Life in Tokyo starting as a child star

Ryota Teshima feels that he is not only a failed office worker, but also a failed father.

Why do you have to be ordered around by your boss and work overtime every day? When you reach middle age, you still stay in the position of an ordinary employee of the company. Because you are a good old man, you are often poked in the back and laughed at by your younger colleagues.

It has become a common occurrence.

Not only in the workplace, but also in life.

In life, my wife always complains that she works overtime and cannot even spare any time to spend with her family.

The strong-willed daughter is also quite bored with her father's good-natured character who has always been patient and honest.

She had always felt that her father was so bullied by the juniors in the company because he didn't know how to adapt. He was extremely cowardly.

On weekdays, I don't want to see him except for eating.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, Meijiang, your school is holding a cultural festival. I happened to be working overtime and passed by here, so I wanted to come over and see you."

"Really? Then you should have finished reading it, right? Let's go, let's go back quickly."

".well."

Listening to her daughter's impatient voice and watching her waving movements.

That look didn't look like he was treating his father at all, but like he was chasing away a pest.

Teshima Ryota could only squeeze out a smile from his face, and while responding to the other party, he bowed his waist and retreated from the classroom.

I'm probably sick.

Ryota Teshima turned his head and looked at the students walking in the corridor, who looked youthful, energetic, and generous.

Look at yourself again?

He was groveling and trembling, not even daring to speak too loudly.

Why has my life become so messy?

he thought confusedly.

He remembered that a long time ago, when he was a young man, he always had the same smile on his face as these students.

At that time, his eyes were shining and he had unlimited expectations for the future.

But now he is lost in this cage called 'middle age', dragging his feet with heavy steps and feeling at a loss.

Look up.

There is a straight line in front of you, and you can see the corridor at the end at a glance.

But for some reason, Teshima Ryota felt a sense of fear in his heart.

The rest of my life will probably be like this corridor.

You can see the end at a glance.

But he had to keep his head down.

Teshima Ryota walked forward aimlessly.

Obviously there is still work on hand, and I have to negotiate with the client before two o'clock this afternoon.

But he didn't have any sense of urgency.

Probably already numb.

He just walked aimlessly.

It wasn't until his body protested that he hadn't eaten since this morning that he slowly stopped.

"At least I can still feel hungry."

Teshima Ryota, who was hunched over, laughed at himself.

Over the years.

He had always felt that he was so numb that he looked like a robot.

The originally straight waist has long been suppressed by life into the groveling appearance it has now.

But in Tokyo, people like him have always been the majority.

Thinking of this, Teshima Ryota stopped and looked around, trying to find a restaurant nearby to satisfy his hunger.

After all, it is a high school stall, so it is quite easy to fill your stomach.

A meal is priced at 400 yen at most.

It was at this time.

A tangy and rich fragrance came from not far away, lingering and entwining his footsteps.

"That's...?"

He turned around and discovered that there was a very special stall not far in front of him.

It's really special.

Many people gathered outside the door, but no one came in. They just stood outside and watched, taking out their cell phones to take pictures from time to time.

This extremely strange scene made Ryota Teshima feel a little strange and he moved forward.

Immediately, he was shocked.

What a handsome kid!

Teshima Ryota doesn't pay much attention to his son, nor does he pay much attention to young people's stuff like industry news. His daughter rarely discloses school affairs to him.

But I just saw Kitaki Minoru.

The adjective 'handsome' appeared in his mind involuntarily.

She does look good.

Her lips are red, her teeth are white, and her black eyes are blinking, which is quite endearing.

He finally understood why the visitors present stopped to take pictures.

This was the first time even he had seen a child with such an excellent appearance.

that is

Why would such a young child appear at the Jingwen High School School Festival?

Could it be that he is the nephew of a teacher in this school?

Ryota Teshima couldn't understand.

It's just that it's impossible to understand.

Already a little hungry, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on the stainless steel pot standing upright in the other party's hand, gently stirring the aroma.

The fragrant fragrance filling the air is gradually revealed from it

As an office worker, Teshima Ryota actually has experience dining at high-end restaurants due to work reasons.

But compared to the high-end dishes he had eaten before, this strange aroma aroused his appetite more.

It made him, who usually didn't care much about food, swallow his saliva.

Could it be that I was really too hungry?

Did you actually have this kind of hallucination?

Teshima Ryota shook his head.

How can this kind of student-level stall be compared with the cuisine of high-end restaurants?

But he was indeed hungry.

Seeing that there was no one in the store, he simply separated from the crowd, opened the nearest back door, and walked inside.

It's just a little strange.

Ryota Teshima was confused.

When he entered, he could clearly feel the gazes coming from all directions.

This look is quite piercing.

Make him confused.

Didn't he just have a meal?

Why are the people around me so dazzling? Like watching him go to the execution ground?

Forget it.

Teshima Ryota shook his head, too lazy to care about these unnecessary things.

Because it wasn't until he walked in that he discovered that the layout of the class booth was actually quite good.

Enclosed bar, chopstick holders, toothpick boxes and other condiments placed on the table.

Even the dining table is a special wooden dining table, not a shoddy piece of desks.

It really has the atmosphere of an unknown street shop.

"Welcome! Guest! Please come this way!"

"Ah, okay, excuse me."

He looked at the girl wearing navy blue waiter clothes walking towards him with a smile on her face.

Teshima Ryota nodded in agreement subconsciously.

Sit down as she arranged.

"A hot towel please."

"Trouble."

It's quite stylish, even the hot towels are ready.

Ryota Teshima sighed inwardly.

If this were the cultural festival they had back then, where people would come in and find a seat by themselves, and then pay and leave after eating - stalls run by high school students shouldn't expect so much, and some people's fried noodles would be half-cooked.

There is no stall like this one. Not only are there people waiting for you, but they also specially prepare hot towels.

The service is extremely considerate and can rival other stores outside.

Especially looking at the infectious smiles of Tsukimi Natsu and Genki in front of them.

Teshima Ryota's originally heavy heart felt a lot lighter.

At this moment, he probably understood that there were so many people standing in the dark outside.

Probably because the service in this store is quite good and the meal charges are much higher than other stalls, so a group of people outside are reluctant to come in.

After all, most of the people who come to visit the cultural festival are students from nearby high schools and junior high schools.

It’s normal to have little spare money on hand.

But he is different.

Although he thinks that his life and career are a complete failure, he is still a standard social person.

At least I can afford to sit here and have a meal.

Not to mention anything else, just Yue Jian Xia He's energetic smile made him willing to make the decision and pay for it!

However--

As Teshima Ryota listened to Tsukimi Natsukazu's question, "What would the guest want?" ’ with a sweet voice, while taking over the thin one-page menu from the other party.

His entire expression changed, and he fell into deep hesitation and disbelief.

Is this too expensive?

The first set meal for 5,000 yen!

The second set meal for 10,000 yen!

no? Are you serious?

Originally, Teshima Ryota thought that this place was a rare high-quality student stall with its exquisite decoration and attentive service.

So you're hiding here waiting for me?

5,000 yen per serving? Or is it just a set meal made by students?

Who put this price on your courage?

Could this be some sort of pig-killing plate?

You have to know that if any stall outside dares to charge more than 400 yen, you have to think carefully.

This store directly charged ten times the price!

Teshima Ryota looked up at Tsukimi Natsukazu in disbelief.

At this moment, he felt that the other party's energetic and enthusiastic smile had become "incomparably black-hearted".

He opened his mouth.

Instinct told him to refuse and get up and leave without hesitation, without even thinking about it.

But when the strong fragrance emanated from the bar, he felt as if roots had suddenly taken root under his feet and he could not lift them up at all.

The words of rejection that were already on his lips suddenly turned into: "Then let's have a set meal No. 1."

Just after saying this.

Tejima Ryota regretted it all of a sudden and wished he could give it to himself twice.

Why did you suddenly act stupid? Are you so hungry that you are dizzy? 5,000 yen for a meal at a student stall like this?

He had a slight headache.

But the words have already been spoken, and I feel embarrassed to speak again if I withdraw them.

At this moment, he finally understood why the group of people outside looked at him strangely, which was a bit irritating.

That was clearly a look at someone who was wronged!

The only thing that made Ryota Teshima feel gratified was that after the order was placed, the student at this stall returned to the kitchen and did not take out the pre-made food package, but started making the food seriously.

But what made him feel something was wrong was why the general in charge was that little boy?

The other two girls are licking the little boy?

Even if you look cute, you can't eat it, right?

The overly reversed relationship in front of him made Ryota Teshima feel bad, and he felt that he might really become the first customer to be ripped off in this stall.

Fortunately, it was seen from his perspective.

The little boy's overall cooking movements were quite smooth, without any sloppiness.

He actually used two pots at the same time without any fuss.

Under such skillful movements.

In just over ten minutes, the set meal was already laid out in front of him.

It's really fast.

Teshima Ryota subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the dishes in front of him.

Then he was surprised.

The dishes in front of him actually had an inexplicable sense of art.

The crystal clear glutinous rice skin rolled up beautiful fresh shrimps, and a small handful of seaweed shreds were dotted on it. With just a pinch of chopsticks, the shrimp meat and the crab roe wrapped in it bulged out as if they were about to ooze out of the glutinous rice skin.

The crispy and tender horse mackerel was fried to a wonderful arc, and the slightly tempting brown color made people's appetites grow.

But apart from all these, what attracted him the most was perhaps the rich "miso soup" placed in front of him.

Japanese miso soup emphasizes light and fresh taste, used to regulate appetite, and supplemented with rice.

But the miso soup placed in front of him was different from all the miso soups he had in mind.

The soup was rich and showed a beautiful brown color, and the shellfish meat was sunken under the soup.

When it was shaken slightly, you could actually see the surface of the rich soup trembling slightly.

The rich aroma aroused the most primitive desire to eat.

It made him swallow his saliva constantly.

He clasped his hands together, held the miso soup, and lowered his head to taste the soup.

An indescribable deliciousness suddenly wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and at the same time, a sense of warmth that could not be described in words suddenly rose in his chest.

The rich and non-greasy fragrance was fragrant.

The soft and fragrant shellfish meat was as soft as silk with just a sip, and it was linked to the deliciousness of the rich soup oozing out of it.

This warmth from the heart, and the freshness that slowly bloomed from the tip of the tongue.

Let Teshima Ryota clearly feel that not only the exhausted body, but also the mental fatigue seemed to be invisibly smoothed at this moment.

This is probably something called "happiness".

Before Teshima Ryota had not fallen into the midlife crisis like now.

When he was still a child who was ignorant of the world, he could often experience this feeling.

At that time.

He squinted his eyes and lay on his grandmother's recliner.

Next to him was a fan that kept spinning.

On the table was a leftover watermelon.

The four-corner photo frame formed by the Japanese-style door outlined such a scene.

The wind chimes made a crisp sound.

The layers of heavy mountains meandered behind.

The sun fell lazily.

Everything was so quiet that it made people's heart move.

But the wind of time blew too fast.

It blew away his innocence at that time, and also blew away his grandmother who loved him. Just a little sand and gravel stirred up by the wind of time could bury his beautiful memories.

From then on, life was left with endless work pressure and family members' anger and sulking.

But those forgotten things did not cease to exist.

The temperature of this miso soup made him feel the temperature of life that he had not seen for a long time.

The bent back gradually straightened.

Teshima Ryota closed his eyes, and tears unconsciously seeped out of the corners of his eyes.

But Tsukimi Natsukazu and Oguchi Yoshiko beside him looked at him as if his whole body and mind had been sublimated, and opened their mouths a little at a loss.

No

It was just a meal.

Why did this person get so angry? Tears came out?

Sure enough, he realized that he was being ripped off. He had to pay 5,000 yen, so he was so distressed that he cried?

I'll write it earlier tomorrow! I want to adjust the update time.

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