Japanese big things

Both sides of the alley are covered with rows of low-rise buildings. Tall telephone poles stand at regular intervals. The wires wrapped around them are quite messy. It seems a bit disorganized, but it matches the tranquility of the alley.
Various store signs are placed in a complex and orderly manner. The colorful fonts on display, combined with the neon lights that flash from time to time, look like enthusiastic shop assistants soliciting business.

Probably because it was past dinner time, the originally noisy atmosphere became quiet. A few pedestrians walked by, and the breeze blowing made people feel very comfortable, as if they were in a quiet garden.<

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"You two, what would you like to eat?"

He and Nana Hashimoto casually walked into a restaurant, and the two found a seat by the window. The proprietress who was resting immediately got up and came over with a menu and a notebook.

"Hashimoto-san, is there anything you want to eat?"

After nodding in greeting with the proprietress, Nakamura Masahiro took the menu from the other party's hand. After a cursory glance, he handed it over to Hashimoto Nanami's hand.

"Nakamura-san, I..."

The menu was forced into the girl's hand by Nakamura Masahiro with an unreasonable attitude, and panic lingered in Hashimoto Nami's heart. She looked at Nakamura Masahiro timidly, lowered her head and replied in a low voice: "I can do anything.

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"Hashimoto-san, do you have any preferences?"

Nakamura Masahiro raised his eyebrows, knowing that Nana Hashimoto might not be able to explain what was going on, so he simply gave up asking for her opinion. He reached for the menu, and while flipping through it, Nakamura Masahiro directly asked the girl.

Taste preferences.

"Spicier? Milder? Or sweeter?"

"Make it spicy..."

After hearing what Nakamura Masahiro said, Hashimoto Nana couldn't help but mention it. She likes spicy food, and although she doesn't mind the taste issue, she would still be a little uncomfortable if the dishes served are sweeter.

Just like Hashimoto Nanami's hometown of Hokkaido, the custom of eating rice dumplings is salty rice dumplings. If someone brings sweet rice dumplings from the south, although everyone will not say it openly, privately they will think that the other person cannot read the air.<

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"Okay, let's make it spicy..."

With a slight nod, Nakamura Masahiro asked the proprietress to record the taste. Then, he turned his attention to Hashimoto Nanami and asked: "How about a sashimi?"

"Uh...that's okay..."

Although Nakamura Masahiro's arrangement was a bit unreasonable, it was inexplicably in line with Hashimoto Nami's hobbies. A warm current surged in her heart, and the girl secretly glanced at Nakamura Masahiro, feeling a little happy for a moment.

"This, and this, and this again..."

Pointing to the tripe on the menu, Nakamura Masahiro motioned to the proprietress to write it down. Then, guessing that the order was almost done, Nakamura Masahiro handed the menu to the proprietress and said: "Finally, please order another piece of fruit."

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"Hi, please wait a moment."

The landlady responded, then bowed to say hello, put away the menu and record book, and left in a hurry. As her figure entered the kitchen behind the curtain, after a while, a busy sound came from the kitchen.

Sound.

"Nakamura-san, you ordered too much..."

Although she didn’t know exactly how much Nakamura Masahiro ordered, Hashimoto Nana felt that the other party seemed to have ordered a lot of things, which made her feel a little nervous and uneasy: Ordering so many things must cost a lot of money.

"With so much food, can we finish it all? Isn't it a waste?"

After mentally calculating the cash on her body, Hashimoto Nanami suddenly felt a sense of despair in her heart. Although the consumption here is not very high, the food she just ordered would cost at least half of her money.<

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If you exclude this expense, the remaining money will not be enough to last until your salary is paid at the end of the month. No matter how frugal you are in the future, you will not be able to survive by eating cheap food such as bread or natto every day.

After some calculations, Hashimoto Nana felt that all her strength seemed to be drained from her body. Holding on to her weak body, the girl timidly whispered suggestions to Nakamura Masahiro.

"Nakamura-san, how about we order less..."

"As much as you can eat, forget it. If you can't eat it, forget it..."

Glancing at Nana Hashimoto, who looked slightly worried, Nakamura Masahiro, who thought for a moment, vaguely guessed the girl's concerns. He pretended to be domineering and said to the girl in a rather tough tone: "You just need to eat, nothing else

You don’t have to worry about it.”

After saying that, Nakamura Masahiro showed an attitude that he didn't want to speak, and he looked like he was closing his eyes and concentrating. As the rhythmic breathing sounded slightly, Nakamura Masahiro seemed to have entered a state of relaxation.

Of course, this superficial effort was only for Nana Hashimoto to see. In his mind, Masahiro Nakamura was actually comparing the differences in the dishes of this restaurant and those of the small restaurants in the shopping street.

When he was solving the problem of eating before, the reason why he went to the small restaurant on the shopping street was because the restaurants in the alley were not perfect, and most of them only had ordinary dishes, which were far less diverse than those on the shopping street.

The main purpose of ordinary social workers after get off work is to drink to vent, and get drunk on the way. If the requirements are not high, there is no problem in choosing a cheap restaurant or izakaya in the alley.

But Masahiro Nakamura mainly wants to satisfy his appetite and is not in a hurry, so he is naturally picky. He chooses the small restaurant on the shopping street, not only because the taste is better, but also because there are more opportunities to choose from.

Much.

However, you don’t need to worry so much now. After all, Nakamura Masahiro is bringing Hashimoto Nanami here to solve the meal problem, and he doesn’t want to have a date and dinner, so naturally he won’t be too demanding.

Seeing that Nakamura Masahiro exuded the aura of "Keep away from strangers", Hashimoto Nanami couldn't help but flinch. The courage that had originally aroused disappeared, and the idea of ​​trying to argue was immediately given up.
She reached out and quietly took the wallet under the table. While Nakamura Masahiro didn't notice it, Hashimoto Nana opened the wallet carefully, lowered her head and silently counted them.

In Japan's currency system, Fukuzawa Yukichi has the largest denomination, and Hashimoto Nana only owns three. There seems to be a lot of remaining banknotes and coins, but when the amount is added up, it is barely enough for one Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Ji.

There is still more than half a month until the salary is paid...that's all that's left, and after excluding the cost of this meal...it seems that I can only find another part-time job, otherwise I won't be able to survive at all.

Not until then.

Nana Hashimoto was filled with sadness, and her mood instantly dropped. Although she had prepared herself mentally before coming to Tokyo that "living in Tokyo would be difficult," she still felt that life was difficult after all she had experienced.

Maybe my parents know this, so they are very opposed to me coming to Tokyo to go to university?

Recalling the strong opposition from her family when she decided to go to university in Tokyo, Hashimoto Nana couldn't help but feel emotional. But she had a stronger personality, so her parents couldn't change Hashimoto Nana's mind, so they just let her go.

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"I've kept you two waiting for a long time, please use it slowly."

A sudden voice beside her broke the girl's chaotic thoughts. Before Nana Hashimoto took a closer look, she saw the proprietress holding a tray, taking out the dishes one by one, and placing them on the dining table one by one.

"Thank you..."

After the boss lady finished placing the arrangements, Nakamura Masahiro said politely, then watched the other party go away, then looked back and turned to look at Hashimoto Nanami.

"The food has been served, let's eat."

Unceremoniously serving the girl a full bowl of rice, Nakamura Masahiro said with a straight face, pretending to be serious: "Hashimoto-san, this is yours."

"Uh, Nakamura-san...."

Looking at the bowl full of rice in front of her, Hashimoto Nana raised her head and looked at Masahiro Nakamura, who had a solemn expression on his face. When the words reached her mouth, she slipped again. She changed her words: "This is too much. I

I can’t eat so much.”

"You don't need to worry about those problems... Just let me eat in peace of mind, and then we'll talk about it after eating. The worst is the worst."

Raising his eyebrows, Nakamura Masahiro took a look at Hashimoto Nana's thin figure. There was not much fleshiness on her body. If he hadn't seen her eating cheap bread, Nakamura Masahiro would have thought she had a good figure.

But now, Nakamura Masahiro knows that she most likely has financial problems. The so-called good figure is not a result of exercise. Most of it is malnutrition: there are problems with eating, so where can you find the energy to maintain your figure?

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"Hi..."

Some timidly, I glanced at Nakamura Masahiro secretly. Although Hashimoto Nana was slightly scolded by the other party, I didn't mind at all. Instead, I felt a little warm.

In any case, Nakamura Masahiro's motivation for taking her to eat was well-intentioned. However, after eating this sumptuous lunch, the days to come will be a little difficult.

"I'm starting..."

Closing her eyes, Hashimoto Nana clasped her hands together and murmured something in a low voice. Then, she put down her worries about gains and losses, picked up the small bowl full of rice, picked up the chopsticks, and Hashimoto Nana reached out and pinched the radiant

Dishes with tempting aroma.

Although the meal in front of me is relatively ordinary, it is actually quite rich for Hashimoto Nanami, who has long used cheap food such as bread and ramen to solve her eating problem.

Originally, she ate some slices of bread to satisfy her hunger, but she wasn't that hungry yet. But now, tempted by the pungent aroma, Hashimoto Nana unconsciously moved her chopsticks faster, feeling a bit hungry.

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