After hanging up the phone with Kakari of Jinguji Temple, Takemichi went to the living room. Fujima Shinichi's family had already prepared their meals and waited for Jinguji Martial Arts to take their seats.

Shinichi Fujima's lifestyle is quite traditional, or rather retro. This is also reflected in the furniture in the restaurant. Jinguji Martial Arts has long used a normal dining table, but here in Fujima Shinichi, the traditional table is still used, and everyone who eats has their own seats, and all of them are seated.

And the diners are not able to sit comfortably on the chairs, but need to kneel on the tatami mats, and there are not many meals on the table, all of which are delicate small plates.

"Jinguji Martial Arts, come and sit here." When Takemichi pushed open the door of the living room, there was a family of three sitting in the living room. Fujima Shinichi sat on the main seat facing the door, and beside him, there was a beautiful woman kneeling, with a clean face and dignified manners, just looking like she was in her thirties, and at this time Fujima Shinichi was placing dishes and chopsticks.

And in the right hand position of Fujima Shinichi, Takako Fujima is sitting with her eyes closed, as if she is meditating? The place on the left hand side of Fujima Shinichi is empty, and the food and dishes are already placed on it, and the position that Fujima Shinichi points to is this position.

"Uh.... Good. ”

This scene was too strange for martial arts, and in his memory, even the strict Jingu Temple family, that is, his grandparents' house, was not so particular. Martial Arts, who encountered this situation for the first time, was a little at a loss when he walked to his seat, and sat down like Fujima Shinichi.

But because the table is so low, sitting on the seat with the height of martial arts makes me feel uncomfortable anywhere.

Fujima Shinichi watched all the small movements of martial arts, was silent for a while, and said to the woman beside him: "Hanako, buy a set of tables and chairs at home tomorrow, the normal kind." ”

"Hmm."

The beautiful woman sitting next to Fujima Shinichi hummed softly, and after setting up the dishes and chopsticks for Fujima Shinichi, a pair of beautiful eyes swept to the Jinguji Martial Arts on the side.

"Martial arts, I'll call you like this in the future, it's kind."

"I'm here to introduce you, this is my wife, Hanako Fujima."

"Hanako, this kid's name is Jinguji Martial Arts, and he will often come to his house to learn judo in the future."

Fujima Shinichi gently patted Hanako's back, pointed to Jinguji Martial Arts, and introduced. Wu Dao nodded slightly, and greeted him with a little restraint, "Hello, Teacher Hanako." ”

The beautiful woman smiled and nodded, and said softly, "Martial arts, right?" Thank you for your trust in my husband and your willingness to learn judo from him. ”

"Shinichi's temper is a little bad, so please bear with me."

"If there's anything that doesn't go your way, you can tell me."

Hanako Fujima said with a smile, her eyes bent into a crescent shape, kind and gentle.

"It's an honor to study with Shinichi-sensei."

"By the way, Shinichi-sensei, my parents have agreed that I will learn judo with you."

"But tomorrow my parents want to come over to visit in person, I don't know if it's convenient for you, teacher?"

Wu Dao said that his parents planned to visit him here tomorrow, after all, they were guests, and it was still necessary to communicate in advance.

"Well, no problem!"

"It's to take a look, to reassure parents."

"Don't be stunned, let's eat."

Fujima Zhen nodded and answered, and then saw that Martial Arts was sitting upright in his seat and did not move his chopsticks, so he hurriedly said. Fujima Shinichi himself is a person with very strict rules, but his rules are more about restraining himself, and for others, he doesn't ask them to follow any rules.

It's just that his wife Hanako herself is from a prestigious family, and the rules are already very heavy, and his daughter has also developed such a habit in the subtle influence of the couple.

However, when Fujima Shinichi realized that Martial Arts did not adapt to the rules of their family, he also showed full tolerance.

"Thank you, Shinichi-sensei."

Wu Dao was already hungry, and when he heard this, Wu Dao immediately thanked him, and then picked up his chopsticks and began to sweep the food in front of him. Martial Arts has a lot of exercise today, so the amount of food is much larger than usual. And although the meals prepared by the Fujima family are exquisite, they are not large.

In just a few minutes, Wu Dao swept away the food in front of him, and this was still the time that Wu Dao spent paying attention to his eating appearance, so you can imagine how small the amount of food was.

Wu Dao dares to say that even if it is those Jiangnan restaurants in China, the amount of dishes will not be so small.

After eating, Takemichi put his chopsticks on top of the chopstick rest, looked at Takako Fujima, who was sitting opposite and chewing slowly, and Fujima Shinichi and Fujima Hanako, who were concentrating on eating, and became a little embarrassed for a while.

The amount of food he eats seems a little out of place?

"Wu Daojun, I'll give you a little more, I think you shouldn't have eaten enough."

"In fact, in our family, the dim sum we eat at three or four o'clock in the afternoon is satisfying."

"Dinner at this time is not so much dinner as a snack, so the amount of food is not large."

"But you don't have to worry, I know you're going to stay for dinner, so I've prepared some more."

Hanako Fujima obviously noticed Martial Dao's embarrassment, put down her chopsticks, and said with a smile.

Wu Dao didn't refuse, bowed slightly towards Hanako, and thanked: "Thank you, Hanako-sensei, then I'll trouble you." ”

Hanako was about to get up, but Takako Fujima on the opposite side put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, and then got up first and said to her mother: "Mom, sit down, I'll go and serve a meal to Martial Arts-kun." ”

As she spoke, Takako Fujima left her seat, came to Martial Arts, and left the restaurant with the entire tray. By the time Takako returned again, a new meal had been placed on the tray.

"Thank you." Wu Dao thanked him softly, and then picked up his chopsticks again. However, this time, Wu Dao deliberately slowed down his eating speed, eating at someone else's house, adding rice is already a bit rude, and it would be too much to add it again.

Fujima Shinichi's family didn't talk when they ate, and Martial Arts didn't take the initiative to find a topic because of the embarrassing situation, and this embarrassing meal ended soon in a dull atmosphere.

After dinner, Takedo followed Fujima Masao to the dojo, and after a brief exchange of views about the time and training plan for learning judo after Martial Arts, Takedo got up and took his leave.

Before leaving, Takedo left his contact information and noted the approximate location of the mansion.

And when Wu Dao returned home, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, and his parents had already fallen asleep. After a brief wash, the tired Martial Arts curled up on his bed and fell asleep.

...

The cold moonlight poured from the sky.

In the hotel, Xiandao Akira was lying on the tatami mat by the window, his hands resting behind his head and staring blankly at the night outside the window, and in his mind, the scene of the afternoon game was like a book turning page by page.

"I can't imagine that Kanagawa has such a master."

"If we meet Takeshi Middle School in the national competition and don't find a way to deal with that guy, I'm afraid we will still lose."

"Mitsui Shou..... I remember you! ”

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