As the homeroom teacher of Class A in the first grade, Shinoda was able to accompany the father and daughter around the school with the school leaders, but she did not have the opportunity to interject and have a real exchange with her idol. Feeling that there is a fly in the ointment, she has some regrets, and she can't steal the limelight from the school leaders, after all, a newcomer who has just graduated from college and works here is also a junior, and she naturally plays a supporting role.

Thinking about Shinoda Yona, who is going to be a long time coming, although I was not able to talk to Takeshita Kusa this time, there are many opportunities in the future. As Miyuki Kitagawa's homeroom teacher, she can go to students' homes to make home visits. At that time, I can see my idol again at zero distance to achieve what I want, and even have a face-to-face chat. So, at the back of this group of people, she didn't take the initiative to go forward at all, but couldn't help but be happy when she thought of these things in her mind.

At half past eleven, Takeshita Kusaoke, who led Miyuki Kitagawa, left Waseda Elementary School together after reuniting with Kako Kitagawa. Undisturbed by them, it is rare for them to enjoy this tranquility. Kako Kitagawa, who had collected a lot of business cards, put them in a red handbag and was done. She didn't talk to him, and she knew that there was no need for that, after all, she knew Takeshita Kusa very well from the bottom of her heart, and she didn't like this kind of communication in Vanity Fair.

Kako Kitagawa, who realizes that she will have other things in the future, has been told by Matsui Aki's mother that she will officially establish a mother's association of first-grade class A in the near future. Although this kind of parent association is normal, I strongly feel that the mother's association that is about to be established is not simple and simple. Perhaps, this is the biggest difference between elite schools and ordinary schools, and this is where they be.

At this time, Kitagawa Miyuki, who suddenly put her palms on both cheeks, deliberately pulled the flesh on her face in the direction of her chin, and said to herself: "Dad, when you were not at home, I was starved and thin." Kindness...... Can you take me to eat high-end Chinese food so that I can make up for my good life? ”

"Why don't you say I won't give you food? Not only that, but I also abuse you. Seeing that her daughter's action was to consciously stir up Takeshita Mustard and take it to a big meal, Kitagawa Kako, not only did she dislike her for not being able to get rid of her mouth, but she also didn't like her making up nonsense.

"What kind of mad are you angry at? Isn't that what little girls look like! "I have long known that my daughter has a gluttonous Takeshita grass mustard, but I think she has some fuss. Together with their mother and daughter, they stopped at the intersection of the sidewalk and waited for the green light on the opposite side to prompt them to pass, and said calmly: "Hearing Miyuki say this, it makes me really want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs." ”

"Okay! Isn't it Chinese food? I'll do it. Let's go home together. All you have to do is name me the dish, and I'll make it for you. Kitagawa Kako, who has a good family, looked at the small avenue standing next to her with a smile.

"I'd love to eat what you cooked, but it's time for lunch. When you're ready to eat lunch, you'll be hungry and won't be able to eat much. This time, let's go out to eat. Next time, we'll taste your mastery of cooking. In order to satisfy his daughter's greedy wishes, Takeshita grass mustard found such an excuse in a high-sounding manner.

"Dad was right. This time I went to the restaurant to eat, and next time I stayed at home and ate my mother's cooking. Miyuki Kitagawa, who began to secrete a lot of saliva in her mouth, echoed with a very cute smile.

"Yes, what, yes? You father and daughter know that they have joined forces to bully me alone. Kitagawa Kako, who knew that she couldn't resist them, although she was a little distressed about the high consumption of going to a high-end restaurant to eat Chinese food, she didn't want to ruin the good interest of the two, so she had to reluctantly agree.

After the red light on the opposite side of the sidewalk that was forbidden to pass turned into a green light that could be passed, Miyuki Kitagawa, who was walking in the middle, was holding her father's big hand with her left hand and her mother's white and immaculate hand with her right hand, and she jumped straight through. A family of three who didn't have to take a taxi or walk for a long time went to a high-end Chinese restaurant called Lu Yulou that was located near this area and would go to the last time from time to time. The dishes made by the Chinese chefs here are not authentic Chinese dishes, but have been improved, taking into account the taste of local Japanese people and satisfying the Chinese.

After all, the number one thing for any restaurant is survival, and it's normal to adapt the taste of the dishes to the local customs. Whether it is Chinese cuisine or cuisine from other countries, it will be moderately adjusted to meet the preferences and tastes of consumers in Japan. It is precisely because Beichuan mother and daughter can't eat spicy food that they have such a good place to eat that is acceptable to each other.

A tall young girl wearing a red cheongsam is leading Takeshita Kusao and Kitagawa mother and daughter to walk inward with a professional smile. The place where they passed was undoubtedly the antique decoration, and even a small bridge and flowing water were made indoors. On the stage, a slender young woman wearing a cheongsam performed a guzheng with a melodious sound. Bypassing a screen, the family of three sat down in front of a hollow and carved table one after another, and looking in front of them, there was no obstruction at all, just facing the performance stage, and they could see it clearly.

Kitagawa Miyuki, who had not yet delivered the menu, spoke not Japanese, but Chinese, which she learned from her father, and hurriedly began to order: "A father's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, a mother's favorite white-cut chicken, I want a steamed eastern star grouper, a hundred flowers fish belly, a cup of Sydney stewed bird's nest, and finally a seafood soup." ”

The waitress was a little surprised to hear her tell the names of their signature dishes in such detail. What I heard was not the name of a Chinese dish written in Japanese, but Chinese with a Japanese Tokyo accent. On the one hand, she didn't suspect that they were regulars, and on the other hand, her eyes involuntarily looked at Takeshita Kusaoke, after all, what the little girl said can't be taken seriously, and only what the adults say counts. Otherwise, you will have to lose money.

Takeshita Grass Mustard, who understood what she meant, summed up a few dishes ordered by her daughter, but it was more than enough for the two adults and a little girl to eat. He smiled and nodded, indicating that while serving the food like this, he naturally would not forget Kitagawa Kako, but simply added: "Sydney stewed bird's nest has one more cup, a total of two cups." ”