Chapter 47 Your whole family are fake RB people, right?
"Book? What book?" Xueli's mind was not here at all. It was only when Kithara Hideji held up the "Essence of Acupuncture" that he came to his senses and said with a smile: "These belong to my father."
"Mr. Fukuzawa knows Chinese medicine?" This is surprising. Traditional Chinese medicine is not very popular in China, but it is popular in nearby countries - RB is better, but South Korea is even better.
!However, according to the temperament of Universe Smita, it was natural that he changed his name to "Korean Medicine", and the Chinese medicine was also changed to "Korean Medicine". Maybe one day it will be applied for World Heritage status again.
"Yes, he spent some time in China, and he met my mother in China."
"So your parents have both been to China...and why?" Kitahara Shuji became even more curious.
"My mother is studying abroad in China, and my father seems to be traveling. I don't know what he is traveling for. Anyway, he shamelessly followed my mother back and later got married."
Unexpectedly, Kitahara Shuji also asked about the relationship history of his parents. He was slightly embarrassed, changed the subject, patted the book and said with a smile: "It is really rare to take Chinese medicine as a hobby."
It's really rare. It has the joy of a fisherman who likes to arrange flowers.
Xueli had already sat down and was drooling, waiting to start eating. She said casually: "It's not a hobby. My dad opened a medical clinic."
Kitahara Shuji was stunned. Has he opened a medical clinic? Has he changed his profession from a doctor to a cook? This is a big step! He couldn't help but ask: "Then why do you open an izakaya now?"
"I'm not good at learning and can't continue. I seem to have lost some money... I used to open a kendo gym, but no one learned it, and I couldn't recruit students. I was so desperate that I changed it to a medical clinic. It didn't last long before it became obsolete.
, and then changed it into an izakaya, I have only been working there for more than a year, and the future is uncertain." Strictly speaking, Yuki Fukuzawa is definitely a frank and good girl, and she does not treat Kitahara Shuji as an outsider. She really has nothing to say.
"This..." Kitahara Shuji really didn't expect that Fukuzawa's father would have such an experience, but Xueli didn't care at all, and was still heartless, with a bag of joy: "Don't be surprised, my mother said before, I
Dad is a first-rate drunkard, a second-rate swordsman, a third-rate doctor, a fourth-rate cook, and a fifth-rate husband, hahaha!"
She enjoyed herself for a while, then lay on Kitahara Hideji's shoulder mysteriously and said: "Even though my father is so serious now, he becomes a fool after drinking. I don't know why my mother married him like a fool."
The warm breath from her mouth blew into Kitahara Hideji's ears, and there was a faint sweetness of nectar. The touch on her shoulders was soft and elastic, which made Kitahara Hideji couldn't help but tilt his head.
She glanced at her - you weren't born when your father was drunk, were you? Is it really appropriate to tell me this? There are differences between men and women. Is it really okay for you to lie on top of me?
Xueli didn't care what others thought of her. She didn't care. After saying that, she went back. The duck sat on a large space and swayed back and forth, with waves in her chest. As soon as the door opened, Fuyumi came in and gave her a sideways glance.
Putting down the pot in his hand, he slapped her on the back of the head and said angrily: "Sit like you are, sit down for me!"
This slap was really loud. Kitahara Shuji's scalp went numb when he heard it. Yukiri immediately became obedient and put his feet under his buttocks and touched the back of his head pitifully.
Spring vegetables also came in, holding two large trays with some dishes on them very skillfully.
After Fuyumi suppressed Yukiri, she didn't even look at Kitahara Hideji and started serving soup and rice directly. Kitahara Hideji hesitated and looked at the door, but Fukuzawa Naotaka was nowhere to be seen, so she couldn't help asking Yukiri: "Isn't Mr. Fukuzawa coming with you?"
Do you want to eat?”
Yukiri didn't answer, she was concentrating on drooling, but she didn't expect Fuyumi to answer. She tilted her head and didn't look at Kitahara Shuji, as if she was talking to an invisible person, "He wants to guard the store outside in case he comes unexpectedly."
There is a customer. Don’t worry about him. Usually he only eats after closing the shop... You can eat in peace. I don’t want the matter between us to involve my younger brothers and sisters. Work is work, and our grievances are our grievances.
, we cannot mix together, so we will resolve our matters privately - a fair and just settlement! But I will never forget the insult you gave me in my life. Sooner or later, I will settle old accounts with you!"
Xueli nodded again and again: "Yes, my sister told us outside just now. This is a matter between her and you. It is a love-hate relationship between you. It has nothing to do with us. We should not be allowed to interfere.
I'll get along with you how I want to get along with you..." Before she could finish her words, she received another slap on the back of the head. Fuyumi shouted in embarrassment: "Don't use idioms randomly!"
Xueli was beaten so hard that her head shook, and she muttered in a low voice: "I want to speak more politely, as long as I mean the right thing, why do I care so much all day long..."
Kitahara Shuji was a little surprised. It wasn't because of Yuki. Nabibai ignored her and just took a closer look at Fuyumi. He found that although her expression was ugly and her face was dark, it didn't look like she was lying. He was suddenly a little surprised - this little
Is Carrot Head starting to make sense? The sun rises in the west and sets in the north today?
But he didn't care and said with a smile: "We are always waiting for you!"
Fuyumi snorted softly and filled up the soup - there was also Kitahara Hideji's. But Kitahara Hideji looked at the others and found that the tofu was two pieces less than the others. She didn't know if she did it on purpose.
Dinner is very simple, just rice, miso tofu soup, natto, fried fish cakes, pickles, salted fish, stir-fried vegetables - this is a normal RB family-style dinner, all common dishes, considered simple. But Kitahara
Xiuji didn't have any objections. He came here to work, not as a guest. It was just a work meal. The whole family ate this. Is it just because of him that he was served big fish and meat?
He followed the crowd and shouted "I'm starting" and then gently picked up the bowl and took a sip of the hot miso tofu soup. He was a little surprised - it's not that it tasted bad, but the problem was that it was definitely not delicious.
, can only be said to be ordinary. He saw that the rice and boiled eggs in this izakaya were carefully washed and cooked carefully, so he thought the dishes would be good, but he did not expect that they were only average.
Could it be that my taste is different from that of RB people? It's very possible...
He pulled out the rice and saw that the rice grains were crystal clear. It was indeed better than what he had cooked before. He was about to pick up a chopstick for "Chinese cuisine" - RB called stir-fried dishes Chinese cuisine, but it was actually stir-fried fresh vegetables - but he was shocked to find that
There were two plates just now, but now there are only two empty plates containing some light green soup.
Oh, no, there is also a short vegetable stem...
He was stunned, and looked up, only to see Fuyumi moving left and right, filling herself with a spoonful of rice, and filling Akitaro with a spoonful of vegetables, taking a sip of soup, and filling Akitaro with a spoonful of rice noodles, while feeding the child.
Her little cheeks were bulging like a little hamster; Haruna ate slowly and methodically, but the bowl was covered with a thick layer of vegetables, but she was still very calm;
The left and right hands kept exchanging, and the four arms rose and fell, covering the entire dining table. They cooperated with each other tacitly, which made people dazzled. Meanwhile, Xueli beside him was making a sound like feeding a pig, with his head buried in a basin.
…
Kitahara Shuji was even more stunned, why do you have a basin? He stretched his head and took a look, and found that it was full of bibimbap, and it also contained some dishes that were not available today.
Xueli raised her head, wiped her mouth, and asked vaguely: "Why don't you eat it? Do you think it tastes bad and feels like it's stuck in your throat? I've already told you, my dad is a fourth-rate cook, so just make do with it!"
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"Ah, no, it tastes very good!" Kitahara Shuci praised it against his will and asked curiously: "Why do you eat differently from everyone else?"
There was still half a fish tail in the corner of Xueli's mouth, which was raised and raised as she spoke, "This, this is the rice left for me yesterday, we can't waste it... That, do you want to try it? I can share some with you.
." She was a little reluctant and hesitant at the end.
Kitahara Shuji quickly refused: "No, thank you, please use it slowly." You are eating like a pig. I really can't eat it, so I accept it with kindness. And you seem to be just being polite, no.
Are you going to really share it with me?
Xueli breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Then you should eat quickly, otherwise there will be nothing left!" After saying that, she boldly picked up the basin and started to eat it again.
Kitahara Shuji quickly looked at the dining table and found that even the pickled fish was almost gone. There were only two small fish heads lying on the plate, rolling his eyes and looking dead.
Okay, eat fish heads to replenish your brain.
As soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, there was a sudden gust of wind around him. He was dazzled by the sight of two fish heads sandwiched in the snow and threw them into his mouth. He chewed them with a "click" sound, and then he started to chop the rice violently.
Fuyumi served rice at the other end of the table and scolded Akitaro: "You are almost four years old and you are already a man. How can you eat one bowl of rice? Eat another bowl! You are not allowed to leave any left! Huh? What kind of expression is this? No.
If you cry, I’ll beat you if you dare!”
The entire dining table was noisy. Xueli was feeding the pigs, Fuyumi was training the children, Haruna was whispering advice, and Xia Zhi and Xia Sha started fighting among themselves after grabbing the dishes, eating each other's bowls...
Kitahara Shuji is really speechless. Your whole family is fake RB people, right? It’s not like this in Japanese dramas. Everyone eats slowly, chews carefully, and is polite to each other!
He really couldn't complain, so he came back with a pickle and started to put rice into his mouth. Except for the pickles and natto, everything else on the table was basically dead. Fortunately, there was enough miso soup, so he could barely make up a meal.
He ate a bowl of rice and drank a bowl of soup. Fuyumi glanced at him from a distance, curled her lips and ordered: "Haruna, give him more rice and soup."
This pretty boy eats so much...
"Thank you!" Kitahara Shuci handed over the empty bowl. Yuki beside him also wiped his mouth and stretched out the basin, saying vaguely: "Haruna, give me some more, forget it, fill it up..." As she said
After looking at Dongmei, her voice became softer and she said, "Please add half a bowl first!"
Kitahara Shuji looked at her in surprise, so it turns out that you are not using a basin, but your special rice bowl?