I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 102 Opening Business

"Beep beep, beep beep!"

The alarm set on the cell phone rang on time at 5:30 on Saturday morning. The person on the bed turned over, turned off the ringer, yawned and put on his clothes.

In Tokyo at the beginning of October, the autumn weather was still here, and it would not get colder until the end of the month. Wearing a monotonous white shirt that had not changed for thousands of years, Fujii went downstairs after washing.

He told Uncle Tianhai in advance that he wanted to experience working life for two days. Anyway, Noto's mother-in-law's oden shop was only a ten-minute walk away.

For breakfast, he planned to eat the oden he had prepared last night and get on his bicycle, which would shorten his travel time by more than half.

This small commercial street, which is so old that it can be traced back to the 1970s, is often visited by housewives and elderly people in Kitano Town. Young people of this era will give priority to going to large supermarkets to buy daily necessities, which is full of life.

The old-style commercial streets are gradually forgotten by the fast-paced new generation.

Early in the morning, since it was a Saturday, there were far fewer cars on the road. As we drove into the entrance of the commercial street, there were only a few pedestrians. The street would only become lively at seven o'clock.

"Good morning, Grandpa Qiyuan."

An old man with nimble hands passed by carrying fish and meat. He was Kazuya Suhara, the grandfather of Tatsuya Sugawara, whom he had met several times. After his wife died of illness more than ten years ago, he came to see Noto's mother-in-law almost every week to get closer, hoping to rekindle the relationship.

Second spring.

"Oh! It's Fujii-kun! Tatsuya mentioned you not long ago. Their Olympic team is going to Europe for training to challenge major clubs. He said that if you are here, they won't be afraid of losing at all."

Grandpa Suhara is very young, but his back is very straight and he is very energetic. According to his boast, he played professional baseball when he was young and won the best pitcher of the season once.

"However, I have seen you pitching live. You should actually go to the major leagues to develop, let the Americans know the history of our East Asians, and conquer them like Bruce did."

Grandpa Suihara and Fujii were chatting while walking. It was not convenient to ride bicycles on the commercial street. Fujii pushed the cart with him to Granny Noto's shop. It has two floors. The single floor is about sixty square meters, except for the sales counter and occupying a small half of the shop.

There is a large back kitchen with several long tables in a compact position. There are no seats, so customers can eat while standing.

It was less than six o'clock. In the past, the iron rolling door of the store would have been raised. Fujii Shu smiled coldly. This woman Noto Miko is indeed unreliable.

Just as he was cursing in his heart, the rolling door opened a gap, revealing the young woman's smooth and white bare feet. He stepped forward to help and pulled up the increasingly rusty rolling door.

Next to her, Grandpa Suhara was stunned. Kiko Noto had put on her daily casual clothes. It was obviously a simple pair of trousers and shorts, but she was naturally beautiful, and she was incredibly beautiful even without makeup.

But these are not important. What is important is that the yawning and stretching girl in front of her is exactly the same as the forty-five-year-old Noto Kiko, except that her skin is better, and her bare face has the effect of others wearing makeup.

"Miss Kiko? Is that you?"

Kazuya Suhara, an old dog licker, will never forget Noto Kiko. After playing professional baseball for more than ten years, the reason why he chose to go home and inherit the ancestral fishery store was probably to be closer to her. His wife, who had no feelings for each other, died of illness.

, I let myself go even more, visiting two or three times a week and walking several kilometers.

"Ah? I am Noto Miko, Kiko's niece. I just look like her when she was young. Grandma Kiko has gone back to the countryside and will be back in a few days."

After stretching her body, Noto Kiko lied without blinking. She looked at Fujii and stepped forward to ask him excitedly.

"How do you make your oden? It tastes so good?"

Originally, her plan was to give Fujii Shu a sum of money to go home in the morning so that she could continue her extravagant activities for the remaining two days, but her hungry stomach as soon as she woke up urged her to enjoy Fujii Shu's cooking.

After a night of oden cooking, the taste instantly conquered her, and her eyes shone.

"Oh? Is that so? I brought a pound and a half of tuna belly meat. I can make fish sashimi and put it in the refrigerator to eat when she comes back."

After reacting, Grandpa Suhara nodded. Miss Kiko has never been married and has no partner. She is over sixty years old. This young lady can only be her relative, although she does look very similar, and her temperament and demeanor are almost the same.

Putting down the fish and meat, it was not convenient for him to get involved in the affairs between young people. He turned around and looked at Noto Kiko for a long time before leaving here.

"It's done casually, why is Grandpa Qihara so willing to spend money? The belly is the best part of the tuna. Even if he runs a shop, the cost of one and a half kilograms would be tens of thousands of yen."

Fujii put the fish that Grandpa Suhara had placed on the counter into the refrigerator, and looked at Noto Kiko's face again, as if he had some realization.

My nieces are so beautiful. Mother-in-law Noto must have been a great beauty when she was young, right? No wonder Grandpa Suhara never gives up.

"Isn't he always like this? He's not interested in him, and he's still stalking him until now."

Noto Kiko expressed her feelings for Grandpa Suhara, and Fujii filled a bowl of soup stock, added a few skewers of cooked oden and daikon slices, and sat down at the long table in the kitchen to taste it.

The white radish slices are very soft and glutinous, and the umami flavor of the broth is also infused, which is good.

He tasted the food carefully, and after eating it all, he stood up and said to Noto Kiko.

"The salary of 10,000 yen a day is no doubt about it, right?"

"No problem." Noto Kiko agreed without hesitation, and they began to pack up the store and prepare to open it.

At 6:30 in the morning, Grandma Noto's shop was open again after being closed for a day. However, although the person behind the counter was still Noto Kiko, she was a twenty-year-old version. The kitchen's Fujii Shu continued to handle ingredients, cashiers and receptions.

Noto Kiko is still doing the work.

A GTR sports car was parked outside the commercial street. Yuki Herang put on his most expensive and most satisfying hand-made suit and got out of the car.

Is she in a small place like this?

He looked at the old commercial streets. He would never enter such a poor and backward place. He lived in Rokkamoto and Ginza on a daily basis and lived in a high-end apartment in Minato District, where he could see Tokyo Bay.

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Putting aside his inner disdain, he walked on the uneven cement road that had been patched many times and was the first to arrive at the newly opened oden shop.

"Welcome, what do you need? Takeout and dine-in are both available."

Noto Kiko, who was wearing an old-fashioned apron, asked questions skillfully. Yuuki Garang raised an eyebrow at her as she walked in. She paused for a moment, and her movements were like those in a puppet game.

"This guest? What's wrong with you?"

Noto Kiko touched her face. There was nothing strange about it, right? She hadn't noticed the charm of the restored appearance and its lethality to men for a while. Or maybe it was Fujii's indifferent way of getting along with her that made her

Forgot this.

"Two skewers of bamboo shoots, three skewers of kombu, and five fried meatballs."

He had prepared his lines in advance, but could not utter a single word at the moment. Yuuki Karang, a veteran lover of flower safari, finished ordering the meal honestly and stood in front of the row of tables facing the wall, with his back to

Noto Kiko.

No, she is completely different from those vulgar fans and cannot act hastily.

Yuuki Gajo nervously placed his hands on the table, not caring whether the tabletop in the store would stain his clothes. He kept interlacing his thumbs with his hands, and was talking to Suhara Kazuya, who once confessed his love to Noto Kiko.

The status is the same.

"Fujii-kun! The order is given to you."

Noto Kiko wrote a sticky note on the counter and called out to someone in the kitchen. Yuki Gao didn't react for a while until Fujii walked out of the kitchen with a sharp knife.

"The fried meatballs need to wait a little longer before I put them in and cook them."

Fujii Shu reminded me that the reason why I didn't put it in together last night was because I was afraid that it would boil and affect the taste.

Why is it him? Why is he here?

A trace of panic flashed in Yuki Herang's eyes. After the last attempt to teach Fujii Shu a lesson failed, Ueno Shigekō specifically reminded him.

"There is someone behind him that you and I can't afford to offend. Just give up."

He listened to Ueno Shigeki's advice, no longer bothered Miyagi Wakika, and stayed away from places where Fujii trees existed.

But this time, Miss Noto, who really attracted his attention, got involved with Fujii Shu. This made people angry and made his pupils shrink.

Fujii, no matter what you say this time, I won’t give in.

Yuki Herang gritted his teeth, glanced at Fujii's fair face with hateful eyes, and clenched his fists tremblingly.

(End of chapter)