Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Oh, Irashayimasa!"

In a deep and secluded Edo-style building, a waiter wearing a white kimono with cherry blossom patterns respectfully bowed to Wang Xuebin.

"Chinese? Or Japanese? Can you speak Chinese?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the waiter's expression was slightly paused, and then he reacted and said politely:

"Hello sir, I am a local! Welcome to Wano Sakura Restaurant!"

Seeing the girl standing up, a big man over 1.7 meters tall, Wang Xuebin nodded and said with a natural expression:

"I said, you don't look like a Japanese man with such a tall figure!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the girl's smile suffocated and froze on her face.

"Sir, sir, are you joking? How many sirs, who did you make an appointment with? "

Seeing that the waiter had changed the subject, Wang Xuebin was not embarrassed. He handed over the invitation in his hand and said casually:

"Which one of your biggest and most expensive ones is here? Did your boss not arrange it?"

The waiter took the invitation and looked at it for no reason, saying with a sorry look:

"Sorry, sir, we didn't receive it here..."

"Li Jiang, just teach me here!"

Before the tall waiter could finish his speech, a waiter in a pink kimono and about 1.5 meters tall came up, took the invitation, bowed deeply, looked at Wang Xuebin with a smile and said:

"Hello sir, Li Jiang has just arrived and has little knowledge.

Sir, you are a distinguished guest. Our boss has given you a special instructor. Please go to the Izakaya in Kyoto before, and the boss will come soon!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin stood there, his eyes as if it were real, looking up and down at the short waiter, neither speaking nor moving.

"Sir, is it Mikako so rude?"

The waitress's smiling expression was not changed at all because of Wang Xuebin's movements.

"No, very good, I speak well in Cantonese!"

Seeing that the woman had no evil spirit, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly, as if she had withdrawn her gaze as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile:

"Lead the way and let your boss get faster. I am a man who doesn't have much patience!"

"Waga, right! Do it!"

"I can't understand Japanese, please speak Chinese, thank you!"

"Sorry, Mikako is rude, please do it here sir!"

As they said that, one in front of the two, they went to a Kyoto-style room that was decorated with a simple and simple style, opened the sliding door, and let Wang Xuebin in.

There were two standing statues at the entrance of the room, wearing the armor of the general from the Warring States Period of Japan and the armor was embroidered with Tokugawa Ieyasu's family emblem.

When I entered the door, there was a gray stone Buddha statue on the table opposite the door. There was no incense burner in front of the Buddha statue. It was obviously a decoration and was not worshipped by anyone who believed in Buddhism.

The second is the mahogany knife stand in the middle of the marble dining table. There are two samurai swords without scabbards on the rack, one long and the other short, exuding a stern edge.

"Sir, please come in. Do you need Miwako to serve you?"

Seeing Wang Xuebin stop at the door, the waiter named Mikako smiled slightly and turned his head to ask.

Looking at the short waiter's makeup like a Japanese national anthem, Wang Xuebin shook his head straightforwardly!

"No need, have a glass of clean water, you need ice! Also, close the windows here, turn on the air conditioner and air conditioner, and in hot weather, you don't have to worry about mosquitoes!"

As he said that, he walked in, walked around the tatami, threw down a bag he carried with him, pulled out the ribs on the dining table, and started playing with it casually.

"Hi, Mikako understands, sir, please wait a moment!"

When Mikako saw Wang Xuebin's actions, she didn't care at all. She bowed respectfully and took small steps and slowly retreated out.

In just a moment, the waiter was holding a tray in his hand, and there were two special snacks on it, a pot of water and a plate of ice, coming in a row.

When he arrived in the room, the waiter slowly knelt beside Wang Xuebin, held up the kettle, took the shallow plate placed in front of Wang Xuebin, got a glass of water, took a wooden clip, grabbed a piece of lemon and a piece of ice, and put it into the plate.

"Sir, please use it!"

Looking at the fancy movements, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but shake his head and curl his lips, snatched the kettle, poured all the ice into the kettle, and suddenly filled it with the kettle in his arms.

"Tons tons tons tons tons, ha!"

"Cough! That's what it means to drink water. Who are you going to fool with if you put a plate here?

Such a big plate, less than three plates can make you thirst if you drink this water!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's style, Mikako finally lost her smile, and she was full of complaints and dared not say it. She had to smile and apologize:

"I'm sorry, sir, it's Mikako's, it's not! Mikako will get some more water for you!"

As he said that, he didn't take the pot, got up and bowed, and took a small step back.

Seeing that Mikako was completely shutting down the door and walking away, Wang Xuebin then put away his dissatisfaction expression, picked up the dishes and sniffed it slightly. Sure enough, there were ingredients inside.

Although the taste is light and lemon is used as a cover, this disgusting smell still evokes Wang Xuebin's deep memories.

"Drugs...hehe..."

Wang Xuebin sneered, and sent the plates and water into the storage space. The evidence of the door was not allowed to run away.

"Sir, sorry!"

The door was opened, and this time Mikako walked in with her hands holding a bowl. A few pieces of ice were floating in the bowl, obviously specially prepared for him.

"Miwako was not considerate just now and didn't take good care of her. This is what Miwako has prepared for her again. Please use it slowly!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the huge sea bowl with a question mark and gestured with the difference in his hand.

I don’t know if I don’t measure it, but I’m shocked when I measure it. This bowl is just the same as this rib.

The traditional rib difference between Japan is about thirty to forty centimeters, and this sea bowl is not much different!

"Wow, are you going to feed the cows?"

Wang Xuebin took the blade and gently tapped the edge of the bowl, and couldn't help but shake his head and smack his lips:

"It seems that your boss didn't even point to treat me to a full meal. He was going to use water to fool things!"

A crisp sound was made of the blade and the edge of the bowl. The sound became louder and louder, and gradually spread throughout the hotel. People who heard the sound felt nauseous and nauseous.

As a martial arts master who has dealt with Huang Laoxie in the martial arts world, how could he not understand the technique of sound attack?

But he has no artistic cells and cannot learn how to play and sing well. He only learned percussion music and always felt that he could not show off.

"Mr. Wang is so elegant and happy. I wonder what kind of song this is, can you give me advice?"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the sliding door behind Wang Xuebin used to separate the room was slowly opened.

A graceful woman in a red and black kimono, sitting leaning on the tatami, looked lazy and tired.

Hearing the sound, Wang Xuebin didn't look back, stopped moving, and said with a smile:

"Shulaibao, beggars for beggars. If you don't treat me well today, I won't leave!"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled when she heard this, and immediately showed a charming temperament.

She didn't get up, and just crawled over like a catwoman, hugged Wang Xuebin's back, followed his arm, and gently removed the ribs in his hand.

"What did Wang Jun say? I invite Wang Jun to come, so naturally I won't let Wang Jun return empty-handed!

But the weapon that Wang Jun was holding was so scared that I didn’t dare to show my head..."

As she said that, she still let out a slight breath in Wang Xuebin's ear, and the atmosphere was very ambiguous.

A voice of anger sounded in his ears, and a faint fragrance filled Wang Xuebin's breath. Wang Xuebin let go of the rib gap in his hand and chuckled softly:

"Haha, this is mine. I just heard that you Japanese people like to use this thing as a tool for septum. If you are curious, use it to play with it!

I just don’t know how many people have been executed by this fierce blade?

Miss Miko, Western Association!”