Thirty minutes later, the vehicle arrived at one of the most expensive restaurants in Tokyo, Kuroki.

If this section of the road is changed to a taxi, it is estimated that Tang De and Quentin will cost hundreds of dollars.

And the Suzuki sisters have been massaging the two of them all the way, but there is nothing else to do, at most they sit in the center of Tang De's two legs, putting his thighs on their own legs and kneading them carefully.

However, smelling the fragrance of her body up close and feeling the tenderness of her thighs can't help but make people's hearts ripple.

For example, Quentin has been making bad jokes with Don De without a match, and it seems that he has been trying his best to avoid showing himself embarrassment.

When he got out of the car, without the service of the Suzuki sisters, he was still reminiscing about the charm of foot art, and subconsciously asked Tang De: "Tang, do you think Tokyo people's feet will look good?" ”

Tang De looked at Quentin with a hopeless look: "Why don't you let the Suzuki sisters show up in the movie?" ”

"emmmm, forget it, I think Lucy Liu can try."

Tang De shrugged, and then the two of them entered the famous Kuroki cuisine under the leadership of Ogawa Sugi.

"Welcome guests......" Middle-aged mother-san, who was wearing a black kimono and stepping on clogs and combing her hair into a bun at the door, stood in front of the door, welcoming Tang Deok and Quentin with a perfect and toothless smile.

Then she opened the door and led the two into the corridor illuminated by warm golden light.

"Da-da-da-da." The sound of clogs on the floor was crisp, and it didn't take long for several people to be led to the door of a large box, "Wow! Mama-san pushed the carved wooden door open and bent down to 90 degrees while backing back: "どうぞ (please)"

Tang De and Quentin walked into the house, and Ogawa Sugijie closed the door for the two of them.

But in front of them was not a place to eat, in the center of the room was an unexpectedly small garden rock, green dark stones stacked on top of each other, and a few clumps of bamboo beside them.

There was also a door opposite them, and the faint sound of silk and bamboo could be heard from inside.

"It's amazing." Quentin was amazed at all of this, and Donde skirted the stone to the real inner door and gave it a nudge.

In the next second, it suddenly opened up, and there were two rows of wooden tables neatly arranged in the thirty-square-meter room. In the middle, there is a long pool, and at the end of the two, there are towering miniature pines and garden rocks, and two men in white kitchen clothes are busy.

Closer to the table, Don and Quentin saw that the pool in the center of the table was actually a ring, and the chefs had pinched out the sushi and put it on a tray and floated down the water, and the water would carry the dishes to the wooden table, and the girl with the same number of wooden tables would sit at the table and serve the food.

"It's amazing!" Quentin's eyes widened.

Tang De also raised his eyebrows, he knew that the source of this form was Huaguo's Qushui Liuzhen, but he didn't expect to see a modern version today.

I have to say, it's still a small day to play.

After reading this, I looked up at the wooden tables on both sides, and found that there was no one on the left, and two men in suits and leather shoes sat on the right.

One of the men with gold-rimmed glasses stood up and bowed slightly after seeing Tang De and the others: "Welcome two to come, the contemptible person is Horipro's president Hori Weikiki, please take a seat!" ”

Quentin learned the etiquette of Tokyoites on a square blanket and knelt down to sit, but Tang De sat cross-legged directly, and Quentin was a little dumbfounded, thinking that this is also the way to sit in Tokyo? But it looks really comfortable, better than sitting on your knees.

Hori was also stunned when he saw this way of seating, but then laughed: "It seems that Mr. Norton is not used to our etiquette, which is normal, after all, it is your first time in Tokyo." ”

"Who said I was coming to Tokyo for the first time?" Tang De said directly in Japanese, and then resumed his English in Hori Wei's surprised look: "It's just that the doctor said that my knee is not suitable for bending downward." ”

"I see, you can speak Japanese, so it seems that you must be interested in our culture." Hori Weiyi Yoshiki smiled, and with his gold-rimmed glasses, it was easy to associate with the word Sven scum.

Tang De smiled: "What interests me the most in Tokyo is AV, and I also learned my Japanese from above, so the words may be rude." ”

"Hehehe." Hori is a little embarrassed, although AV is the most well-known industry in his country, but that doesn't mean that Tokyo people are not ashamed of it.

There is a strange sense of shame among all the people in this country, and they don't want to cause trouble for other people, because that would make a bad impression, so they will hide it in their hearts no matter what.

But under such grievances, over time, when other people help a little bit in life, they will be grateful to others and want to grab the ground with their heads.

However, when it comes to real big things, they often seem blind and self-serving, making the exact opposite choice of normal human beings.

This strange sense of shame is also one of the reasons why the whole society has become more and more depressed in the past ten years.

However, what is really ashamed of Hori Weiyoshi is that he runs an artist agency, but Tang De never leaves the AV artist, which reminds him of himself and what he is doing.

But he quickly adjusted, smiled again, and said, "Mr. Donde, I'm really joking, if you like, I can mail you a complete set of CDs as a thank you when you leave Tokyo." ”

"That's really good, I really want to collect all kinds of series...... Tang De put his hands on his knees: "But let's talk about things first, after all, I don't plan to receive gifts casually before I'm sure it's a Hongmen banquet." ”

This sentence made Hori Weiyoshiki's expression stiffen again, and he felt as if he was completely led by the nose in this conversation.

And Quentin on the side has already stretched out his thumb under the table and made a "" lip shape to Tang De, he is not a fool, even if he tastes some benefits, but the form of whistles is the majority, and the two have no actual gains.

It can only be said that the people of Tokyo are indeed very particular about the sense of form, and even the unimportant places are very fine, perhaps this is the so-called "craftsman" spirit?

Although, in Donde's view, this is useless, vain capitalist formalism.

And he remembers the general situation of this Horipro artist agency, and he once learned about it when he was mixed in Tokyo, this company was known for having many famous female artists such as Yamaguchi Momoe in the early days, and later it was also listed on the stock market, and reached a talent show cooperation with the TV station, which is one of the oldest large-scale artist agencies in Tokyo.

It's just that during this time, several TV series starring their top artists have unexpectedly failed, and the stock has fallen.

Perhaps they came to Don and Quentin for this reason.

Thinking about this, Tang De vaguely understood their intentions, but didn't speak, just watched them continue to perform.

"Mr. Donde, please don't worry, and Mr. Quentin, Mr. Otsuka's banquet is a delicacy that you have to taste." After saying that, Hori Wei Yoshiki clapped his hands gently, and the pool in the center of the table immediately began to flow.

The two chefs under the pine and cypress also cut and kneaded the fish and rice balls in their hands one by one, put them on a plate and flow down the water.

The kimono ladies in front of Tang De's table also picked up the tray in front of them and sent it to Tang De and Quentin's table.

It was at this time that Tang De saw the face of the girl in front of his table clearly, but this glance made him realize that he seemed to have seen her somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, when the girl handed the chopsticks to Tang De, he suddenly realized who the person in front of him was.

"Kyoko Fukada?"

"Hey?" Kyoko Fukada looked at Tang De suspiciously, unexpectedly that this guest actually knew her.

It's really a big deal, Tang De tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the cute-looking, big-eyed, and somewhat kawaii beauty in front of him was Kyoko Fukada, who was known as "Fat Gong".

The reason for this name is because her body is very hot and full of flesh, and all kinds of photos she has taken perfectly confirm this.

So it's normal for Tang De to know her, after all, he had studied a lot of small day photo albums at that time.

"Do you know me?" Kyoko Fukada asked again, she was wearing a red kimono at the moment, her chest was wide open, full and seductive.

"I've seen your pictures before." Tang De didn't say much, but Kyoko Fukada laughed: "It's my honor, Mr. Tang De, I think you're really handsome." ”

Tang De curled the corners of his mouth, took the chopsticks in her hand, picked up the fish and sushi in the tray and put it in his mouth.

The next moment he stretched his eyebrows, the fish was indeed fresh, and it was still playing when he bit into his mouth.

It's just that after eating a few dishes in a row, he feels a little single.

Because all sushi is basically unseasoned, the fish is nothing more than grilled, except for freshly ground wasabi, only a few seasoning sauces improve the taste.

Coupled with the chef's skills, in Tang De's opinion, it is indeed average, he has eaten sushi from those popular Internet platforms, although there are also boasting ingredients, but in comparison, the level is still higher than this Mr. Otsuka.

I don't know why Kuroki would use such a chef to cook sushi, in Tang De's opinion, it is a waste of ingredients at all.

However, this dinner was not the point in the first place, and looking at Quentin's meal, he enjoyed it very much, and he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with the chef's level.

Japanese feasts are always slow, especially this omakase, where a few people eat for an hour, but only half of the ingredients on the chef's board are used.

While Quentin and Don were waiting for the next sushi dish, chef Mr. Otsuka suddenly took off his hat, revealing his bare head.

Then he put down the knife and rubbed his shoulders in front of everyone, "I'm really a little tired, Kuroda, go and invite Mr. Kuroki to preside over the banquet, and I should talk to the guests." ”

(End of chapter)