Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Hojo Kyosuke looked at the time, it was almost five o'clock.

Maki Kyosuke came to invite him to eat barbecue, saying it was a hundred times better than the Korean barbecue restaurant yesterday. Hojo Kyousuke finally knew where the barbecue smell came from this morning, and he didn't know if the smell on the bed would be dissipated at night.

Rejecting the invitation decisively is also a waste of money. Why not choose to eat with the beautiful senior sister instead of eating with a group of muscular men?

Take a shower and change clothes. In fact, with Hojo Kyosuke's current physique, he doesn't need a coat even late at night, but he still puts it on every time. Miki Okudera may know the reason.

He quickly arrived at the Garden of Words on his bicycle, and Hojo Kyousuke was already very familiar with this road. Although it is said that the only way to get to the Garden of Words from school is to follow one avenue, before when Hojo Kyosuke encountered a fork in the road, he had to look at the navigation, but now he no longer needed it.

Entering the restaurant, Hojo Kyosuke immediately saw Miki Okudera, who was taking orders for a table of guests. He still had that gentle smile, and the plump lips that moved when he spoke were gleaming under the lights of the restaurant.

Miki Okudera, who was communicating with the guests, heard a welcome sound, but did not hear the next sound. Generally, after the welcoming waiter has finished welcoming you, he will hand it over to other waiters to guide you to take your seat and order. In this situation, Hojo Kyosuke is the only one recently.

Miki Okudera, who had been looking forward to it since just now, immediately looked over and saw that it was indeed Hojo Kyosuke who was here. He couldn't help but hesitate when he recommended the dishes, and the gentleness on his face changed into a bright smile showing white teeth.

Hojo Kyosuke saw that Miki Okudera noticed him, and pointed to a table next to him, indicating that he would wait for her there.

Okudera Miki smiled and nodded vigorously, then put on a gentle smile and started ordering.

"You're here."

After handing over the order in her hand to others, Okudera Miki couldn't wait to find Hojo Kyosuke. Many words have come to my lips. I want to ask him if he was in any trouble for not coming to dinner yesterday? I want to bring the sauce I brought for him to taste immediately, thinking...

But after actually coming in front of her, she only said three words with a smile. This may be the difference between a royal sister and a young girl.

"Yes, I can't wait to taste Okudera-senpai's sauce." Hojo Kyosuke said. His staple food every night is steak and pasta, so he can use Okudera Miki's sauce.

“Would you like to taste it here?”

Miki Okudera asked a little shyly. It was really exciting to think about using the sauce made by a novice like herself to match the Italian food made by a professional chef in an Italian restaurant.

"Yes, I believe that Okudera-senpai's sauce will not be worse than professional chefs. And if senior's sauce is really excellent, then I will help you recommend it to the manager and let the restaurant purchase it from you. That way It not only allows you to accumulate some funds, but also helps you improve the formula." Hojo Kyosuke said.

"No, no, no, how can I be better than a professional chef? The chef here, Mr. Yamanaka, trained in a three-star restaurant in Italy."

Okudera Miki waved her hands repeatedly. Sauce can be said to be the most critical thing in Western food. Also, generally speaking, more nutritious things mean that they don’t taste very good, or have a strange taste, or have no taste, and sauce is the key to changing this situation.

So she started researching sauces when she decided to open a restaurant. However, no matter how confident she was in the sauce she had carefully prepared, she was not arrogant enough to think it could be compared with the recipe the chef learned from a famous restaurant.

"Don't be so nervous, senior. Let the kitchen serve the food quickly. I'm almost starving." Hojo Kyousuke did not continue.

"I just asked Tanaka to inform you, but do you really want to use my sauce now?"

"Of course, what you brought should be the sauce for the steak, right?"

"Yes, it's a sauce specially made for steak. It can also be used for pasta."

"Then ask the chef not to put sauce on the steak." Hojo Kyosuke said, without giving Okudera Miki another chance to refuse.

"Then I'll go to the kitchen to make arrangements."

Seeing Hojo Kyosuke's resolute look, Okudera Miki was happy and let go of her nervousness. She had to feed him sooner or later anyway, it was the same everywhere.

The dishes were brought out quickly, and the steak and pasta sauces were served in separate small bowls.

"Okudera-senpai, why are there two bowls of sauce?" Hojo Kyosuke asked, looking at the two bowls of sauce with slightly different colors.

"One is mine and the other is from the restaurant. Come and try which one is more delicious." Okudera Miki smiled slyly and spoke briskly, as if she was happy for completing a prank.

"..." Hojo Kyousuke was speechless.

Damn, why are you giving me a proposition? Immediately, I was thinking about the taste of the food I had in the restaurant in the past. Not only did I say so many encouraging words before, but now I pointed out that the sauce in the restaurant was delicious.

I thought about it for a long time, and all I could think of was the taste of the mass-produced sauce I ate at home in the morning, bought in a convenience store. By the way, don’t these black pepper sauces with steak all taste the same?

"Kyosuke-kun, what's wrong?"

Okudera Miki put her hands on the table, crossed her fingers, rested her pointed chin on her hands, and asked with a smile.

"No, I'm just thinking about which sauce to use first. I'm afraid that the flavor of the latter sauce will be obscured by the previous sauce." Hojo Kyosuke said casually.

"I prepared soda water for you, which should be able to restore the sensitivity of your taste to the greatest extent." Okudera Miki pushed a glass of still bubbling water to Hojo Kyosuke.

"Then I'll start."

Helpless, Hojo Kyosuke picked up the bowl of sauce on the left and poured it on the steak. This time he didn't let Miki Okudera eat it together, there was nothing he could do. Miki Okudera, who had a shy expression before, now looks less like a person waiting for comments and more like a strict reviewer.

Cut a piece of steak, coat the entire piece of meat with sauce and put it in your mouth.

Um?

As soon as his tongue came into contact with the sauce, Hojo Kyousuke felt a clear difference. Even though he couldn't recall the taste of the sauce he had eaten in the Garden of Words before, Hojo Kyosuke was definitely not the one he was eating now.

Different from the thick taste of black pepper sauce, although this sauce still has the mellowness of red wine and the sweetness of vegetables, it has a fresh taste. It was this texture that allowed Hojo Kyosuke to taste the taste of beef more clearly.

Well, it’s not as good as the one sent by my mother, far from it.

"Is this your sauce, Okudera-senpai?"

Gentlemen, please read on. Life and death are in an instant.