"Book, what book?" Xueli's spiritual head was not here at all, and it was only when Kitahara Shuji raised the book "The Essence of Acupuncture" that he reacted, and said with a smile: "These, it's my father's." ”

"Mr. Fukuzawa knows Chinese medicine?" This is a bit surprising, Chinese medicine is a little weak in China, but the flowers inside the wall and the fragrance outside the wall are quite popular in nearby countries - RB is better, South Korea is even more powerful! However, according to the nature of the universe Smecta naturally changed its name to "Korean medicine", and Chinese medicine was also changed to "Korean medicine", maybe one day it will be used to apply for the World Heritage again.

"yes, he spent some time in China, and that's where he met my mom. ”

"It turns out that your parents have been to China...... What are you going to do?" said Kitahara Hideji was even more curious.

"My mother was studying in China, and my father seemed to be traveling, and he didn't know what to travel, but anyway, he followed my mother back with a dead face, and then got married. ”

Kitahara Shuji didn't expect to ask about the love history of his parents, he was slightly embarrassed, staggered the topic, patted the book and smiled: "It's really rare to take Chinese medicine as a hobby." ”

It's really rare, and there is a sense of joy that fishermen like to arrange flowers.

Xueli had already sat down drooling and waited for the start of eating, and said casually: "It's not a hobby, my dad opened a medical center." ”

Kitahara Shuji was stunned, opened a medical center? Did you change from a doctor to a chef? This span is a bit big! I couldn't help asking, "Then why do you open an izakaya now?"

"I can't continue to study and work, and I seem to have lost some money...... Before, it was a kendo gym, no one learned, no students could be recruited, and the medical hall was changed after the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and the medical hall did not work for long before it became yellow, and it was changed to an izakaya again, and it has only been done for more than a year, and the future is uncertain. "Strictly speaking, Yukiri Fukuzawa is definitely a frank and good girl, and she doesn't treat Kitahara Shuji as an outsider, so she really has something to say.

"This ......" Kitahara Shuji really didn't expect Daddy Fukuzawa to have this kind of experience, and Yukiri didn't care at all, still had no heart and lungs, a bag of joy: "Don't be surprised, my mother said before, my father is a first-class drunkard, a second-rate swordsman, a third-rate doctor, a fourth-rate cook, and a fifth-rate husband, hahaha!"

She was happy for a while, and then mysteriously leaned on Kitahara Shuji's shoulder and said: "Don't look at my dad now who is serious, he is a fool after drinking, and I don't know how my mother married him." ”

The warm breath in her mouth blew into Kitahara Shuji's ears, and there was a faint sweetness of nectar, and the touch on her shoulders was even softer and elastic, which made Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but tilt his head and look at her-You weren't born when your father was drunk, right? Is it really appropriate to tell me this? Let's be different between men and women, is it really okay for you to lie on top of me?

Xueli didn't care what others thought of her, it didn't matter, she went back after speaking, the duck sat and occupied a large area, and swayed back and forth, with waves in her chest, and as soon as the door opened, Dongmei came in, glanced at her, put down the pot in her hand and gave her a slap on the back of the head, and said angrily: "Sit, sit down, sit down for me!"

This slap was really loud, and Kitahara Shuji listened to it next to him, and Xueli immediately became honest, stuffed his two feet under his buttocks, and touched the back of his head pitifully.

Haruna also came in, very skillfully holding two large trays with some vegetable plates on them.

After Fuyumi suppressed Yukiri, she didn't look at Kitahara Shuji, and directly began to serve soup and rice, while Kitahara Shuji hesitated and looked at the door, but he didn't see Fukuzawa's figure, and couldn't help but ask Yukiri: "Won't Mr. Fukuzawa eat together?"

Yuki didn't answer, and was concentrating on drooling, but I didn't expect Dongmei to answer. She tilted her head and didn't look at Kitahara Shuji, as if she was talking to an invisible person, "He's going to look at the store outside, just in case a customer suddenly comes." Don't worry about him, he usually eats after the store closes...... You can also eat with peace of mind, I don't want the matter between us to involve my younger brothers and sisters, work is work, our grievances are our grievances, we can't mix together, so we will settle our own affairs privately - a fair and just solution! But I will never forget your insult to me in my life, and sooner or later I will settle old accounts with you!"

Xueli also nodded again and again next to her: "That's right, my sister told us outside just now, this is a matter between her and you, it is the love-hate relationship between you, it has nothing to do with us, don't let us interfere, how to get along with you......" She didn't finish her words and received another slap on the back of her head, and Dongmei shouted in shame: "Don't use idioms indiscriminately!"

Xueli was beaten and his head shook, and he muttered in a low voice: "People want to speak more elegantly, just mean it, why do you care so much all day long......"

Kitahara Shuji was a little surprised, not because of the snow, the two hundred and five ignored her, but took a closer look at Fuyumi, and found that although her expression was ugly, her little face was dark, but it didn't seem like a lie, and she was suddenly a little surprised-this little radish head began to be reasonable?

But he didn't care, and smiled: "Waiting for you at any time!"

Fuyumi snorted lightly and filled the soup - there was also Kitahara Shuji, but Kitahara Shuji looked at other people's and found that the tofu was two pieces less than others, and I don't know if she did it on purpose.

Dinner was as simple as rice, miso tofu soup, natto, fried fish cakes, pickles, salted fish, and stir-fried vegetables – all of which were common dishes at RB's normal family dinner. But Kitahara Shuji has no opinion, he came here to work, and he didn't come to be a guest, it's just a working meal, and the whole family eats this, is it just because he has big fish and meat?

He shouted "I'm moving" as everyone shouted, and then gently picked up the bowl and took a sip of the hot miso tofu soup, and was suddenly slightly surprised - not that it was unpalatable, but the problem was that it was definitely not delicious, it could only be said to be ordinary. He saw that the rice and boiled eggs in this wine house were very attentive and meticulous, and he thought that the dishes would be very good, but he didn't expect that it could really only be regarded as average.

Could it be that my taste is different from that of RB people......?

He plucked the rice, saw that the rice grains were crystal clear, and it was really better than the previous cooking by himself, and then he was about to clip a chopstick "Chinese cuisine" - RB tube stir-fry is called Chinese cuisine, in fact, it is stir-fried fresh vegetables - but he was stunned to find that there were obviously two plates just now, and now there are only two empty plates with some pale green soup.

Oh no, there's a little vegetable stalk......

He was stunned, looked up, but saw Fuyumi open the bow left and right, fill herself with a spoonful of rice, and fill a spoonful of vegetables for Akitaro, and then drink a mouthful of soup by himself, and fill a spoonful of rice board for Akitaro, while feeding the child while eating, the little cheeks bulging like a little hamster; Haruna eats slowly and orderly, but the bowl is covered with a thick layer of vegetables, and she is still very calm; Xia Ori and Xia Sha keep pinching each other's vegetables, and there is no dominant hand, the chopsticks keep swapping between the left and right hands, the four arms rise and fall, covering the entire dining table, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, which is dazzling, and the snow around them is making the sound of feeding pigs, and the head is buried in a basin……

Kitahara Shuji was even more stunned, why do you have a basin? He stretched out his head to take a look, and found that it was full of bibimbap, and there were some dishes that were not available today.

Xueli raised her head and wiped her mouth, and asked vaguely, "Why don't you eat it?" Do you think it tastes bad like a fish in your throat? I've told you everything, my dad is a fourth-rate cook, let's make do with it!"

"Ah, no, it tastes good!" Kitahara Shuji praised against his will, and asked curiously, "Why do you eat differently than everyone else?"

There was still half a fish tail at the corner of Xueli's mouth, and as she spoke, she curled up one after another, "This, this is the meal left for me yesterday, and it can't be wasted...... Do you want to try it? I can give you a little bit. She said that in the end, she was a little reluctant and hesitant.

Kitahara Shuji hurriedly refused: "No, thank you, please use it slowly." "You've eaten the same as a pig, I really can't put my mouth down, and I have good intentions. And you seem to be polite like this, and you don't plan to give it to me, do you?

Xue Li breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "Then you can eat it quickly, if you slow down, there will be nothing!" After speaking, she was very bold and took the basin up again.

Kitahara Shuji hurriedly looked at the table again, and found that even the pickled fish was almost gone, only two small fish heads lying on the plate and rolling their eyes, looking dead.

Okay, eat fish head to replenish your brain.

As soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, there was a sudden gust of bad wind around him, and he saw two fish heads in the snow and threw them into his mouth, chewing so loudly that they "clicked", followed by a burst of fierce rice.

Fuyumi served rice at the other end of the table, and reprimanded Akitaro: "I'm almost four years old, I'm already a man, how can I eat a bowl of rice, and eat another bowl! I'm not allowed to leave it! Hmm? What kind of expression is this? I'm not allowed to cry, I'll beat you if I dare to cry!"

There was a commotion at the whole table, Yuki was feeding the pigs, Fuyumi was training the children, Haruna was whispering persuasion, Xia Zhi and Xia Sha finished grabbing the dishes and started fighting again, eating each other's bowls......

Kitahara Shuji is really speechless, your whole family is a fake RB person, right? It's not like this in Japanese dramas, everyone eats slowly, chews slowly, and is polite to each other!

He really couldn't complain, so he came back with a pickle, and began to pick up rice in his mouth, and basically everything on the table except for pickles and natto was killed, but fortunately, there was enough miso soup to barely make up for a meal.

He ate a bowl of rice and drank a bowl of soup, and Dongmei glanced at him from a distance, pursed his lips and ordered, "Haruna, add rice and soup to him." ”

This little white face eats so much......

"Thank you!" Kitahara Shuji handed over the empty bowl, and the snow beside him also wiped his mouth and stretched out the basin, and said vaguely: "Haruna, add some to me, forget it, fill it with ......" Saying that, she glanced at Fuyumi, her voice changed a little quieter, and she said: "Let's add half a bowl first!"

Kitahara Shuji glanced at her in surprise, it turns out that you are not using a basin, but your special rice bowl?