My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 193 Soga and Fujiwara.

Soga Shokudo is located in Mikutoba, Kyoto, near the Kamogawa River.

Opening Hours: Monday to Friday 7pm to 2am.

There are currently 10 dining card slots, providing catering services, and serving groups: interesting people and demons.

Soga Rie has been running this small canteen for more than 300 years.

If she can, she'll stay in business.The premise is that no mistakes should be made when changing the identity card every hundred years.

On July [-]th, after cleaning up the canteen and getting ready to open the store, Su Woliyi began to sit on the bar counter in a daze.

It was raining heavily outside the door, and the broken warm light from the lantern was reflected on the bluestone slabs. Several platycodon flowers planted in front of the door were knocked upside down by the rain.

The rain touched the flowers at night, the scene was sad, Soga Rika turned on the player and played a random song.

[When Sorrow Sleeps. ]
[The moonlight is as usual, shining on a single secret. ]
[It's really poor, I didn't know it. ]
[Like ears of wheat that wither. ]
[Who knows the name of the covered flower. ]
Amidst the melodious music, at seven o'clock in the evening, the door curtain was lifted, and an old acquaintance came in.

"Good evening, Miss Su, the rain is really heavy today."

Kuroki put the umbrella on the entrance and walked into the store.He is a teacher of ancient Chinese, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looks fair and clean, with a bookish air.

"Yes, it's raining heavily." Su Woliyi handed him a clean handkerchief from the bar, "What are you going to eat tonight?"

"Old rules."

"A pot of plum wine, a grilled saury, Mr. Kuroki, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Su Wo Liyi came out from the bar and walked into the back kitchen.

There is no fixed menu in the cafeteria. Every day, an electronic board is used to list all the ingredients for today, and the customers are free to choose the cooking method and the combination of ingredients.

Do what you can as much as possible. This is the business policy of Suwa Canteen.

You ask if there are any guests?
In fact, there are still many.

Mr. Kuroki's body is a cat, so he is particularly fond of grilled saury, and Soga Rika understands this very well.

After all, cats like to eat fish, and it's a matter of course.

Take three saury fish out of the refrigerator. After cooking, sprinkle salt on both sides of the fish, add some cooking wine and lemon juice to remove fishy smell and enhance freshness.

Finally, spread the tin foil on the oven and pour in a little sesame oil to prevent the fish from sticking to the bottom.

The whole process of grilling the fish is about 15 minutes, turning over one side halfway, adding seasoning at the same time, after both sides are cooked, it can be served on the table.

If it is baked for myself, Suga Rika likes to sprinkle some chopped green onion at the end, but Mr. Kuroki doesn't like it, so she doesn't add it.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Kuroki."

"Thank you."

Mr. Kuroki took the wine and grilled fish from her with both hands, and nodded his thanks.

When eating, Mr. Kuroki's movements are very regular, three mouthfuls of fish, one mouthful of wine, impartial, and every little while, he will wipe the oil stains around his mouth with a handkerchief.

"What a gentle monster."

Suga Liyi sighed in her heart.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the door curtain was lifted again, and Mr. Maeda, the rat demon with a mustache, came in.

"Good evening." Su Woliyi greeted with a smile, "Still the same?"

"Yes." Mr. Maeda nodded, then walked to Mr. Kuroki and sat down.

By old-fashioned, he meant an omurice and a 500ml can of Asahi beer.

Why can a mouse and a cat eat at the same table?

Suga Rika was frying rice while thinking about these things.After the rice is fried, pour it into an egg skin and wrap it well, pour a little salad dressing and tomato sauce on it, and then you can take it out of the pan.

She walked out of the kitchen with a freshly baked omelet, and heard Mr. Maeda's shrill voice from a distance.

"I said Kuroki, do you still remember your identity? You are a monster, a monster, not just a teacher. The most important thing is to like you understand? As long as you like it, if you stun her, isn't that all right?"

"Besides, didn't you say that Miss Mai also likes you? Since you two like each other, why don't you be together?"

"But." Mr. Kuroki hesitated, "Miss Mai is already married."

"Coincidentally." Rat demon Maeda raised his eyebrows, "I hate other people's husbands the most, so I'll help you with this. I'll take care of her husband, and you take care of her!"

Suga Riyi smiled helplessly, walked to the table with the dishes, shook her head and said, "Mr. Maeda, this is not possible."

"Since you choose to live in the human world, please abide by the laws of the human world, otherwise you will be pursued by the Nine Sections."

"Talk. I'm just talking." Mr. Maeda scratched his head and laughed, "Isn't this a wooden man who is watching Heimu drinking in this person, and he feels panicked. You say this cat, who do you like? Well, I just like married women."

"Mr. Maeda, please stop talking." Mr. Kuroki stopped him displeasedly, bowed his head, and remained silent.

Su Wo Liyi put down the dishes, went back to the counter, propped her chin and looked at the cat and the mouse.

They are still discussing quietly. Most of the time, it is Mr. Mouse who puts forward opinions, and Mr. Cat vetoes them one by one. As they talk, Mr. Mouse will point at Mr. Cat’s nose and curse a few words, while Mr. Cat just apologizes. He smiled and didn't listen at all.

Su Woliyi thought in her heart, this is called: married people are not at ease, unmarried people are not reconciled, and bystanders are too enthusiastic.

Ugh.

It's hard to be a demon.

Time slipped away slowly, the night gradually deepened, and there were more and more guests in the cafeteria.

"Miss Suga, please ask for a piece of yam porridge and a piece of raw fish sushi."

"Ok!"

"Please have a Kung Pao Chicken and a bowl of rice. Hurry up, I'm so hungry."

"immediately!"

"Miss Su, are you free? Let's go shopping together after closing."

"Mr. Yamaguchi, I don't have an appointment."

The small cafeteria is very lively, and every diner has a gentle smile on his face.

Everyone drank sake, ate their favorite food, unloaded the tiredness of the day, talked about interesting things they encountered, or savored their sorrows alone.Amidst the aroma of food, the unique silence of the night and the warmth of the room, stories full of human touch are told from the mouths of these interesting people and monsters.

There are sorrows and joys, laughter and tears, coincident with the ups and downs of food.All the flavors of the world are in this small cafeteria.

Su Wo Liyi is in a good mood today, the premise is that someone will not disturb her, but she also understands that such a thick-skinned person will not let it go.

"Good evening, Miss Suga."

The door curtain was lifted, and a handsome young man arrived as promised, wearing a clean shirt.

"It's you again." Su Woliyi frowned, her expression turned cold instantly.

She didn't want to see this boy who was so playful, but he would show up here by himself at eight o'clock every night these days, order some food, and then sit alone until closing time.

"Miss Suga." Fujiwara Xingkong put away the umbrella and put it on the entrance, then turned his head and pointed to the guests who were dining, "Can you be gentle with me, just like you are with them."

"I'm sorry." Suga Liyi shook her head, her blood-red pupils showing rejection, "You are actually not welcome here."

"It's okay, I have a thick skin." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled faintly, and sat down on the edge of the bar.

The mouse demon Maeda next to him turned his head, and his eyes fell on him, "Hey, Fujiwara, you are here again."

"Good evening, Mr. Maeda." Fujiwara Xingkong greeted with a smile, and then greeted the cat demon next to him: "Good evening, Mr. Kuroki, are you eating fish again today?"

"That's right, I'm used to Miss Su's grilled fish, and I can't eat anything else." Mr. Kuroki got off the stool, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "I'm going first, you take it easy."

Fujiwara Hoshizo waved with Mr. Maeda: "Goodbye, Mr. Kuroki."

Mr. Kuroki came out, and when he passed by Xingkong Fujiwara, he bowed his head and said quietly: "Miss Su is actually kind, after you get along with her for a long time, you will find out. Come on, don't be discouraged , we all look forward to your taking her down."

"Thank you." Fujiwara Xingkong nodded, turned around and looked at Soga Rika who was busy at the bar.

These days, in order to find the trace of Masato Ono, he would come to this cafeteria every night to guard.Although there is no news of Masato Ono for the time being, I have met some very interesting monsters.And I also unexpectedly discovered that this Miss Su Wo is not as cold and aloof as she appears on the surface.

Of course, just be cold to yourself.

It has to be said that Niijima Shinjima's combat strategy that night was very successful.

The image of Fujiwara Xingkong as a scumbag has been deeply embedded in Suga Rika's heart, so these days, she hasn't even given him a good look.

Fortunately, he is thick-skinned enough, and he is not at all ashamed to do things like putting a hot face on a cold butt.

"Miss Su, please give me a chicken teriyaki, a fried cod roe, and an eel rice bowl."

Soga Rika glanced at him, and then ordered the clerk in kimono to go to the back kitchen to make teriyaki and rice bowls, and fry cod roe on the counter.

Fujiwara Xingkong was lying on the bar counter, with his arms resting on his face, and he never took his eyes off her.

Her clothes today still look very noble and decent.

She was wearing a blue silk dress on her upper body, which was as soft as a thin onion skin. The flesh-colored pantyhose wrapped her well-proportioned legs, depicting a beautiful and moving curve.

Still so beautiful that it takes one's breath away, just like the first time they met, Fujiwara Hoshizo was inexplicably attracted to her.It was like being hit by a thunderbolt on the road on a sunny day. When I came back to my senses, I was already burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. If I bite down, it might taste good. .

In short, this feeling is that there is no reason, no explanation, no "but" and no "if".

Of course, it has nothing to do with love, it's purely about sex.

The rat demon Mr. Maeda suddenly poked his head over, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Fujiwara stared at him suspiciously.

"I said Miss Su's legs are beautiful, aren't they?"

"That's certainly beautiful."

Mr. Maeda's mustache moved, "I really want to lick it."

Fujiwara Xingkong said honestly: "I am the same."

Soga Rika moved her gaze away from the frying pan, and stared at the bar.That icy gaze is even worse than that of Xuenv.

Mr. Maeda immediately covered his mouth, and pointed at Xingkong Fujiwara at the same time, his eyes conveyed the meaning of "it's him, it's him, it's him".

Fujiwara Xingkong scolded dissatisfiedly: "You mouse, you are so cunning."

"Haha~~" Mr. Maeda jumped off the high stool, "I'm going first, take your time."

"Goodbye." Fujiwara Xingkong replied, looking around, there were no other customers in the store except him.So his gaze returned to Suga Liyi unscrupulously.

Under the warm yellow light of the bar counter, the noble and beautiful figure flipped the spatula in her hand, and the steam was steaming up. Together with her long silver-white hair, it was dyed a dim yellow light, as if it could be touched by reaching out. The warmth that came across.

But in fact, it is very far away.

"Come, please use." She held the fried sturgeon roe in both hands and handed it over, as if she was very satisfied with her work. At this time, there was an imperceptible but pleasant smile on the corner of her mouth.

Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly remembered a noodle restaurant that he often eats in Shinjuku.It was an ordinary noodle shop that can be seen everywhere in Tokyo.

The noodle restaurant is equipped with stainless steel cooking tables, steam ovens, range hoods and exhaust pipes, all of which are exposed.The young chef, who is so meticulous in his work that he feels numb, has an expression like stainless steel that reveals the tough and cold texture of metal.

Eating in that kind of place is like being in a closed submarine, with huge water pressure, sailing in the dark deep sea.Every inch of stainless steel on the huge cooking table and the small and oppressive space in the restaurant seem to convey anxiety and pressure, which are people's greatest fears in life.

If one day, the submarine is silently crushed by the water pressure of the deep sea and disappears in the brightly lit metropolis, no one will know about it, and no one will pay attention to it.

"What's wrong?" Su Woliyi glanced at him suspiciously, and then looked at the fried sturgeon roe in his hand, as if thinking about whether there was something wrong with the dish, so that the customer didn't respond.

"Oh, it's nothing." Fujiwara Xingkong came back to his senses, and while reaching out to take the dishes, he said, "I seem to have heard the sound of the waves in Tokyo Bay just now."

"You like Tokyo very much?"

"No, I actually kind of hate Tokyo."

Soga Riyi glanced at him indifferently, left the cooking table, and sat on the high chair on the other side of the bar. There were eight seats between the two.

Fujiwara Hoshizora took a bite of the fried fish and put it into his mouth. It tasted a bit like chicken, and the texture when bitten into it was crunchy and crunchy.Soon, the waiter brought out chicken teriyaki and eel rice bowl.

Suga Rika poured herself a glass of sake, and relaxed in a very natural manner, listening to the melodious music, allowing herself to be completely integrated with the surrounding air.

From time to time, Fujiwara Xingkong would peek at her openly, but whenever he looked over, she would put her right hand propped on the bar on the lap of her skirt, as if deliberately blocking his gaze from staring at her legs.

He stared blankly at the fingers moving slowly. There seemed to be something strange between the fingertips and the fingertips of the skirt. It looked like transparent silk threads were pulled out from the fingertips, weaving into a net to capture people's hearts.

Impatiently being stared at, Soga Rika slowly turned around on the high chair and looked at him from the front.

"Even if it's nice to look at, it's disrespectful to stare like that," she said.

As a lecherous gentleman, Fujiwara Xingkong said calmly: "Since it is beautiful, you can take a look at it while you can still see it, and miss it when you can't see it? That's something a fool would do."

Su Woli was taken aback, probably because she couldn't escape the rogue logic, her brows frowned in a good-looking way.

After a pause, she said amusedly, "I've never seen such a shameless person like you."

Fujiwara Hoshizo stared at her face for a long time as if facing an extremely precious treasure that only appeared in rumors.There is an innate nobility in her body, the kind of temperament that only aristocrats who have undergone countless historical precipitations can have.

So far, Fujiwara Hoshikong has only felt this kind of noble temperament in Tsuchimikado Shino, that is when he asked her to meet at the Ikebukuro coffee shop.Tsuchimikado Shino that day was wearing a dark purple evening dress, she was as beautiful as an angel who had fallen into the mortal world.

There is also a reason for this. The Tumimon family is a direct descendant of Abe Seimei, an ancient inheritance that has stood at the pinnacle of Shinto since the Heian period, and has a history of more than 1200 years.

A family that has never declined in the past 1200 years and has always stood at the top. Their heavy accumulation and accumulation brought the innate nobility to Tsuchimikado Shino.

Besides, even Xia Xilin had never had such a temperament before.

This feeling also made Fujiwara Xingkong have to think about the origin of Soga Rie.

Suga, an ancient and glorious noble surname, from the Kofun era to the Asuka era, this family basically controlled the political situation and the abolition of the emperor at that time.For 200 years, they ruled out dissidents and supported "puppets".

The so-called "Feng Shui turns around", there will never be a long-lasting glory in the world, because every day there will be new ambitious challengers.

With the advent of the Nara period, the Soga family embarked on the road of destruction and gradually disappeared in history.

The direct cause of the demise of this glorious family was the rise of the Fujiwara clan.

Of course, the only lesson humans have learned from history is that humans can't learn any lessons from history.In the next hundred years, the Fujiwara family "reported" politics, specialized in the court, and naturally embarked on the same path as the Soga family.

The wheels of history rolled over, and the power of the Fujiwara family was declining day by day. After a series of divisions and reunions, the Fujiwara family finally evolved into the five groups of Ichijo, Konoe, Eagle Division, Kujo, and Nijo in the Kamakura period. The so-called photographer.

The remaining branches with less influence gradually declined in the long river of history.

So far, the Fujiwara family has died in name only.

The Five Photographers remained active in the political arena for nearly a thousand years.It was not until the Meiji Restoration that it gradually withdrew from the stage of history.And the Fujiwara family no longer has any influence.

In modern times, although there are still many people with the surname Fujiwara, there is basically no connection with the Fujiwara family in history.

Fujiwara Hoshizora naturally has nothing to do with the historical Fujiwara clan, but it seems that there is some destiny somewhere. When faced with the surname Soga, when I think about the cause and effect, my mood is a little subtle.

In today's island country, the surname Sue has basically disappeared.

Does Suga Rika have anything to do with that ancient family?

Fujiwara Xingkong decided to ask in person.

(End of this chapter)