Chapter 671： Tempura (1/2)

This is a well-known western restaurant with a good environment. It is already the tallest restaurant in Takamori's life circle.

Fei Ziyun cut a small piece on the plate with a knife and fork, slowly chewed it into the inlet, and his eyes fell on the opposite side.

Mariko Takamori drew a light makeup, put on a silk shoulder, the bitch's face was a little reddish, and a few drops of tears were dripping from the eyes of the water and spirit under the curved eyebrows. Of course, this is not sad, but the **** Too many good foods, I can't stop eating them.

She usually seemed to be short of oil and water. She was just gobbling just now, and her round belly made Fei Ziyun look at her a little more.

”I'm done, it's so delicious.” Xunzi felt her stomach and felt up.

Takamori Mako got up and asked, ”Yamada, have you run out?”

Fei Ziyun wiped his mouth and said, ”It's finished.”

After hearing this, Manaka Takamori paid for it. Wearing a uniform and a tall waiter, he folded his hands in front of the lower abdomen, bowed slightly, and smiled professionally: ”Thank you for your patronage, a total of 35300 yen.”

When looking at the bill, Mariko Gao Sen was shocked and distressed. After all, Gao Sen mother and daughter usually saved frugality and never spent so much money on a meal.

But Gao Mori immediately realized that she was no longer a poor woman, but the owner of 500 million yuan. Although this share was still to be implemented in a few days, she was rich and she looked at Xunzi's happy expression. The shadow of Shidudu Chengren, but also feel guilty.

Mariko Takamori asked herself, if not for Yamada Shinichi, how much time did he have for his daughter to have a good meal?

Thinking of this, Mariko Takamori swiped the card, put her name on the small ticket signature, and turned around to saluting respectfully: ”Yamada, please take a rest in my house, please.”

If it wasn't for the money that hadn't arrived, and it was Mariko Takamori's last savings, she would have to invite Yamada Shinto to a more comfortable hotel.

”Then you take care of it, Gao Sensang.” Fei Ziyun said with a small face, serious.

This restaurant is not far from the apartment. It is ten minutes away. When I stepped into the apartment, Fei Ziyun felt slightly strange. He listened to two cars at the entrance of the apartment. Generally speaking, the parking space is not here. Long-term stop affects traffic.

However, this doubt disappeared as soon as he heard the ”snap”, and the orange lights in the house lit up, and Fei Ziyun sat down. Mako Takamori thanked Fei Ziyun again.

Under the light, you can see that although Mariko Takamori is only 28 years old, she can be under pressure for a long time, and she looks embarrassed, making her look more than 30 years old, but if you look closely, you can also see that she is very attractive, otherwise Yakuza will not deliberately want Gao Mori to be a soup girl.

”Yamada, thank you very much! If it wasn't for your letter of deed, our mother and daughter really don't know what to do!” Takamori bent down and bowed to Fei Ziyun deeply.

At the same time, the sister-in-law standing next to Mariko Takamori said, ”Thank you Nissan!”

The petite body bent down and bowed to Fei Ziyun at the same time as Takamori.

Fei Ziyun had to pay back again in accordance with Japanese rules: ”This is just what I should do. If you are more polite, I have no room for self-confidence.”

The wind whistled, and the rain began to hit the windows in a dense and crackling manner. One person was wearing a raincoat, and came over carrying a lunch box. They were distributed one by one, and went to one place, and whispered, ”Miss Sakakami, I'm so sorry, only the goddess OK. ”

”Mr. Fujioka, I'm really bothering you.” The window opened and Sakakami took over. In fact, she knows that many people are sandwiches and rice balls. This is already the best food.

As soon as it was opened, the tempura was still hot and scented. You can see that this time it was made of prawns and was molded in hot oil with a thin veil. I was really hungry at the moment and took a bite. Rich in texture, crispy and tender on the outside, without any greasy feeling.

”Very good.” Tempura is not simply fried ingredients. It is the most technical in Japanese food. This technique is good. After a few bites, she scanned it and saw people in several cars. All eyes widened, no one was slack.

”Come!” Suddenly, he turned on the phone and reported.

Frightened by Sakakami, he quickly put down the bento and saw the rain, a kind of mist that didn't look carefully and could not see clearly, and slowly moved to the apartment.

This dark mist slowly spread in the corridor, gradually covering the floor of Mariko Takamori.

Sakakami had a cold heart, took a deep breath, and said, ”Each group is ready at any time, and they will intervene directly if necessary.”

”Understand.” Everyone should answer.

In the apartment, Mariko Takamori got up to make a bed.

In Japanese film and television dramas, it is often seen that some rooms have no beds, and people can only sleep on the floor with a sheet and a quilt.

In fact, the basic reason is that the room is compact, can't hold the bed at all, the floor is very cold, and the tatami smells a lot during the rain, so the bed is comfortable to sleep.

It can be simply thought that the bed is a Japanese with a little money, and the poor are the ones who paved the floor or tatami every day, but it has a paper door. This is a very amazing thing. It is only a small space of tens of square meters. It is only separated by a paper door. , There is a private space.