Li Miaoxian's request was probably bohemian, and Wan Ning was just joining in the fun and reminding Zhao Chen that she was there.
Zhao Chen thought about it carefully. If the wealth and power in his hands reach a certain level, 'Let them do whatever they want. No matter how rude they are, it will only be enough to buy these stores. It's just a trivial matter...'
Zhao Chen found that he was a little too lazy to look at other people's faces and moods.
While waiting for the food to be served, he cleared his throat and hummed softly a tune he had heard before, as if there was no one around and he seemed calm.
Li Miaoxian's cold face showed a slight expression of emotion.
Casual and comfortable, Zhao Chen's state at this time made her happy. She smiled and began to talk to Wan Ning about life. Her voice could no longer be lowered.
The conversation between the two girls rang out during what seemed like a very serious scene of waiting for a meal.
Mitsui Yukiko was a little surprised.
She didn't seem to have thought that it could be like this. The Sushi God's restaurant must be different from those noisy izakayas in the streets and alleys. Such unscrupulous conversations, in her opinion, are at least a very new thing.
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Sometimes Zhao Chen would stand up out of curiosity and carefully look at the chef's techniques.
Such behavior was not offensive, and the chef even intentionally moved closer so that Zhao Chen could see clearly. Due to the language barrier, Zhao Chen did not understand much of the chef's enthusiastic introduction.
"Can you talk while you are cooking?" He spoke in Chinese, and a translator was immediately beside him.
"Yes, we always hope to have good communication with customers..."
"Are many people talking to you?"
"Not much." The eldest son of the sushi god answered him.
Zhao Chen nodded.
"Then do you usually pay special attention to the privacy of customers? I heard that you don't shake hands with male customers. Is this true?"
"Yes, we are not concerned about our customers' privacy."
I heard an affirmative answer.
Zhao Chen could happily play a mouth-to-mouth game with Li Miaoxian. In an open, world-class city, on the streets of Tokyo, there was nothing shy about it.
Li Miaoxian did not object to being kissed.
This kind of Zhao Chen made her feel deeply novel.
Her husband has become a little more interesting, and her behavioral motivations that are beyond ordinary people are very useful to her. She is eighteen or nineteen years old, which is the best time for a girl. If she doesn’t give a good kiss at this time, she will miss the flower season, and the fragrance of the flowers will not be as good.
It's rich.
Mitsui Yukiko sat next to Zhao Chen.
She was deeply surprised by Zhao Chenjun's behavior. Zhao Chenjun turned out to be not a rigid and serious person.
Suddenly, she thought again that Zhao Chenjun was not even twenty years old.
Boys of this age often fall in love with high school girls on the streets of Tokyo;
As far as kissing is concerned, Zhao Chenjun is still a gentleman!
After a kiss with Li Miaoxian.
Zhao Chen raised his head and gave the chef a gentle smile. Unfortunately, the chef was busy with his work and didn't seem to really pay attention to the privacy of the customers.
Li Miaoxian stared at Zhao Chen's expression.
She felt a little nervous... Although she would be pleasantly surprised by Zhao Chen's casual temperament, it didn't mean that she could accompany Zhao Chen to do inappropriate and shameful things here.
She was thinking this, and when she glanced over, Li Miaoxian saw Zhao Chen's hand on Miss Xuezi's leg.
With a smile on his lips, Li Miaoxian chatted with the chef with a playful smile, attracting the chef's attention.
Mitsui Yukiko's fair little face and delicate neck were blushing without knowing when.
She followed Zhao Chen's hand and gently released her legs.
Although she was a little surprised by Zhao Chenjun's attitude towards her, at this moment, she was still glad that she did not wear safety pants under her skirt today.
In this way, Zhao Chenjun will probably like him very much.
Mitsui Yukiko nodded slightly and smiled apologetically towards Li Miaoxian, which meant: 'Mrs. Li, Miss Yukiko didn't mean to seduce Zhao Chenjun like this...'
Li Miaoxian didn't think much of a little girl, just like Mitsui.
She didn't care about this little loli.
The dining table in the sushi restaurant is a bit high, and the stools are also very high. When a girl like Yukiko sits on it, her legs naturally hang down, and her feet do not touch the ground.
At this time, Xuezi's white and tender fingers were clenched tightly.
Zhao Chenjun's fingers under the skirt made her a little unable to control herself. Zhao Chenjun played with her naked eyes. After a while, she was scattered on the chair.
Zhao Chen was still humming a little tune.
Soon, he picked up his hand, put it on the table, and approached Yukiko to show her what was left on his hand.
"Do you want to taste yourself?" Zhao Chen said with a smile.
Mitsui Yukiko came close to Zhao Chen's extended finger and tasted it with her lips and teeth. Her face was already a little unnatural.
Zhao Chen picked up her hand and wiped his own hands clean.
Then he smiled and said, "Don't the sushi chefs here not shake hands with men? You can try shaking hands with them later..."
Li Miaoxian burst out laughing.
After being glared at by Zhao Chen, her face turned cold.
Mitsui Yukiko was a little embarrassed. Zhao Chen had just wiped his hand with a tissue, and his hand had just been stained with water stains...
I am shaking hands with others, and I am a chef who has to cook for several people...
In addition, she didn't like to have physical contact with other men. When she heard Zhao Chen's request, she was a little embarrassed for a while.
"It's okay. Didn't he say he doesn't care about customers' privacy? He definitely doesn't know what you have on your hands..."
"Zhao Chenjun..." Xuezi was still in a dilemma.
At this time, the sushi has been served one after another.
Zhao Chen put the fingers he had just used into Xuezi's soy sauce bowl and washed them, then picked up the sushi and slowly tasted the taste.
Li Miaoxian said calmly, "Don't you mind Mi Tai?"
"It's okay..." As he said that, he put down the sushi in his hand, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands thoroughly before coming back and sitting down. Li Miaoxian had always been more concerned about these things. What he was most afraid of was that Zhao Chen would contract some kind of disease.
, Zhao Chen respects her opinion very much when it comes to infecting the whole family.
Seeing Zhao Chen leaving and returning, the chef said, "Sir, will the sushi this time stain your hands?"
He respected Zhao Chen very much, and such questions were only for the purpose of a questionnaire survey.
"No, I just accidentally put my finger into the soy sauce bowl..."
After he sat down, he put aside the sushi he had touched just now, picked up a new one, and enjoyed the food seriously.
A new sushi platter was served, and Zhao Chen thoughtfully fed Li Miaoxian a few.
Li was a little impatient and didn't like the fact that he put the finger in front of her eyes.
Zhao Chen felt someone tugging on his clothes.
Looking back, Mitsui Yukiko buried her head. The little girl was hesitant to speak.
"Say it."
"Why does Zhao Chenjun call my place a soy sauce bowl..."
"Ah?" Zhao Chen still didn't understand.
"You haven't seen it with your own eyes, how do you know it's soy sauce color and not white and pink?"
Zhao Chen was confused.
It took him a while to react, and he pointed to the soy sauce bowl on her table and asked, "What is this?"
"Wastabi soy sauce." Mitsui Yukiko said the name of the soy sauce bowl in Japanese, and she immediately reacted, "Ah, it turns out there is a difference between Chinese and Japanese..."
Knowing that Zhao Chen was not talking about her, she relaxed completely.
Although it would be a bit abrupt to ask Zhao Chen whether he would be responsible for her at this time and in this environment.
But Miss Yukiko has been silently enjoying this wonderful time with her boyfriend sitting next to her.