I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Considering that this is only part-time income, and the working hours are only 20 hours a week, the weekly salary is already very high.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a natural born waiter.

If he plans to be a full-time waiter in the future, he can earn at least 6 to 7 million yen a year if he works hard.

Of course, given that Higashino Yu is now an excellent student at Tachibana High School, he is obviously not short-sighted enough to avoid taking a detour of 40 years and start working as a waiter at the age of 18.

After receiving the salary, Higashino Yu had a lot more money.

The part-time salary plus the compensation received from the people of the Bianchuan Society, the 50,000 yen reward from Asumimi Sanae, and some of the remaining money before, a total of about 260,000 yen.

If you spend frugally, you will have no problem sticking to it for three months.

Although it is still considered extremely poor in Tokyo, it is much better than the previous embarrassing situation.

Therefore, when buying a pot, he also went to Chinatown to buy some seasonings for cooking noodles, such as chili oil, pepper oil, soy sauce, vinegar, lard, chicken essence, etc.

The seasoning, the pot, and a large stainless steel bowl together cost less than 7,000 yen - this pot had some flaws on the surface, but was chosen by Higashino Yu, it was very cheap.

Xiuji's breakfast has now officially changed to various grains. It is not good for it to always eat rice in the discounted bento.

It refused several times, and then accepted it very solemnly.

Not only that, it also thought that this was a sign of its promotion, and was thinking about applying to Higashino Yu for an official position that matches the salary.

In general, Higashino Yu and Xiuji's living standards have basically risen to a higher level.

Although it is far less than the living standards of ordinary families in Tokyo, it is much better than homeless people.

After cutting the chopped green onions and coriander, Higashino Yu took out the sealed bag of grains and poured the last bit of grains into Xiuji's bowl.

Since the food was changed to pure grains, this bird has been eating without restraint. Does it really think it is public property and can eat it at will?

It needs to be restricted, otherwise, if it continues like this, even the gold and silver mountains will be eaten up.

The grains fell into the bowl and made a crisp sound. Xiuji, who lived in a simple bird nest, heard the call of food and moved his body.

He raised his head in a daze and saw the golden grains in the bowl. His sleepy eyes suddenly flashed with extreme colors.

However, he did not rush to eat it, but fluttered to the toilet to peck some water and comb his feathers.

As a samurai bird, Xiuji Sabei paid great attention to his manners.

After washing, he flew to Dongye Yu, who was concentrating on observing the softness of the noodles, and bowed respectfully.

"The inner minister Xiuji Saemon, see the lord."

Dongye Yu nodded at him, "Well, let's eat."

Xiuji then came to his bowl and stood waiting.

Only when Dongye Yu started to eat, he would start eating. He said several times but didn't listen, and even retorted "This is the collapse of rituals and music."

According to orthodox Confucian etiquette, modern times are really the collapse of rituals and music.

However, Dongye Yu has always disliked those scholars who always dream of being the superiors, so he also sneered at the so-called etiquette.

It just needs a little more Huang Chao shock, the streets are trampled with the bones of the nobles, and the inner treasury is burned to ashes!

But Xiuji has now become feudal, and Dongye Yu knows how difficult it is to change the thinking of such a stubborn monster, so he just let it go.

Anyway, except that it looks a little funny at ordinary times, there is no harm.

Dongye Yu looked at the noodles in the pot and felt that the heat was almost right, so he picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them into his mouth.

It was a little hard but it was already cooked, so he prepared the soy sauce, chili oil and other seasonings and picked up the noodles.

Sprinkle with chopped green onions and coriander, and then pour the boiling noodle soup from above.

Tsk!

The noodle soup soaked the noodles, melting the seasonings and lard in the bowl into a translucent soy sauce soup. The rolling steam was mixed with the aroma of various seasonings. The lard made the soup taste mellow, and the noodle soup was covered with oil and green onions, which looked extremely tempting.

It's been a long time since I last saw the noodles from my hometown.

Dong Yeyu habitually said, "I'm starting." He started to eat noodles with chopsticks.

Xiuji had been waiting eagerly on the side. Seeing Dong Yeyu start to eat, he also shouted "I'm starting." He buried his head and ate.

After eating, Dong Yeyu looked at the time that was about to be agreed, and told Xiuji to stay at home, while he changed into the last set of casual clothes.

A red and black plaid shirt with blue jeans, the standard outfit of a programmer was worn by Dong Yeyu to look like it was on a fashion magazine.

However, the serious frayed edges on the sleeves and collar of the shirt, the faded jeans and the unsealed canvas shoes revealed the owner's embarrassing situation.

Higashino Yu is optimistic. If the canvas shoes don't come apart, they must be pirated.

In his previous life, his college roommate bought a pair of canvas shoes made of Frame Wei. He wore them for three months without any breakage. He was so angry that he asked the store on the spot whether they sold him fake goods.

But it's time to buy clothes.

The last time I taught those gangsters a lesson, I blew up my only set of clothes that could be changed into fragments. Now, besides the school uniform, I only have this one set of clothes.

It's too extreme that I can't even change clothes seamlessly.

Clothes can be old, but they must be kept clean and tidy, and dressed appropriately. This is what my mother taught me in my previous life.

I will buy new clothes when I have more savings after working part-time for another two weeks.

Higashino Yu thought as he walked out the door and ran to Ayase Station.

The subway on Saturday was not as crowded as usual. Without the busy figures of office workers, most of the people coming and going in the spacious subway hall were couples, married couples, and some children led by their parents.

The subway managers also had a relaxed smile on their faces. At least in these two days, they didn't have to work hard to squeeze passengers into the subway.

Higashino Yu entered the subway station and bought a subway ticket to Kosuge Station, and followed the not-so-large crowd into the subway.

He took a big step to grab a seat nearby and sat down, then showed the humble smile of a winner to the middle-aged man who instantly lost his smile.

Although it was not as crowded as usual, it was Tokyo after all. If your butt was not fast enough, you would probably become a subway station god.

After buying a ticket, everyone has the right to sit down, but there are only so many seats, so you can only rely on your own ability.

I have a faster butt that I practiced on the bus since I was a child in my previous life, so I am slightly better. Thank you.

About five minutes later, the subway broadcast prompted that they had arrived at Kosuge Station, and Higashino Yu got up and left.

The middle-aged man stared at the position he had coveted for a long time and attacked decisively, but was once again beaten by an old lady who moved as fast as a rabbit.

Someone will not be able to sleep tonight.

Higashino Yu sighed, brushed off his clothes, and strode out of the subway station.

There is a commercial street outside Kosuge Station, and there is a children's park not far away. Although the street is not particularly wide, there is a lot of traffic.

Higashino Yu stood at the subway entrance and looked around for the trace of Asumi Sanae.

At this moment, the phone received a text message notification sound, and took out the old friend to take a look.

"300 meters northeast of Kosuge Station, BLUEPRINT COFFEE."

Higashino Yu looked in this direction, and there was indeed a coffee shop in the distance with a very textured exterior decoration.

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