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"Ya Hong?"

I don’t know how long it took, but just when Nakamura Masahiro was in a dazed state and showing signs of dozing off, a familiar voice sounded beside him, and someone reached out and pushed him, causing him to subconsciously open his eyes.

Eyes.

"Huh?"

His dull eyes were a little dazed. Nakamura Masahiro, who had not yet recovered, looked up and saw his father, Nakamura Tomimasa, standing bent over, with his outstretched arm not having time to retract it. Obviously, the push just now was

This move comes from his father Nakamura Tomimasa.

"Have you been waiting here for a long time?"

Nakamura Masahiro stretched out his hand and rubbed his eye frames. His dazed state was relieved, and his dull eyes became more alert. He looked at his father Nakamura Tomimasa and replied slowly: "Is the meeting over?"<

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"Well, it's finished..."

First he gave an affirmative answer, and Nakamura Tomimasa paused for two seconds. Then he sighed slightly, greeted Nakamura Masahiro and left: "Come on, let's go home first."

After answering, Nakamura Masahiro stood up from the bench. He stretched his waist slightly, trying not to attract the attention of the passing Hokuriku broadcasting staff, adjusted his posture slightly, then picked up his luggage and followed his father

Tomimasa Nakamura leaves.

The staff of Hokuriku Broadcasting basically all know Nakamura Masahiro. Even if they are not particularly familiar with him, they have basically met or heard of Nakamura Masahiro. When they see Nakamura Masahiro, they all greet him warmly.
Uh, I don’t know what’s going on? Nakamura Masahiro has an illusion that they seem to be more enthusiastic than when they greeted him before. If Nakamura Masahiro’s feelings are not mistaken, then to use one word to describe it, it is probably to please this person.

Vocabulary.

Maybe using the word "please" is a bit derogatory, but Nakamura Masahiro's inner feelings at this time really fully interpret this word. Well, I can't say it is 100%, but there is really no other word that can replace it.

While walking slowly forward, Nakamura Masahiro secretly glanced at the enthusiastic Hokuriku broadcasting staff. At this time, a trace of doubt could not help but arise in his heart. Although their faces were full of enthusiastic smiles, there was a vague feeling.

The flattery shown by Yue also feels a bit deliberate, but the specific reason is quite confusing.

Perhaps, you can only ask your father Nakamura Tomimasa.

With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Nakamura Masahiro politely responded to the Hokuriku Broadcasting staff who greeted him. Following his father Nakamura Tomimasa, Nakamura Masahiro followed him down the TV station building and then returned home smoothly.

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As usual, Masahiro Nakamura entered the kitchen habitually, tidied up briefly, and started preparing lunch. Since he took over the kitchen, the kitchen has basically become Masahiro Nakamura's territory as long as he is at home.

His father, Nakamura Tomimasa, went to the study and started doing his work. In principle, Japanese men rarely take work matters home, and usually work overtime in the company. However, Nakamura Tomimasa is not an ordinary person after all.

employees, so it is common for them to take their work home.

Washing the pot, washing rice, cooking, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, burning oil, putting in the pot, stir-frying, lifting the pot... Every step is done in an orderly manner. Masahiro Nakamura does it with ease, and his smooth movements are like training.

Senior chef for many years.

In about half an hour, Masahiro Nakamura placed the dishes on the dining table and was preparing to prepare the meal. His father Tomimasa Nakamura had already come out of the study smelling the fragrance. He washed his hands.

Then we sat down at the dining table.

"Your food still tastes good, the canteen of the TV station is just like that..."

Taking the beaten rice from Nakamura Masahiro, Nakamura Tomimasa picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, looked at the dishes on the plate, and said with some emotion: "I have eaten a lot in those Chinese restaurants, and the taste is incredible.

It’s bad, but compared to the taste you make, it’s still quite different.”

"Uh, how should I put it..."

Carrying the beaten rice, Nakamura Masahiro also sat across from Nakamura Tomashi. Hearing his words, Nakamura Masahiro paused for two seconds, and then took over: "Maybe the food I cook is more inclined to the local taste of Chinese cuisine.

Right."

The so-called Chinese cuisine in Japan, except for Chinatown where Chinese and overseas Chinese gather, is slightly more authentic. The Chinese cuisine in other places is more of a brand in name only. Well, it means selling dog meat on the head of a sheep.

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To use an analogy, it is like a domestic Japanese restaurant. Although the signboard and the food sold are all Japanese cuisine, from the boss to the employees, they are all domestic people and have nothing to do with Japan.

Relationship.

The Chinese cuisine made by Masahiro Nakamura is not much different from the domestic ones, with only slight improvements. Therefore, it is very different from those Chinese cuisines that have been locally improved. Nakamura Tomashi is used to the food at home, so naturally

I’m not used to the smell of those Chinese restaurants.

"Maybe, but it doesn't taste as good as yours anyway."

After pondering for a moment, Nakamura Tomimasa nodded in agreement. Although he is not a professional food critic, he still has basic judgment skills. Judging by his standards, those Chinese restaurants are really not as good as Nakamura Masahiro.
The words of praise made people feel happy. Although Nakamura Masahiro was moved, he didn't pay too much attention to it. He still knew himself. As for his cooking skills, he was only at an average level, and it might be an ordinary standard in China.<

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The reason why his father Tomimasa Nakamura praised him so much was not only because he was used to the taste of Masahiro Nakamura’s cooking, but also because of the background of those Chinese restaurants. Well, sometimes it doesn’t matter whether the cooking is good or not, as long as there are others in the same industry.

Contrast is the most important thing.

As the topic ended, Nakamura Masahiro and his father Nakamura Tomimasa ate quietly, and the room became very quiet. Apart from the occasional clinking of bowls and chopsticks, the rest was probably chewing and swallowing food.

The sound.

Time passed slowly minute by minute, and the quiet atmosphere was like being in a library, without too much clutter. The dishes on the plate gradually became rarer, and a lot of the rice in the bowl also disappeared.
"Yahong, do you have anything you want to ask me?"

After finishing the meal, Nakamura Tomimasa put away the bowls and chopsticks, and then breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his gaze to Nakamura Masahiro, pondered for a moment, and then asked: "If there is any, you might as well ask directly.

."

While eating just now, Nakamura Masahiro would secretly cast his gaze over from time to time. Such behavior had long attracted the attention of Nakamura Tomimasa. Although Nakamura Masahiro also made some cover-ups and disguises, in front of the experienced Nakamura Tomimasa

, obviously all in vain.

"Well, I don't know if it's convenient for me to speak..."

The look on his face was a little tangled, and Nakamura Masahiro was hesitant as to whether he should speak. After some mental struggle, his curious inquiring thoughts finally gained the upper hand, and he asked: "I want to know what the outcome of the meeting was.

?"

In fact, judging from the vaguely flattering attitude of the Hokuriku Broadcasting staff, the outcome of the meeting is most likely to be positive. Of course, this is just a guess by Nakamura Masahiro and has not been confirmed.

"You're talking about the outcome of the meeting?"

Slightly startled, Nakamura Tomimasa didn't expect Nakamura Masahiro to be so direct when he spoke. He was reserved for a moment, and when he was about to answer, the ringtone of his cell phone rang suddenly, which directly interrupted his thoughts.<

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After glancing at Masahiro Nakamura, Tomimasa Nakamura took out his cell phone. Then, he glanced at the caller number on the display screen, pressed the answer button, and put the cell phone to his ear naturally.<

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"Moses Moses, I am Tomimasa Nakamura, what can I do?"

His tone was as calm as ever, and Nakamura Tomimasa had a calm temperament when things happened, just like the calming needle that suppressed the ocean. No matter what happened, in his eyes, there was no need to panic.

Well, in fact, if you encounter something and panic at every turn, it will most likely have very bad consequences. Many times, once people become panicked, their judgment will be greatly affected.

Nakamura Masahiro finished his meal carefully, and then began to clean up the leftovers on the dining table. He poured the remaining leftovers from the dinner plate into the trash can one by one, and then poured a little dishwashing liquid on it.

, with the cooperation of the water jet from the faucet, the dishes, rice bowls and other utensils were carefully washed.

Tomimasa Nakamura's phone call lasted for nearly half an hour. During the entire call, he rarely spoke and was basically in a listening state. Although the expression on his face did not change, there was a seriousness in his eyes.

Judging, what happened on the phone must be important.

After a long time, Nakamura Tomimasa ended the call and hung up the phone in his hand. He looked at the phone in his hand blankly. The remaining beeping sound was quite harsh, but Nakamura Tomimasa ignored it and just sighed for a long time.

A cry.

"Come and sit..."

After inviting Nakamura Masahiro to sit across the dining table, Nakamura Tomimasa pondered for a moment and then said in a very considerate tone: "Don't you want to know the outcome of the meeting? I'll tell you now."

Subconsciously straightening his back, Nakamura Masahiro looked like he was sitting upright, leaning slightly forward, showing a posture of listening carefully. He wanted to know the details inside, and also wanted to know about his father Nakamura Tomimasa.

Although there are countless suspicions in the situation, the confirmation and confirmation of the parties involved are undoubtedly the most important.