Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"The vice president and his friends are going to have Korean barbecue later, so they should be happy to invite you."

Looking at his elder brother's appearance, Kisaki Tetsuta had a bad idea. I can't be the only one unlucky. And Maki Kyosuke, that rich boy, probably doesn’t care about a barbecue.

"Korean BBQ!" Miyami Mitsuha's eyes suddenly lit up and she exclaimed in a low voice.

"yes."

Seeing his elder brother's reaction, Tetsuta Kisaki was a little confused. Is a little Korean BBQ worth all the fuss? He knew that Hojo Kyosuke had been eating Italian feasts these past few nights.

"I'm going, I'm going."

Pictures that appeared in food magazines and videos appeared in his mind, such as sizzling grilled meat and delicious-looking kimchi. Miyamizu Mitsuha swallowed.

In fact, Japanese barbecue is similar to Korean barbecue. The biggest difference is the heating method. Japanese BBQ is grilled over an open flame, while Korean BBQ is grilled over a dark flame. In terms of meat processing and sauce matching, Japanese barbecue is more delicate than Korean barbecue.

However, there isn’t even a serious barbecue restaurant in Itomori, let alone Korean barbecue!

"If you are already hungry, shall I inform them to end the club activities early?" Tetsuta Kisaki could only interpret his elder brother's behavior as that he was hungry.

"Uh-huh."

Sure enough, as Hojo Kyosuke said, Kisaki is really a reliable friend. And Kyosuke Maki, too, he actually invited me to have barbecue, he’s such a nice guy!

The commander spoke, and except for some people who wanted to participate in the competition stayed to continue practicing, the others decisively retreated.

The barbecue place was not far from the school, and everyone walked there together.

"It's so expensive!" Mitsuha Miyamizu sighed inwardly. Any piece of meat on the menu would cost her a month's living expenses.

"Hojo, hurry up. Or are you so used to eating your old white beef that you don't like these meats anymore?"

Kyousuke Maki looked at his boss motionless with the menu and joked.

"White beef?" Mitsuha Miyamizu asked doubtfully.

"Yes, it's super delicious! You brought the kendo part to us before. You said it was sent to you by your mother back home in Hokkaido."

Onizuka Eikichi then said that he was sitting at a table with Danma Ryuji, Maki Kyosuke, and Hojo Kyosuke. Guan Yuan Daigao stayed in the kendo club to continue practicing, while the other members sat at another table.

"Oh, I still have a lot of beef at home. If you still want to eat it, I'll share it with you next time."

Mitsuha Miyamizu remembered that it was written in Hojo Kyosuke's memo that if you are hungry at night, you can use the beef in the refrigerator to cook.

"But you don't have to go to the Garden of Words tonight?" Maki Kyosuke asked.

When Hojo Kyousuke left yesterday, he briefly said that his mother at home asked him to go to this place for dinner every night.

"The Garden of Words and Leaves?" Mitsuye Miyami asked in confusion.

"Yes, wasn't this where you went to eat last night? That Italian restaurant in Shinjuku."

Mitsuha Miyamizu quickly took out her phone, and sure enough, there was an unread message on the screen. The sender's profile picture is that of a beautiful woman with brown hair.

"Kyosuke-kun, aren't you coming to dinner tonight?"

Oops, did you break the appointment? Mitsuha Miyamizu reflexively wanted to apologize, but then she thought of what Kyousuke Hojo had written in red letters not to reply to his message.

Humph, I won’t reply if I don’t reply. I’ll let you apologize tomorrow!

Putting away her phone, Mitsuha Miyamizu continued to look at the menu, raised her head and asked Maki Kyosuke, "Can I order all of these?"

This must be confirmed again, otherwise I'm afraid Hojo Kyosuke's wallet may not be enough to eat.

"Of course, I heard from Tetsuta Kisaki that you are a big eater, so feel free to eat as much as you want." Maki Kyousuke nodded.

"Then I'm not welcome!" Mitsuha Miyamizu rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, a gesture that startled Maki Kyousuke, who is a relatively young man.

The charcoal fire is lit, the grill pan is preheated, and the range hood starts to work.

The first thing that was brought up were some complimentary side dishes, such as boiled cauliflower. Even though I eat these every day in Itomori, this is the cauliflower from a Korean BBQ restaurant in Tokyo!

So Mitsuha Miyamizu dipped the sauce on the plate with great expectation and stuffed it into her mouth. It was neither soft nor hard...well, it was just ordinary cauliflower. She even felt that it was not as delicious as the ones grown by her neighbors nearby. .

Then the cold noodles were served, and Mitsuha Miyamizu had great expectations for it. What she saw when she opened the lid did not disappoint her. Milky white soup, thin lavender noodles, topped with shredded pork, shredded cucumber and half of the candied eggs.

Putting her hands together and holding the chopsticks between her thumb and index finger, she bowed devoutly to the cold noodles. Miyamizu Mitsuha carefully picked up the sugar-coated egg and took a bite. The runny yolk immediately flowed down the gap, and then she ate the rest in one gulp. All the eggs were eaten.

After mixing it casually, Miyamizu Mitsuha picked up a bunch of noodles mixed with shredded cucumber and put it into his mouth. It has a slightly cool taste, and the noodle soup is mellow and slightly sour, which relieves greasiness and is appetizing.

tasty!

Mitsuha Miyamizu admitted that she shouldn't have called Hojo Kyousuke a loser before. If it were her own body, she might not be able to eat anything else after finishing this bowl of cold noodles. Unlike now, after finishing the cold noodles in three mouthfuls, she can still look forward to the next barbecue.

Finally, the waiter came with a trolley and meat. Miyamizu Mitsuha picked up a piece of thick-cut pork belly with alternate fat and thin, and then carefully spread the trembling meat on the baking sheet.

The edges of the pork belly gradually changed color and became raised, leaving oily traces along the baking pan. The rising smoke was sucked away, and Miyamizu Mitsuha vigorously wiggled his nostrils.

"Hojo, do you want your meat to be cut smaller?" Maki Kyousuke, who was sitting opposite her, asked.

Mitsuha Miyamizu habitually wanted to ask for it, because girls usually make these things into smaller pieces when eating in order not to appear rude, but before she could say anything, she remembered that she was a boy now!

"No!" Mitsuha Miyamizu said decisively, and then used tongs to turn the barbecue over.

Looking at the pork belly that had turned a little brown, Miyamizu Mitsuha felt a strong sense of hunger coming over him.

After an excruciating wait, Miyami Mitsuha already held a perilla leaf in her left hand and was ready.

Finally, the piece of pork belly in front of her was ready to eat. Miyamizu Mitsuha raised his chopsticks and picked them up towards the grilled meat as if performing some kind of ritual.

Put the barbecued meat on the perilla leaves, pour the dipping sauce on it with a small spoon, spread the kimchi on the barbecued meat and stuff it into your mouth.

Mmm~ It’s so delicious to eat in big gulps.

Mitsuha Miyamizu hummed with satisfaction in her heart. After chewing some rough perilla leaves, the unique flavor perfectly combined with the oily aroma of barbecue. Kimchi is also very refreshing, and its crisp texture, which is different from barbecue, makes the food more layered.

“Want beef tongue?”

Maki Kyosuke asked, even though Hojo Kyosuke was his boss. But when facing this eldest son who is many years younger than him, he will always unconsciously want to take care of him more. After all, it can be said that Hojo Kyosuke was forcibly promoted to the boss position by him.

"Yes!" Miyami Mitsuha nodded vigorously.

Lifting the bowl and letting the other party put the grilled beef tongue directly on the rice, Miyamizu Mitsuha picked up a large ball of rice with chopsticks and put it into his mouth together with the beef tongue.

happiness.

After eating a barbecue until it was dark, Miyamizu Mitsuha declined the offer of her subordinates to send her home and took the subway alone.

If someone else were to take the subway alone at this point, they might start to feel depressed late at night, and all kinds of lonely and lonely emotions would flood their hearts.

But Mitsuha Miyamizu had lived in Itomori, where there were only two trains a day since she was a child. Sitting on the subway that was still running late at night, she just felt full of novelty.

I turned my head and looked out the window. The night was getting darker, the lights were on, and Tokyo began to show another side.

Let’s go out and have some fun next time we swap.

Mitsuha Miyamizu yawned and thought happily.

After returning home, Miyamizu Mitsuha originally wanted to visit Hojo Kyosuke's home, but a strong sleepiness came over her. She didn't even bother to take off her clothes and just lay on the bed. She spent all her life's perseverance to open her phone and hurriedly typed a few notes on the memo. words, and then fell asleep.

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