As soon as he got off the plane, Jung Sung-hyun went straight to Jiro Ono's sushi restaurant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't sleep all night last night, and he got a preliminary understanding of some things through the Internet. After reading it, the mood was very heavy, and the development of things was a bit beyond imagination.

It is said that the Internet is a double-edged sword, it can make a person overnight, and it can also destroy a person overnight.

It only takes a small starting point to elevate it to the level of patriotism, morality, and insulting xx people, and there will be countless people who don't know the truth to attack it. At that time, no one cares about right or wrong, and all they want is to prove that they are right, and 'that person' is wrong. All the statements that defend 'that person' are morally corrupt and insane.

Jung Sung-hyun is now honored to play the role of 'that person'. On the Japanese Internet, he has become the target of everyone's shouting, and the best thing to say is "hehe", and there is no need to mention the ugly one.

So early in the morning, he got on a plane to Japan and went straight to Jiro Ono. Because no matter what, he still has to deal with it, and before he responds, he must look at the old man's attitude.

Zheng Chengxian went early, Ono Jiro had not yet started business, and the old man sat alone in the antique shop, leisurely sipping tea.

"This guest, the shop hasn't opened yet, if you want to eat, please come back in the afternoon."

As soon as he saw Zheng Chengxian, Jiro Ono hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly, and his words were very polite, without the arrogance that the 'God of Sushi' should have.

Zheng Chengxian took off his sunglasses and returned the salute, and then said softly:

"Mr. Ono, I'm here to visit you."

"Are you ......?"

Ono narrowed his eyes and carefully identified it, and smiled on his old face: "It turned out to be a guest last time~ Please sit down." As he spoke, he warmly beckoned Zheng Chengxian to sit down.

Zheng Chengxian bowed down and thanked him, and sat down opposite the old man.

"I'm really sorry to bother, and I hope Mr. Ono won't be surprised."

"No, no, no! When a guest comes to the door, how can I be surprised? Ono waved his hand and smiled gently: "Besides, what you said last time was quite interesting, I quite like to chat with you." ”

The old man's politeness was beyond Zheng Chengxian's expectations, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment, and then nodded ashamedly: "Before I came, I thought that Mr. Ono would be angry, but now it seems that it is my villain's heart." ”

"Hehehe, you're not wrong, why should I be angry?"

Ono smiled as he picked up a teacup and put it in front of Zheng Chengxian, and said while pouring water:

"I've never said that what I make is art, and I've never dared to admit that I'm the 'god of sushi'. I'm a chef, and it's my greatest wish to make sushi that everyone loves. The fact that customers like my food is the best compliment to me. ”

The old man's open-mindedness made Zheng Chengxian embarrassed, and he couldn't help but bend down and apologize again:

"I'm so sorry I said that last time."

Ono Jiro smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and drank it all with a tilt of his neck, then put down the cup and stretched his hand at Zheng Chengxian and invited:

"Doesn't this guest taste it? It's a rare tea. ”

Jung Sung-hyun picked up the teacup, put it under his nose and sniffed it. A fresh scent of green tea came to the face, and the ochre-red teacup mixed with the turquoise tea to create an unpleasant color.

Imitating the old man's appearance, he also drank the tea, smacked his lips and put down the cup.

"How?"

Jiro Ono asked with a deep meaning in his eyes.

Pursing his lips again, feeling the unique fragrance of tea lingering between his teeth, Zheng Chengxian nodded:

"It's delicious!"

"Hahahaha~~"

Jiro Ono suddenly burst out laughing, and the volume was not at all like that of an old man who was almost ninety.

"Why is Mr. Ono smiling? Did I say something wrong? ”

Zheng Chengxian's ears were a little hot, and he asked calmly.

"No, no, you're right."

Ono smiled and waved his hand, and after a moment he continued: "If my cup of tea were changed to someone else, I am afraid that I would be able to say a lot of beautiful words." It's just a good drink when it's placed here! It's really interesting. ”

Jung Sung-hyun blushed, and for the first time he felt that he might be a rough man.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any research on tea."

Cheeky, Zheng Chengxian found himself under the stairs.

Ono smiled and gave him a full glass again.

"Actually, I can't say what's good about this tea, but I think it tastes good. Like you said—" The old man winked mischievously: "It's just delicious." ”

"Every time my son drank, he would shake his head and say a lot of truths, and I couldn't understand them. So this time, when he went out to buy, I took out the tea, because I was afraid that he would talk at length again. ”

Zheng Chengxian only then knew that the middle-aged man who helped him was his son, and at the same time felt funny about Ono's childlike innocence.

"Where are there so many artists in the world? Not to mention any artwork. I've been pinching a lot of sushi since I started in the industry, and if it's all works of art, wouldn't I be the richest person in the world? ”

Ono laughed playfully.

Zheng Chengxian didn't know how to pick up this stubble, so he could only smile dryly.

"There are countless arts in this world, painting is art, music is art, literature is art, and even the wind in the mountains, the birds in the jungle, etc., etc., can be called art. But what I make is just sushi, something for people to fill their stomachs, and it has nothing to do with art. ”

Ono took another sip of the tea in the small cup.

"Every work of art should have its own unique appeal, which is the vitality of art. Could it be that the appeal of the 'artwork' I create is to 'eat me'? ”

Jung Sung-hyun couldn't help but be happy, and Ono laughed too.

Two men, one old and one young, sat opposite each other, smiling like two fools.

After a while, Jiro Ono asked, "You have caused a lot of trouble this time, do you need me to help you say a few words?" ”

"That's not necessary."

Zheng Chengxian replied proudly: "The only thing I can't stand in this matter is Mr. Ono, and his words under the anger of the day were a bit rude, so I specially came to apologize today." As for the others......"

After a pause, he said contemptuously: "Although I don't have any great skills, I have never been afraid of anyone in a lawsuit." ”

"Backbone~"

Ono praised loudly, and there was a bit of appreciation in his old eyes: "He is worthy of being a famous writer, and if he doesn't talk about anything else, this arrogance alone is worthy of admiration." ”

"Mr. Ono, do you know me?"

Jung Sung-hyun was surprised.

As soon as he entered the door, he called "this guest, this guest", Zheng Chengxian thought that the old man was obsessed with work and didn't care about the world at all.

"Of course I do!"

Ono smiled slyly:

"You Koreans have touted 'genius writers' for several years, how can I not know them? I used to think it was in vain, but these two meetings have made me feel a little different about you. You are indeed a very interesting young man. ”

"The old gentleman has won the prize."

Ono's bearing made Zheng Chengxian respect him more and more as a person, and he was also called a lot more respectful. Then he asked suspiciously: "Since the old gentleman knows me, why did he ...... before?"

"You didn't even give your name, so I don't know. Otherwise, wouldn't I, the 'god', be very faceless? ”

Ono blinked again, and the ravine ravine old face was full of mischievous smiles. (To be continued.) )

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