The wind outside Chunwei House was so strong that it made the signboard rattle.
The strong wind came at the right time. It arrived at seven o'clock in the evening, which was the prime time of the day. It directly reduced the number of guests at Chunwei House by 70%. Then, a heavy rainfall warning was suddenly issued in the news, which made the drinkers even more worried.
The diners began to go home one after another. As a result, before nine o'clock in the evening, there were no customers in the pure taste house.
Kitahara Shuji rubbed his sore eyes, his expression was not good, and Fukuzawa Fuyumi was sitting in the corner of the lobby checking accounts, her mouth tightly pursed, and there was a round red mark on her face, which was ridiculous.
Looking gloomy.
Kitahara Shuji's bad expression was not because business was extremely bad today, which had nothing to do with him, but because that little carrot-headed Fuyumi was a psycho!
He had been working at Chunwei House for the past ten days, and he felt that his relationship with Fuyumi had eased, and today he was even more kind. He thought that it was related to Yukili's future. After all, we were destined to meet each other, so he helped the staff out.
You should come up with an idea. I never expected that little carrot-head Fuyumi to be so vicious and attack him sneakily when he was unprepared.
Is this a psychosis? It’s not inexplicable, it’s an absolute psychosis!
At that time, he was so moved that he burst into tears. Of course, he was not polite and pushed Fuyumi's head onto the rice bowl, bringing her face into extremely close contact with the edge of the rice bowl - now she looked better than him
It's so bad, the perfect round mark on my face still hasn't gone away!
Little Luobotou may be used to being domineering at home, but he is not used to her bad habits - he doesn't owe Luobotou anything, so if he is a girl, does he have to let her go?
He cleared the kitchen table and glanced at Fuyumi, who was also looking at him. She felt guilty for a moment when she met his gaze, but immediately stared back with a dark face, not to be outdone at all.
The two sides stared at each other for a moment, and then looked away almost at the same time. Kitahara Shuji returned the pots and pans to their respective places and arranged them neatly - the shopkeeper and chef Fukuzawa Naotaka had already gone back to rest because there were no guests.
These jobs were all done by him, the cook - while he was doing them, he secretly thought to himself: "Although it is quite comfortable to work here, you can gain experience, and the boss treats me well, but this little carrot head is too bastard.
We really can’t get along with each other.”
He had an ugly expression on his face as he thought about it, which made Haruna, who was accompanying him to help and observe secretly, sigh inwardly - she had witnessed the whole process before dinner today, and to be fair, she felt that the elder sister was wrong!
People are kind enough to help, so why are you trying to poke their eyes out when you have nothing to do?
She wiped her hands with her apron, walked out of the kitchen towards Fuyumi, stretched out her hand to gently pull her, and suggested in a low voice: "Sister, go and apologize to him!"
Fuyumi glanced at Kitahara Hideji, held it in for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I'm not wrong, why should I apologize to him! I won't go!"
"Sister!"
"Don't go!"
Seeing Fuyumi fuming, Haruna calmed down and patiently advised: "Sister, you are angry at the second sister because he didn't go to school for free... It's not good in itself, and what happened today is even more extreme.
!Sister, you better go and apologize!"
She said it tactfully, because she knew that her sister had always been soft-spoken and not tough-to be honest, she didn't think Fuyumi was right at first, especially after knowing what kind of person Kitahara Shuji was.
She felt something was wrong, but there was nothing she could do about it. This was her biological sister whom she had respected greatly since she was a child. In a sense, she could be regarded as both a sister and a mother. Let alone fighting, even if she killed someone and set a fire, she would still have to deal with her.
She hid herself and even went to jail for harboring the crime.
Maybe she has some bad views, but she would rather be a person with bad views and help her sister - of course, she still has to persuade her, and she can't just watch her sister do stupid things.
Just like now, she felt that Kitahara Shuji didn't care about the eldest sister's unreasonable troubles in school, which was really very annoying. But as a result, they didn't care about it, and you inexplicably crossed her eyes. This... must be persuaded.
"Why didn't he apologize to me first? Look, he beat me!" Fuyumi is not completely unreasonable. She knows that her sister is right, but she never refuses to bow her head first - if Kitahara Shuji bows her head first, she can consider it.
Apologize and admit your mistake - she pouted and was very unhappy, pointed to a circle of red marks on her face, and said forcefully: "You didn't see how cruel he was, he almost pushed me into the rice and suffocated me to death!"
Haruna was speechless for a moment, and you were not too polite. You stretched out your legs to kick someone while her face was pressed into her rice bowl, although most of the kicks landed on the second sister.
She didn't dare to think too much about the scene at that time. It was so beautiful that her chest felt tight when she thought about it - the eldest sister and Beihara were fighting at the table. Not only did the table almost overturn, but the second sister was crushed until she screamed.
The papaya is flat, it is a living version of the daily life where the king of hell fights and the little devil suffers.
She was silent for a while, sighed softly, and prepared to find the root cause. She asked patiently: "Sister, why did you go to cross his eyes? He didn't do anything at that time?"
Fuyumi stopped talking, and the pen in her hand was scratching randomly on the account book. Haruna waited for a long time, and asked patiently again: "What is it for, eldest sister?"
Haruna was the only one in the family who could talk to Fuyumi easily. Fuyumi hesitated for a long time before saying unhappily: "I don't know. At that time, I suddenly realized that I was too close to him, so I was very angry, so I cut him off without thinking.
His eyes were blinded, and he didn’t react until he finished..."
"Of course you guys will come together when you are looking at the same thing!" Haruna was even more puzzled.
Fuyumi suddenly became irritable again, scratching all the ledgers with the pen in her hand, and said angrily: "I'm just angry, for no reason!"
Haruna thought for a moment and asked carefully: "Sister, is it because you have never been so close to a boy of the same age?"
Fuyumi was stunned, feeling guilty for a moment, and then immediately retorted forcefully: "How is that possible? You don't know how popular I am in school. A lot of boys surround me. They get in front of me every day and they can't even drive them away."
——I already hate him, but now that I’m close to him, I hate him even more, so I’m very angry! Yes, that’s the reason!”
After saying that, she believed it herself. She looked at Kitahara Hideji bitterly, touched the painful marks on her face, and said angrily: "This guy beat me again. I will remember this account for him. Sooner or later, there will be a day of settlement."
!”
Seeing her speaking so firmly, Haruna couldn't think of any reason, and fell into deep confusion - wasn't it because the eldest sister was too shy? What was that reason? Could it be that they were born with incompatible natures? It was just the kind of thing where as long as
People who are destined to fight when we are together?
…………
Kitahara Shuji tidied up the kitchen, took a step back and took a look, and found that the pots and basins were sparkling and neat, and his depressed mood was slightly relieved. He glanced at the lobby and found the two sisters Fuyumi Haruna gathering together.
They muttered together, their hearts tightened slightly, but they immediately laughed at themselves - they were ready to quit. Even if they wanted to plot against each other, there was no chance, so there was no need to be nervous.
Haruna is a reasonable child, but she can't help but respect Fuyumi's sister too much. As the saying goes, she can only play nonsense with her sister sometimes. It's a pity for this good child.
While thinking about it, Kitahara Shuji straightened his clothes and washed his hands, then turned into the corridor along the small door next to the kitchen, and met Yukiri head-on. Yukiri was wearing a snow-white Taoist uniform, dragging it upside down in his hand.
Mu Dao's hair was slightly wet with sweat and curled up on his forehead, and there were two blushes on his face. He had obviously just finished exercising - he didn't dare to look at it. Xue Li was wearing a Taoist uniform and almost no underwear. Although he was covered tightly, his chest was
It's like hiding two live rabbits, they tremble so violently when they move slightly, it makes people dizzy just looking at them.
Yuki wanted to go upstairs from here. The living rooms of the sisters were all on the second floor. When she saw Kitahara Shuji, she greeted him cheerfully: "Hey, what are you going to do?"
In line with the principle of seeing no evil, Kitahara Shuji tried his best to avert his gaze, and said with a smile: "I have something to do to meet with your father, your father...your father." After speaking, he paused and asked apologetically: "
Sorry, I gave you a few blows before, are you okay?"
Snow was so solid that she didn't take it seriously at all. She patted her chest and made the rabbit jump wildly. She laughed happily and said, "Look at me, I'm so fat and strong. Of course I'll be fine." However, after laughing, she became worried again and became slightly flat.
Liao Bianzui said distressedly: "But can you please stop fighting with my sister? You are my friend and she is my sister. When you fight, I don't know who to help."
Kitahara Shuji was stunned, are we already friends? We are acquaintances at most, right?
He was stunned for a moment and then said helplessly: "I don't want to argue with her, she is your sister..."
Xue Li, who was rare, nodded silently, as if he was deeply affected. After a moment, he patted his shoulder hard and sighed: "Although I don't know why you guys started fighting, I can guess that it's because of me."
Right? You two had a dispute about me joining the club. My sister was unreasonable and forced me to do some boring things, and you wanted to help me, so in the end we started fighting. It was probably my sister who made the first move.
Alas, I will remember this favor. Next time you have to fight with someone, except my sister, remember to call me if you have to fight with someone else next time. I will fight for you until death."
After saying that, she patted Hideji Kitahara on the shoulder twice more, sighed, shook her head and dragged the knife upstairs to take a shower, her face full of sorrow and dilemma.
Kitahara Shuji watched her go upstairs, feeling weak and didn't even say goodbye - why do you feel so good about yourself? Why! Why on earth! I'm not fighting for you!
Kitahara Shuji watched her leave speechlessly, rubbing his shoulders desperately - half of his body was paralyzed by the slaps from this monster, this weird girl! He also thought about whether to give her an idiom dictionary as a gift before leaving - it hurt to listen to her talk.
, and so scared.
Does she really understand what it means to stab someone at your own risk? Don’t understand it as stabbing someone like yourself, as that would be really tragic.
After staying there for a while, he walked to the door of Naotaka Fukuzawa's study and knocked politely. He only heard Naotaka Fukuzawa's gentle voice coming from inside the door, "Please come in, Kitahara-kun."
Kitahara Shuji was slightly surprised. He opened the door and went in. He saw Fukuzawa Naotaka reclining on the tatami and drinking. There was a plate of boiled beans in salt water on the table in front of him. It looked like a dish to go with the wine, which was quite shabby.
"Have guests come?" Naotaka Fukuzawa stood up with some difficulty and asked casually.
Kitahara Hideji shook his head and said: "No, it seems to be raining outside. There probably won't be any guests coming today."
After hearing what he said, Naotaka Fukuzawa changed his position to cross-legged posture, pointed to the other side of the table, and said with a warm smile: "That means you have something to do with me. Please sit down, Kitahara-kun."
"Thank you!" Hideji Kitahara sat across from the counter, and Naotaka Fukuzawa picked up the jug and poured wine for him, then smiled and said: "Have a drink, glass wine, it is rare nowadays. Alas, I have always wanted to be with you.
You chat but don’t have time. Now is the time. If we don’t chat, we probably won’t have the chance.”
Kitahara Hideji hesitated for a moment and was about to refuse. Naotaka Fukuzawa seemed to know what he was thinking and said in advance: "This is turbid wine. In the legal sense, whether it is considered wine or not has to be discussed. It has no alcohol content. Just drink one cup."
Just treat it as a drink and save me the trouble of moving my old arms and legs to help you make tea."
After all, he was almost his ex-boss. Kitahara Shuji did not refuse anymore. He gently held the flat black pottery wine bowl and watched the light green wine slowly fill up. He said politely: "Then have a drink. Thank you, Mr. Fukuzawa.
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"I should thank you for not having to worry about my daughter."
Kitahara Shuji was a little embarrassed. Even though it was the little carrot head who made the first move, he was not polite after all. He just beat the little carrot head like a circus clown - even if it was reasonable, but the other party's father was so polite, it was always
I feel that I have also lost a third of my manly bearing.
But he didn't want to apologize. It was the little carrot head who asked for it. He just changed the topic to a lighter topic and asked curiously: "By the way, how did Mr. Fukuzawa know it was me just now?"
It's unlikely that you can hear footsteps through the door...
Fukuzawa Naotaka raised his head and glanced at him. Under the light, his sallow face still looked extremely unhealthy, but a thin sword light flashed in his eyes.
Kitahara Xiuji only heard him say softly: "Because I am a swordsman, Kitahara-kun."