Drinking the hot tea brewed by Sakurai Kazuki, full of warmth in body and mind, Han Feng and the two began to chat until the meal began.

Han Feng's good talk made Sakurai Kazuki a little surprised, of course, it was more because Han Feng was better at talking and knew how to listen more than telling himself.

But no matter what you say, most of the time Han Feng occasionally mentions it, just enough to play the finishing touch, and has lived in the puppet Manchukuo for several years, Sakurai Kazuki, who thinks he knows a lot about Chinese culture, met his opponent this time.

First Chinese chess, then Chinese culture, the young man in front of him is no worse than him, a self-styled old pedant who is more than half a hundred years old.

It's just that when Sakurai Kazuki mentioned this culture, Han Feng didn't seem to know much, just some common sense on the surface, that is, the people of Manchukuo also knew a little bit.

However, Sakurai Kazuki understands this, using Han Feng's words, he has been traveling around since soon after graduating from school, and he doesn't know much about the world, but he loves this Chinese culture, so he followed the application in the travel department and came to this Manchukuo.

Japanese Han Feng speaks quite good, very pure Tokyo dialect, which Sakurai Kazuki quite appreciates, and then connects with Han Feng's surname, and feels more and more that the young man in front of him is in line with his appetite.

It was actually two or three o'clock in the afternoon when lunch started.

Han Feng set off from Liaoyang early in the morning, but the speed of the train in this period was relatively not fast, and it was already past noon when he arrived in Xinjing, and then he rushed all the way to Sakurai Kazuki's house, and when lunch was ready, it was naturally a little late.

It doesn't hurt.

The lunch was so sumptuous that Han Feng couldn't imagine how Kazuki Sakurai's wife, Kazuka Sakurai, could make this exquisite meal on the wooden table in such a short time.

Yes, the lunch that Han Feng saw was exquisite, not sumptuous.

Han Feng and Sakurai Kazuki each had a tray in front of them, and there were a total of six delicate small plates on the tray, plus a porcelain bowl, each plate had a different shape, the workmanship was very exquisite, the shape was novel and beautiful, and the porcelain bowl was also small and clear.

If Chinese eat here, they may think that these eating utensils are a bit overkill, and they are too exquisite.

The plates are placed in a circle, and in the middle of the plate are rice balls, and yes, rice balls decorated with seaweed.

Maybe Sakurai Hexiang thought that Han Feng's meal would be larger, so she put two more rice balls in Han Feng's small plate, and the rest of the dishes were fish meat, sauce, kimchi, cold greens, miso and the like, and the porcelain bowl seemed to be radish soup.

The overall amount is not large, and Han Feng even feels that even if he eats this tray of food by himself, there is no leftover in his stomach, and it is estimated that he will be half full.

But you can't deny that they make it very exquisitely, with all the color, flavor and flavor, and the matching is equally reasonable.

I said that I have always been demanding more about the culture of food, not too much.

This point is undoubtedly very reasonable in Han Feng's opinion, the activities of the human body can absorb enough nutrients, and too much food will only lead to the body's obesity and the degradation of consciousness.

As for meals.

Han Feng learned a lot from Latham and Watson's father, Li Guo, plus what he already knew, it can be summed up as nothing more than:

You can't gobble it up, and you can make a sound when you chew food in large gulps.

You can't slurred your words while eating food in your mouth.

There can be no uncivilized behavior at the dinner table, and no food can be served to others.

Eat the dishes and chopsticks, sit as straight as possible, and put the bones and fish bones in the extra plate or tray very carefully.

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Figuratively described, it was not like eating when I was eating, but like I was carrying out a very ceremonial sacred activity.

At this point, Han Feng appreciates the culture left by his ancestors.

If you really eat like a little devil, then eating itself has lost its most fundamental meaning and pleasure.

"Kojiro, please!" Sakurai Kazuki spoke, Han Feng knelt upright, his expression was natural, his manners were polite, and he spoke calmly, even if it was not bad compared to those promising young people in China he had seen.

Sakurai Kazuki looked at Han Feng's expression again, becoming more and more satisfied.

When eating, there are only three people, Han Feng, Sakurai Kazuki, and Sakurai Hexiang, and when there are guests, the children will not be on the table.

But the only ones who really use chopsticks are Han Feng and Sakurai Kazuki.

At this moment, if it is Chinese culture, Han Feng will naturally invite Sakurai Hexiang to eat together, but this family is all himself, don't be stupid.

Sakurai Hexiang Wenwen knelt quietly on the side, like a servant waiting for Han Feng and the two to eat, waiting for the dispatch to be ordered at any time.

Han Feng was indeed hungry, so he ate more carefully, gently picked up a rice ball with chopsticks, just bit off half of it, and then chewed slowly with his whole mouth closed.

"How?" Kazuki Sakurai put a whole rice ball in his mouth and chewed it, but before he could completely swallow it into his stomach, he asked.

Han Feng: "......"

This old guy doesn't follow the rules, but he is also a teacher who teaches and educates people, and he doesn't have a sense of ritual that he should have when he eats.

"It's very good, the mellow of rice, the aroma of seaweed, the two flavors are mixed together, and I can't even chew it in my mouth, and my predecessor has a wife who is an excellent cook."

Sakurai Aika on the side covered her mouth and chuckled.

Sakurai Kazuki said: "Madame is indeed skillful in cooking, and this Ayako is like her mother, and the meals she cooked at a young age can already be equal to her mother's cooking." ”

Han Feng was a little stunned, "It turns out that Ayako's cooking skills are also so good." ”

"Of course, Kojiro, please feel free here, don't be restrained, you can add more if the rice ball is not enough, in this Manchukuo, except for us, no one else can eat rice."

"Is it an economic prisoner?"

"You've heard of this too?"

"Yes."

"Rice, white flour, soybeans, these are first-class staple foods, we have to give priority to our army and people, the Manchukuo originally planted very little rice, we arrived and found that the land here is very suitable for planting our Hokkaido rice seeds, so they were introduced and began to plant in large quantities, and the impact on them that they did not eat rice was not great."

Han Feng smiled, and then fell silent.

There was silence for a while, and the two ate quietly.

Sakurai Kazuki suddenly asked again, "Kojiro, how old are you this year?" ”

"Twenty-six."

"Is there a marriage match in the family?"

"Nope."

"Then, in the words of the Chinese, it's time to talk about marriage." Kazuki Sakurai raised his wine glass with a smile and drank one with Han Feng.

Han Feng was speechless, this old devil is still worried about his marriage?

No, Han Feng came back to her senses, Ayako looked like she was in her early twenties, and she said that this woman was still living in her father's house at such an age, and it seemed that she was also an "older leftover girl" who was in a hurry to get married.

To put it this way...... This old devil is ready to recruit himself as a son-in-law?

“……”

Han Feng looked at the expressions of the two people in front of him again, and confirmed his guess more and more.

It's just to mock, the devil knows if Sakurai Kazuki in front of him knew that he was Chinese or the Eighth Route Army, would he regret his intestines again.

As for Ayako, although Han Feng is not interested in Yue himself, and hates these Yue Ben invaders, he also knows that his hatred for the invaders should never be placed on these innocent people who did not participate in the invasion, and were even kept in the dark.

Then there is no way, Han Feng has made up his mind, if Sakurai Kazuki really mentions this matter, he must clearly refuse.

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