Before the atmosphere became ambiguous, Kashiwahara quickly sat up straight and sat upright.

After some heart-to-heart conversations, Hanyu Kirino discovered that Kashiwahara did not have any psychological shadow. He was far from being depressed and gloomy as he imagined, and instead had a different kind of cheerfulness.

Therefore, she felt relieved and lightly said "cook rice" and asked Kashiwahara to stay in the living room.

I guess this is where we eat, right?

Next to the neatly stacked beds are bright yellow curtains.

The style of Hanyu-san's dormitory is like this. There is light coming through behind the curtains. When you open the curtains, there is a balcony behind the glass door. There are clothes hanging on the hangers for drying. The view is clear and the lighting is good.

It can be seen that this is a dormitory for single women. For some reason, Kashiwahara felt a little happy when he thought of this.

The sound of food being stir-fried came through the kitchen door. Kashiwahara looked over and saw Hanyu-san's gentle back wearing an apron, which gave him an illusion.

A good family woman.

After a while, the food was served, and Kashiwahara also helped place the dishes and chopsticks on the small dining table and clean them up.

The two dishes and one soup were not rich, but Hanyu was overcooked and the portion was full.

Scrambled eggs with green onions, Japanese spicy cabbage, and a bowl of miso soup.

"I'm going to start!"

The two of them clasped their hands together and then picked up the bowls and chopsticks.

This table manner is related to the religion that the Japanese believe in. Whether it is food donated by others, or food cooked by oneself, or for the food itself, saying this sentence is a state of gratitude, thanking others for such a good gift.

Food can fill the stomach. If it is a meal of killing animals or meat, be grateful to them for sacrificing themselves so that they can taste such delicious food.

"My sister's craftsmanship is pretty good, isn't it?" Hanyu Kirino picked up the cabbage and put it in her red lips, boasting with a smile.

Kashiwahara chewed carefully, one mouthful of cabbage and ten mouthfuls of rice, and then he was about to offset it with miso soup, drank half a mouthful, and then calmly put it down.

"How is it?" Hanyu Kirino asked again.

"When you are born, you have to overcome many difficulties and survive."

Kashiwahara commented seriously, and it was difficult for Hanyu-san to torture herself every day, so she finally started chatting and complained in one sentence:

"Salty, too salty! Salt is not expensive, but it's not cheap either! Two dishes and one soup, the salt content is seriously excessive. It's like eggs are added to the salt, and cabbage is added to the pepper. The most delicious thing is the white rice, Hanyu

Sister, if this continues..." Kashiwahara didn't hold the bowl while eating and then put the bowl down to scold his mother, but his exaggerated cooking skills made him suspect that there was something wrong with Sister Hanyu, so he answered honestly.

"Oh? What will happen if this continues?" Kirino Hanyu put down the bowls and chopsticks with a smile and asked gently.

"If this continues..."

Kashiwahara sensed the danger and quickly silenced his voice, praising, "But if you think about it carefully, the fragrant and delicious air spreads round and round, lingering on the tip of your nose, making you salivate. Smell the fragrance, feel relaxed and happy, taste the taste, endless aftertaste, how can it be called "fragrance"

That’s amazing! This dish can only be found in heaven, and it’s rare to taste it on earth!”

Hanyu Kirino rolled her eyes at Kashiwahara with her charming eyes.

Escaped again.

Ding~

A pleasant alert sounded, and Kashiwara took out his cell phone. It was a message from Izumi Ryoka.

After finishing the meal, Kashiwahara and Sister Hanyu thanked each other and were about to leave. Kirino Hanyu stopped him and said seriously:

"Private work is no longer allowed, but my sister will lend you 20,000 to tide you over..."

"No, Sister Hanyu, thank you!"

I once again declined Kirino Hanyu's kindness. To be honest, I couldn't be more grateful that someone could care about me, so why would I have the nerve to accept Sister Hanyu's support?

After walking out of the apartment, Kashiwahara looked back and felt a little warm in his heart.

Normally, I think this resolute female teacher is very serious and treats everyone with integrity. Although she is a pretty and dignified lady, the classmates in the class are in awe of her and dare not act presumptuously in front of her.

But in actual contact, she is an extremely gentle big sister.

Kashiwahara smiled, looked at the hazy night, walked along the street lights, went to the station, and prepared to take the tram.

However, thinking of the bottle of sage and sea salt, Kashiwahara thought to himself that it seemed like it was the first time he received a gift from a girl.

Although the motives are not necessarily pure.

Thinking of this, Kashiwara smiled slightly and chose to get off at Ikebukuro Station in Toshima Ward.

At night, Ikebukuro was even more lively, and Kashiwahara walked alone on the street, staring at the white lines.

Surrounded by dazzling fluorescent billboards, neon signs and gorgeous colorful kiosks, there is an atmosphere of hustle and bustle.

Kashiwahara stopped outside a video store, touched his slightly thick wallet and walked in.

"Boss, I want to know about the vinyl record player."

"So expensive?" This is the cry from the wallet.

"..."

"What about that model? It's out of stock? Isn't this the goods? Ah, so, you still have to wait for a few days to get the goods, right?"

"Okay, help me send it to that place." Kashiwahara said in pain.

However, it is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman, even if it is just a gift from Little Green Tea.

Returning to Adachi Ward, I skillfully sneaked into the back door of the ramen shop and was about to break into the dojo.

However, a few careless words made him freeze in his steps. This was the familiar voice of the Huatian group!

"Boss, come on, how do you make ramen? Momojiji, are you responsible for starving to death!"

The man in a floral shirt cursed and opened the curtain, revealing a darkened kitchen, and cursed several times with dissatisfaction.

"I'm coming!"

The boss with a simple and honest face was an uncle, and he responded with a smile.

The man in the flowered shirt suddenly noticed a figure moving at a slow pace from behind, and immediately squinted in an extremely impolite tone:

"who are you?"

Kashiwahara's heart skipped a beat.

The light was dim and his vision was limited. When he was frowning and preparing to get closer to see clearly, the uncle pushed Kashiwahara angrily and walked in:

"You kid, you are fooling around until you come back so late again!"

Pushing Kashiwahara to the back yard and disappearing from the sight of the man in the flowered shirt, the uncle smiled awkwardly:

"A nephew from a distant place..."

"Whoever he is, serve me quickly, you bastard!"

The man in the flowered shirt scolded him dissatisfiedly, and sat swaggeringly at the dining table, telling dirty jokes to several other members of the Hanada-gumi, laughing obscenely during the conversation, and talking about where the best kabuki plays were.

In the ramen backyard, Kashiwahara secretly thanked him and quickly climbed over the courtyard wall, frowning.

He was almost discovered by the Hanada Team. If he was caught, he would probably be severely beaten and intimidated. The Hanada Team would try to squeeze out as much money as they could from him.

Never try to reason with the Yakuza.

The most important thing is that his parents owe hundreds of millions of yen in debt. Kashiwahara inherited the dojo. In addition to the loan sharks of the Hanada Gumi, there are also bank debts.

In this case, even if Kashiwara moves away, the Hanada-gumi will still find him.

It seems that we should find a way to solve this matter, otherwise if it is delayed for a long time, God knows what those loan sharks will do - Kashiwahara's eyes flickered.

Holding a wooden sword, Kashiwahara thought. The original owner was born in a family of swordsmen, but he didn't care about kendo. Even if his stern father urged him, he just fished lazily and wasted his practice. In his memory, the original owner's father sighed many times and hated iron.

Not steel.
Chapter completed!