"What kind of book" Xueli's spiritual head is not here at all, and only when Kitahara Shuji raised the essence of acupuncture and moxibustion did he react, and said with a smile: "These, it's my father's."
"Mr.
Fukuzawa will know Chinese medicine" This is a little surprising, Chinese medicine is a little weak in the country, but the flowers bloom inside the wall and the fragrance outside the wall, it is quite popular in nearby countries, RB is better, South Korea is more powerful, but according to the nature of the universe Smecta naturally changed its name to "Korean medicine", and the Chinese medicine has also been changed to "Korean medicine", maybe one day it will be used to apply for the World Heritage again.
"Yes, he spent some time in China, and that's where he met my mother."
"It turns out that your parents have been to China to do something" Kitahara Shuji was even more curious.
"My mother is studying in China, and my father seems to be traveling, and he doesn't know what to travel, anyway, he followed my mother back with a dead face, and then got married."
Kitahara Shuji didn't expect to ask about the love history of his parents, he was slightly embarrassed, staggered the topic, patted the book and smiled: "It's really rare to take Chinese medicine as a hobby." ” It's really rare, and there is a sense of joy that fishermen like to arrange flowers.
Xueli had already sat down drooling and waited for the start of eating, and said casually: "It's not a hobby, my dad opened a medical center." ” Kitahara Shuji was stunned, did he open a medical hall and change from a doctor to a chef, this span is a bit big, and I couldn't help asking: "Then why do you open an izakaya now?"
"I can't go on if I don't learn the arts, I seem to have lost some money before I opened a kendo gym, no one learns, I can't recruit students, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the birds are exhausted before the bow is hidden, and the medical hall has not been working for long before it is yellow, and it has been changed to an izakaya again, and it has only been done for more than a year, and the future is uncertain."
Strictly speaking, Yukiri Fukuzawa is definitely a frank and good girl, and she doesn't treat Kitahara Shuji as an outsider, so she really has something to say.
"This" Kitahara Shuji really didn't expect Fukuzawa Daddy to have this kind of experience, and Yukiri didn't care at all, still heartless, a bag of joy: "Don't be surprised, my mother said before, my dad is a first-class drunkard, a second-rate swordsman, a third-rate doctor, a fourth-rate cook, a fifth-rate husband, hahaha" She was happy for a while, and then mysteriously leaned on Kitahara Shuji's shoulder and said: "Don't look at my dad now who is serious, he is a fool after drinking, and I don't know how my mother married him." ” The warm breath in her mouth blew into Kitahara Shuji's ears, and there was a faint sweetness of nectar, and the touch on her shoulders was even softer and elastic, which made Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but tilt his head and look at her, you weren't your father drunk and gave birth to it, tell me that these are really appropriate, let's have a difference between men and women, is it really good for you to lie on me Xueli didn't care what others thought of her, it didn't matter, she went back after speaking, the duck sat and occupied a large area, and swayed back and forth, with waves in her chest, and as soon as the door opened, Dongmei came in, glanced at her, put down the pot in her hand and gave her a slap on the back of the head, and said angrily: "Sit down, sit for me" This slap was really loud, and Kitahara Shuji listened to it next to him, and Xueli immediately became honest, stuffed his two feet under his buttocks, and touched the back of his head pitifully.
Haruna also came in, very skillfully holding two large trays with some vegetable plates on them.
After Fuyumi suppressed Yukiri, she didn't look at Kitahara Shuji, and directly began to serve soup and rice, and Kitahara Shuji hesitated and looked at the door, but she didn't see Fukuzawa's figure, and couldn't help but ask Yukiri: "Doesn't Mr.
Fukuzawa eat together?"
Yuki didn't answer, and was concentrating on drooling, but I didn't expect Dongmei to answer.
She tilted her head and didn't look at Kitahara Shuji, as if she was talking to an invisible person, "He's going to look at the store outside, just in case a customer suddenly comes."
Don't worry about him, usually he eats after the store, you can also eat with peace of mind, I don't want the matter between us to involve my younger brothers and sisters, work is work, our grievances are our grievances, we can't mix together, so we will solve our own affairs privately and solve them fairly and justly, but I will never forget your insult to me in my life, sooner or later one day I will settle old accounts with you" Xueli also nodded again and again next to her: "That's right, my sister told us outside just now, this is a matter between her and you, it is the love-hate relationship between you, it has nothing to do with us, don't let us interfere, how you want to get along with you" She didn't finish her words and slapped her head again, Dongmei shouted in shame: "Don't use idioms indiscriminately" Xueli was beaten and his head shook, and he muttered in a low voice: "People want to speak elegantly, just mean it, what do you care about so much all day long?"
Kitahara Shuji was a little surprised, not because of the snow, the two hundred and five ignored her, but took a closer look at Fuyumi, and found that although her expression was ugly, her little face was dark, but it didn't seem like a lie, and she was suddenly a little surprised This little radish head began to reason Today, the sun rises in the west and sets in the north But he didn't care, and smiled: "Waiting for you at any time" Fuyumi snorted softly, and the soup turned out to be Kitahara Shuji's, but Kitahara Shuji looked at other people's and found that the tofu was two pieces less than others, and I didn't know if she did it on purpose.
Dinner is very simple, rice, miso tofu soup, natto, fried fish cakes, pickles, salted fish, stir-fried vegetables, this is a normal family-style dinner in RB, and they are all common dishes, which can be regarded as simple.
But Kitahara Shuji doesn't have any opinions, he's here to work, and he's not here as a guest, it's just a working meal, and the whole family eats this, is it just because he has big fish and meat He shouted "I'm moving" with the crowd and gently picked up the bowl and drank a sip of the hot miso tofu soup, and was suddenly slightly surprised, not that it was unpalatable, but the problem was that it was definitely not delicious, it could only be said to be ordinary.
He saw that the rice and boiled eggs in this wine house were very attentive and meticulous, and he thought that the dishes would be very good, but he didn't expect that it could really only be regarded as average.
It's possible that your taste is different from that of RB people He plucked the rice, saw that the rice grains were crystal clear, and it was really better than before he cooked it, and then he was ready to clip a chopstick "Chinese Cuisine" rb tube stir-fry vegetables are called Chinese cuisine, in fact, it is fried fresh vegetables but he was stunned to find that there were obviously two plates just now, and now there are only two empty plates with some light green soup.
Oh no, and a short little stalk He was stunned, looked up, but saw Fuyumi open his bow left and right, fill himself with a spoonful of rice, and a spoonful of vegetables for Akitaro, and then drink a mouthful of soup for himself, and fill a spoonful of rice board for Akitaro, and eat while feeding the child, and his little cheeks bulging like a little hamster; The spring vegetables are eaten slowly and orderly, but the bowl is covered with a thick layer of vegetables, and it is still very calm; Xia Zhi and Xia Sha constantly pinched each other's vegetables, and there was no dominant hand, the chopsticks kept swapping left and right hands, and the four arms rose and fell, covering the entire dining table, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, which was dazzling, and the snow around them was making a sound like feeding pigs, and the head was buried in a basin Kitahara Shuji was even more stunned, why do you have a basin He stretched out his head and took a look, and found that it was full of bibimbap, and there were some dishes that were not available today.
Xueli raised his head and wiped his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Why don't you eat it because it tastes bad like a fish in your throat, I've told you, my dad is a fourth-rate cook, let's make do with it" "Ah, no, it tastes good" Kitahara Shuji praised against his will, and asked curiously, "Why do you eat differently than everyone else" There was still half a fish tail at the corner of Xueli's mouth, and as she spoke, she curled up one after another, "This, this is the meal left for me yesterday, you can't waste that, do you want to taste it, I can share a little with you."
She said that in the end, she was a little reluctant and hesitant.
Kitahara Shuji hurriedly refused: "No, thank you, please use it slowly."
"You've eaten the same as a pig, I really can't put my mouth down, and I have good intentions.
And you seem to be polite like this, so you don't plan to give it to me Xue Li breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "Then you can eat it quickly, if you slow down, there will be nothing" After speaking, she was very bold and took the basin up again.
Kitahara Shuji hurriedly looked at the table again, and found that even the pickled fish was almost gone, only two small fish heads lying on the plate and rolling their eyes, looking dead.
Okay, eat fish head to replenish your brain.
As soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, there was a sudden gust of bad wind around him, and he saw two fish heads in the snow and threw them into his mouth, chewing so loudly that they "clicked", followed by a burst of fierce rice.
Fuyumi served rice at the other end of the table, and reprimanded Akitaro: "I'm almost four years old, I'm already a man, how can I eat a bowl of rice, and I'm not allowed to eat another bowl Well, what kind of expression is this, don't cry, if you dare to cry, I'll beat you."
There was a commotion at the whole table, Yuki was feeding the pigs, Dongmi was training the children, Haruna was whispering persuasion, Xia Ori and Xia Sha started fighting again after grabbing the vegetables, eating each other's bowls Kitahara Shuji is really speechless, your whole family is a fake RB person, it's not like this in Japanese dramas, everyone eats slowly, chews slowly, and is polite to each other He really couldn't complain, so he came back with a pickle, and began to pick up rice in his mouth, and basically everything on the table except for pickles and natto was killed, but fortunately, there was enough miso soup to barely make up for a meal.
He ate a bowl of rice and drank a bowl of soup, and Dongmei glanced at him from a distance, pursed his lips and ordered, "Haruna, add rice and soup to him." ” This little white face eats so much "Thank you" Kitahara Shuji handed over the empty bowl, and the snow beside him also wiped his mouth and stretched out the basin, and said vaguely: "Haruna, add some to me, forget it, add it full" Saying that, she glanced at Fuyumi, her voice changed a little quieter, and said: "Let's add half a bowl first" Kitahara Shuji glanced at her in surprise, it turns out that you are not using a basin, but your special rice bowl: