was not big, but it was very clean inside.
"Azhe, you're here. Why haven't I seen you recently?" The owner of the sushi restaurant looked at the driver and greeted him quickly. He seemed to be someone he knew very well.
"Yeah, I've been busy recently, so I haven't come here to eat for a long time. I really miss the taste!" The driver also laughed heartily, then stopped laughing and introduced to the boss, "By the way, Kawamura, this is
My lady, I brought you sushi to eat today, and you have to treat her well. By the way, she and your son are in the same school and in the same grade."
When Otoyu saw her boss looking at her, she nodded with a smile, "Hello, uncle!" But she had some questions, who is his son? Is it someone she knows? This world is really small? He can meet him even if he has a meal.
People from the same school or the same age
"Ha... So that's it. My son's classmates, feel free to eat, feel free to eat." The boss smiled happily, and he seemed to be a very easy-to-get-together person.
"By the way, you can order whatever you want to eat." The boss continued, introducing the best food in his store to her one by one.
It was so diverse and dazzling that her eyes were really dazzled by it. Everything looked delicious, but she didn’t know if her stomach could bear it.
"I want, this...and this..." She ordered a few good-looking ones with good colors, flavor, and utensils. She would come back to eat when she had the chance.
The boss nodded and put the things she wanted one by one in front of her.
She picked one up with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Well, it's delicious! So delicious... soft and delicious.
So, she ate several in a row and there were several different ones on the table, waiting for her to enjoy.
"Dad, I'm back." Following the voice, a young man with a football strap on his shoulders walked in and saw someone was there. He raised his slightly drooped eyebrows, and then smiled a little naively, "It turns out there are guests!"
"Alon, you're back!" When Boss Kawamura saw his son coming back, he greeted him happily and pointed at Otoyu and said, "This guest is your classmate. Dad is going to be busy for a while. Please help entertain her."
"Okay! Just leave it to me!" the boy replied, putting down his golf bag, walking up to Otoyu, frowning, and holding his chin up with one hand.
Classmate, indeed a classmate, because she looks so familiar, as if I’ve seen her before somewhere? But, who is she? Do you really want to come?
Otowa saw the golf bag on the ground and stopped what he was doing. He was the driver of the tennis club. His uncle called him the boss Kawamura, and the boss called him Takashi. Kawamura Takashi. Sure enough, she was from the tennis club, so he should know her.
Right? She shook her head. There was no blocking the scenery in front of her, making her forget that she was not wearing glasses. This face was familiar and unfamiliar to them, but to her, it was unfamiliar and familiar.