Japanese big things

In the evening, the torrential rain that lasted for several hours finally gradually subsided, until it finally stopped completely. It was dark outside the window, and I don’t know if it was because of the rain. Dots could still be seen in the night sky.

The stars are just not very bright.

The street lights on the street emit dim light, trying to dispel the enveloping darkness, but no matter how hard they try, they can only illuminate a small area of ​​the surrounding world. From a slightly further distance, it is still difficult to see.

Dark night.

From time to time, there are vehicles speeding past on the street, and the roaring sound spreads around, making it very eye-catching in the quiet environment. The occasional horn sound is harsh and annoying, which is really annoying.<

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In the kitchen, hot mist rose from the iron pot. Masahiro Nakamura got closer and smelled it. The smell was pretty good. He picked up the spatula on the side and put it into the pot, stirring it back and forth.

Always pay attention to the issue of heat.

Many times, under the same conditions, using the same ingredients and ingredients, the dishes produced are often very different. So what is the problem? This is a question worth pondering. If there is no difference in craftsmanship, then

The issue of heat is very important.

When cooking, there is a difference between a higher fire and a lower fire. Similarly, cooking more or less will have completely different effects. What is the difference between excellent chefs and ordinary chefs?

To a large extent, it is the grasp of these details.

"Minami, why are you hiding there?"

After putting the dishes in the pot on the plate, Nakamura Masahiro poured in the next portion and continued to stir-fry. Turning around, he accidentally spotted Hamabe Minami hiding at the door. She looked sneaky, as if she wanted to eat secretly.

Cute cat made of dried fish.

"If you want to come in, just come in."

Nakamura Masahiro smiled and waved to Hama Minami. In his eyes, Hama Minami and Mie seemed to be the same type of little girls. If there was a difference, it was probably that Hama Minami was more reserved.

Well, actually this is not difficult to understand. After all, Meihui is a biological sister. She lives together every day and is pampered by her family, so she is naturally very cheerful. But with a layer of distance between Hama and Minami, in front of Nakamura Masahiro, a somewhat strange person,

It's normal to be reserved.

Bright eyes blinked, and after hesitating for a few seconds, Hamato Minami slowly moved out from the hiding corner, and then entered the kitchen obediently. Like a well-behaved kitten, she tiptoed to Nakamura Masahiro

Beside him, his eyes were staring straight at the steaming iron pot.

"Is there anything strange?"

Looking at her appearance, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but be curious, and asked in a slightly doubtful tone. It's just a simple stir-fry, there doesn't seem to be anything strange about it, right? Haven't Hamabe Minami seen it at home?

"I just think Nakamura-nii can cook very well...My mother has always been cooking at home, and my father doesn't even touch it."

After stir-frying with a spatula, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but glance at the little girl. She pouted her little mouth, seeming to be thinking about her daily life at home, but when she spoke, her face was serious.

The appearance.

"It's just cooking, it doesn't seem to be anything great."

Facing the little girl's almost adoring gaze, Nakamura Masahiro felt very benefited, but he still said very humble words. Cooking is actually not a difficult task, as long as you put a little more effort, you can learn it quickly.<

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However, after thinking about it, Masahiro Nakamura reacted immediately. Cooking is indeed not difficult, but considering the traditional customs in Japan, apart from professional chefs and single-parent families, there are really not many men who can cook.

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Even those few people rarely go to the kitchen. On the one hand, it is the traditional concept in Japan. It is considered a shameful thing for men to cook. On the other hand, cooking is a very shameful thing.

It is often considered to be what housewives should do.

Men should work hard outside, and women should take care of the housework. This is the consensus of the vast majority of Japanese society. Therefore, after women get married, they often leave the workplace and choose to return to the family to do the housework to ensure logistics.
Nakamura Masahiro has come into contact with Hamato Minami's father. He seems to be a very cheerful person. He may not necessarily have masculinity, but he should still be a traditional Japanese man at heart. Therefore, if you don't cook at home and don't do housework, it's actually a good idea.

It's normal.

"Go sit at the table and you can eat soon."

After looking at the pot, he estimated that it was almost done. Nakamura Masahiro pushed Hamabe Minami out of the kitchen and ordered: "Wait a moment, your father will be here too, so he can take you home."

Before cooking, Nakamura Masahiro got her father's phone number from Hamabe Minami, and then called her to contact her. The father was still in the hospital and could not come over for the time being. He would come to take Hamabe Minami home at a later time.<

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Hamabe Minami walked out of the kitchen obediently, and then sat at the dining table. She held her hands on the chair with some restraint, looking like she was waiting quietly. But her eyes were looking towards the direction of the kitchen, and she was looking forward to the cooking in her heart.

delicious.

After a while, Masahiro Nakamura put the prepared dishes on the dining table one after another. After a while, several dishes of different colors were placed on the empty dining table, steam rising and rising.

It spreads to the side.

The food is not exquisite, but in terms of color and style, it is barely up to professional standards. The alluring aroma aroused the appetite, and Hamabe Minami stared at the food on the table, almost

The subconscious action of pursed lips made Nakamura Masahiro smile.

Feeling Nakamura Masahiro's gaze, Hamato Minami secretly glanced at Nakamura Masahiro. The kind smile really made her a little embarrassed. Her face was slightly hot. She realized that her little move just now had been discovered, and she felt worried for a moment.

Embarrassing.

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She lowered her head in a panic. Hamabe Minami didn't dare to look at Nakamura Masahiro anymore. She was as confused as a frightened quail, and her heartbeat accelerated a lot. She looked like a child who had made a mistake.

, happened to be caught red-handed by his parents.

"Eat... taste what I cook."

After beating two bowls of rice respectively, Nakamura Masahiro first put a bowl for Hamabe Minami and prepared chopsticks. Then he took another bowl of beaten rice, took the chopsticks and sat down opposite the little girl, smiling at her.

, indicating that Hamabe Minami can start.

"I'm starting."

With her head lowered, Hamato Minami avoided Nakamura Masahiro's gaze, stretched out her hands and clasped her hands together, looking timid, and started the pre-dinner ceremony with a very sincere attitude.

"I'm starting."

Seeing the little girl's behavior, Nakamura Masahiro realized that he seemed to have missed this ritual. Immediately, he put down his chopsticks and followed her previous appearance, pretending to do it again.

According to the traditional customs of Japanese society, before a formal meal, there is usually such a ceremony, with hands clasped together and shouting "I'm starting". But Masahiro Nakamura is an exception. He is not a real aborigine.

If you don’t pay special attention to this aspect, habitual omissions will become a daily routine.

Affected by him, this pre-dinner ritual was gradually rarely done at home. According to Nakamura Masahiro's original intention, he didn't really want to do this pre-dinner ritual. He always felt that it was superfluous and full of trouble. However,

In front of a little girl like Hamabe Minami, I still have to pretend to be this.

The process of eating has always been in a quiet atmosphere. Except for the chewing sound of the food and the occasional sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl and plate, there is no other noise.

The light shines brightly, and the scattered light occupies the entire space. The invading darkness is driven out and isolated outside the window.

The wall clock on the wall is moving in a circle, keeping moving slowly and steadily according to a stable inherent rhythm. However, the usual rhythmic ticking sound has disappeared at all, and I don't know if there is a malfunction.

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Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell broke the quiet atmosphere, which was very abrupt. Nakamura Masahiro raised his head subconsciously, and happened to look at the little girl Hama Miha.

"It should be your father who is here."

His mind was spinning rapidly, and Nakamura Masahiro suddenly had an idea and guessed the biggest possibility. In fact, in addition to this possibility, Nakamura Masahiro also thought of who else would come to the door at this time.

The little girl stares with a pair of bright eyes, her ignorant eyes are quite cute, and her mouth is full of food, so that the sides of her cheeks are slightly raised, giving people a full sense of cuteness.

Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Nakamura Masahiro got up from his chair and went directly to the door. He glanced through the peephole and found, just as he had guessed, that the person coming was none other than Hamabe Minami's father.

"Hello, Mr. Hamabe."

After opening the door, Nakamura Masahiro greeted the other party warmly. Then he turned sideways and let Mr. Hamabe enter the room.

"Excuse me, Nakamura-san...."

Mr. Hamabe responded with the same enthusiasm and exchanged a few polite words. He felt quite sorry for letting his daughter stay with Nakamura Masahiro. He always felt that he had caused trouble to the other party. While bending down to change his shoes, he opened his mouth to express his intention.

: "I'm here to pick up Minami."

"It's okay, I'm eating right now... Wait until Minami finishes eating, then you can take her back."

Nakamura Masahiro also treated him politely, and with the intention of reminding the little girl, he did not forget to greet the dining table in the living room: "Minami, Mr. Hamabe is here."