"Are you serious?" Miwako Sato looked in the direction the man was pointing, and after witnessing everything, Miwako Sato's eyebrows bent: "Potatoes and carrots? ”

"Life is full of surprises, and I always keep that in mind, and this is the last lesson I will teach him." Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and as the door of the restaurant opened, the not-so-luxurious decoration made a hint of surprise flash in Miwako's eyes, who walked in after the man.

It looked like a normal restaurant on the side of the road, and it didn't look like business was going well, except for a few employees who were busy unloading the goods, and only the two of them were left.

Why did Katsumi Uehara say that he brought her here on purpose? Because the boss is someone he knows? Secretly speculating, the middle-aged man who was still busy in front of the dining table had just finished directing the two employees to pile up the raw materials in the back kitchen, and when he turned his head, he saw two figures pushing the door in

"Uehara?" The man who saw the person coming was stunned, and then reacted quickly, and after wiping the corners of his plaid shirt with both hands, he greeted him with a smile: "How long have you not been here, and you were worried about me when you were hospitalized before." ”

"I'm worried that I won't see you go to the hospital and send me two fruit baskets." Katsumi Uehara smiled and raised his hand to punch the man in the chest: "I feel sorry for money, right?" ”

"That's it, you don't know the situation in my family, you can save it." The man didn't refute, but happily accepted the slander, but his eyes fell on the strange woman on the side.

"Miwako Sato, my partner." Katsumi Uehara, who became an intermediary at the right time, took the initiative to introduce: "Sato, this is the owner of this small restaurant in Kawamura Takaji. Don't look at the vicissitudes of life on his face, in fact, he is only 37 years old today, and he is in a hurry. ”

"Hello, Kawamura manager." Miwako Sato, who took the initiative to stretch out her hand, was polite, and a little curiosity flashed in her eyes.

The rare round-inch hairstyle at this age is a little smart, but she wears a blue and white plaid shirt and sweatpants that are somewhat nondescript; Visually, the height of this shoe should be more than 1.7 meters and about the same as her, and the two mustaches on her lips should be regularly groomed, and she doesn't look messy and decadent.

"Hello, hello, Officer Sato, when we chatted in private, Uehara didn't mention you a lot, and I admired the name for a long time." The man named Ryuji Kawamura politely shook hands and led the two men in front of him to their seats.

"Just call me Sato, manager Kawamura."

"Alright, okay, you two don't be polite here." Skillfully pulling out a chair and sitting down, Katsumi Uehara, who was like his own home, took the menu that was pinched in his hand by his friend and handed it to his partner, and recommended with a smile: "Kawamura's soba noodle soup base is a must, I highly recommend you to try it, I used to come here to eat after training and didn't want to eat those foods that are difficult to calculate calories outside." Miwako Sato's eyes suddenly fell on the soba noodles on the menu, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "I thought your training was chicken breast, broccoli, sweet potatoes and blueberries every day." "It's very intimate, no wonder it's on the edge of the training base.

"I think too much, I'm not that self-disciplined." Seeing that Miwako ticked a few items on the menu and then handed the menu back to herself, Katsumi Uehara raised her hand and threw it directly to Ryuji Kawamura, who was standing happily on the side: "I'm still the same." ”

"Okay, you wait a minute, I'll go to the back kitchen and cook it for you." Seeing the man turn around and leave after putting away the menu, Miwako Sato raised her elbow and leaned on the back of the seat, lowered her voice and teased: "Took me all this way just to treat me to a bowl of special soba noodles?" ”

"What, can't you?" Katsumi Uehara, who heard this, turned his head, propped his hands on the table with his elbows bent, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile: "Or are you a little disappointed with this lunch." ”

"I'm still curious about your past experiences compared to this soba." It's all here, Miwako Sato doesn't know what the purpose of Katsumi Uehara brought her here, and she said with interest.

"It's been almost 20 years since this restaurant was opened, and Kunihiko Kazukawa and I used to like to eat here, especially after training." Laughing and recalling the past, Katsumi Uehara lowered his eyes, and his tone was a little embarrassed: "At that time, the store manager here was still Kawamura's father. ”

"Kunihiko Kagawa also trained here?"

"No, he's not interested in football, he's just here to wait for me to go with him, to cheer me on as a spectator off the pitch and occasionally fight with me." When talking about this, the man subconsciously chuckled, and raised his eyes to look at the woman sitting directly opposite him: "Old man Gutian should have told you that my ankle was injured in a fight with someone, if it wasn't for a few girls passing by and noticing the police, I'm afraid I would have been in a wheelchair at a young age." Miwako Sato was stunned for a moment, and then, as if she understood what he wanted to say, the speed of her blink suddenly increased a lot: "Well, I said it." Katsumi Uehara raised his head, exhaled a breath and said slowly: "The campus environment in Japan, how to say it, you should also know something, the echelon of the football club is actually similar."

"So Sato, do you know why I fell in love with you soon after I was assigned to the Metropolitan Police Department and after I was assigned to the third department?"

"Uh-huh." Miwako Sato, who didn't know what to say for a while, had to tilt her head slightly, pursed her lips and uttered a few monosyllables of unknown meaning.

The left hand, which fell under the table, clenched its fingers nervously at an angle that no one else could see, and the frequency of blinking became faster and faster.

The reason is clear.

"Look—" Huh

"Are you...... Katsumi Uehara? Before the man could finish speaking, a figure in beige maternity clothes appeared at the door of the restaurant, looking at the man and woman sitting in her husband's shop with a look of astonishment.

The two who were interrupted from talking turned their heads along the way, but the comer made them all stunned-

"Noriko Nagagawa?"

"Noriko Nagagawa?" Another female model, who used to be listed alongside Katsumi Uehara and Kunihiko Kawa on the inside pages of the magazine, has now met again on this unexpected occasion.

Miwako Sato subconsciously glanced at Katsumi Uehara, but also saw the surprise in the other party's eyes.

Didn't you say you didn't know her well? I don't know, I'm really unfamiliar. However, after a brief eye meeting, the two had already exchanged doubts in their hearts several times.

"Uehara, the beef grains are out of stock, I'll replace them for you-" In the next second, Ryuji Kawamura, a middle-aged man who came out of the back kitchen, also saw the situation in the store, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly put down the spatula: "Noriko, why don't you stay at home and raise the baby?" Didn't I say it, I'm fine in the store. ”

"I'm just too bored to stay at home, it's okay, and raising a baby is also a good thing to go." A woman with long hair coiled back her head faces her husband's concern, and the gentleness between her eyebrows is enough to melt the hardest metal in the world.

She looks very temperamental, very beautiful, and the appearance of standing in the backlight while pregnant adds a bit of the unique brilliance of maternal love.

sigh

"Your friend and this Noriko Nagagawa are husband and wife?" Seeing this, Miwako Sato couldn't help but lower her voice and whispered in the man's ear.

The hot breath from her mouth stroked the fluff on his face, causing the earlobes to tickle with feathers.

"I haven't heard him say it." Katsumi Uehara shook his head: "Do you remember what I said when you asked me about Noriko Nagagawa before?" The friend who told me she was working as a barmaid was Kawamura.

"I remember that he said that he had met someone he had seen in a magazine, so he went out of his way to get to know me, after all, it was with me."