My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

　　 "Book? What book?" Xueli's mental head wasn't here at all. He didn't react until Xiuji Kitahara raised the book "The Essence of Acupuncture and Moxibustion", and said with a smile, "These are my father's."

"Mr. Fukuzawa knows Chinese medicine?" This is surprising. Chinese medicine is a bit weak in China, but it is very popular in nearby countries-RB is better, and South Korea is even more powerful. ! However, according to the nature of Universe Smecta, of course, the name was changed to "Korean Medicine", and the Chinese medicine was also changed to "Korean Medicine". Maybe it will be applied for it again someday.

　　 "Yes, he stayed in China for a while, and he knew my mother in China."

　　 "So your parents have been to China...what are they doing?" Kitahara Xiuji was even more curious.

　　 "My mother was studying in China, and my father seemed to be traveling, and he didn't know what to do. Anyway, he came back with my mother and got married."

　　 Kitahara Hideji didn't expect to ask about the love history of his parents. Wei Wei was a little embarrassed, staggered the topic and patted a book with a smile: "It's really rare to take Chinese medicine as a hobby."

　　 is really rare, there is a feeling of joy that fishermen like to arrange flowers.

　　 Xueli was already sitting down, drooling and waiting to start eating, and said casually: "It's not a hobby, my dad has opened a medical clinic."

　　 Kitahara Hideji was stunned. Have you ever opened a hospital? Have you changed your job from a doctor to a cook? This span is a bit big! Can't help asking: "Then why open an izakaya now?"

"I can’t keep up with my skills, I seem to have lost some money... I used to open a kendo hall, no one learned it, and no students can be recruited. After working for a long time, I turned into an izakaya. It took more than a year and the future is unpredictable.” Strictly speaking, Yuki Fukuzawa is definitely a good girl who is frank and does not treat Xiuji Kitahara as an outsider. What can I say? what.

"This..." Kitahara Xiuji didn't expect Father Fukuzawa to have this kind of experience, and Xueli didn't care at all, still heartless, and a pack of joy: "Don't be surprised, my mother said before, I Dad is a first-rate alcoholic, a second-rate swordsman, a third-rate doctor, a fourth-rate cook, and a fifth-rate husband, hahaha!"

　　 She enjoyed herself for a while, and mysteriously lay on Kitahara Hideji's shoulder and said, "Don't look at my father who is serious now. After drinking, she is a fool. I don't know how my mother married him."

The warm breath of her mouth blew into Kitahara Xiuji’s ears, and there was a faint sweetness of nectar, and the touch on her shoulders was soft and elastic, which made Kitahara Xiuji couldn’t help but tilt her head. She glanced-you weren't born when your father was drunk, right? Are these really appropriate to tell me? Let’s make a difference between men and women, is it really okay for you to lie on me?

Xueli didn't care what others thought of her, so it didn't matter. After speaking, he went back. The duck sat and shook his body back and forth, and his chest was choppy. As soon as the door opened, Dongmei came in and gave her a slanted look. Putting down the pot in her hand, she gave her a slap on the back of the head, and said angrily: "Sit like a seat, give me a seat!"

　　 This slap is really loud. Hideo Kitahara felt his scalp numb when he heard it next to him, but Xueli immediately became honest, stuffed his two feet under his butt, and touched the back of his head pitifully.

　　 Chuncai also came in, holding two large trays very skillfully with some dishes on top.

After Dongmei suppressed the snow, he didn't even look at Kitahara Hideji, and immediately began to serve soup and rice, but Kitahara Hideji hesitated and looked at the door. No figure of Fukuzawa Naotaka was seen, and she couldn't help asking Xueli: "Mr. Fukuzawa is not together. Eat?"

　　 I didn't answer in the snow, I was drooling intently. I didn't expect Dongmei to answer the conversation. She tilted her head and didn't look at Kitahara Hideji, as if she was talking to an invisible person, "He wants to watch the store outside, in case there is a sudden visitor. Don't worry about him, he usually eats only after the store... …You can also eat with peace of mind. I don’t want the matter between us to involve my younger siblings. Work is work. Our grievances are our grievances and cannot be mixed together. Therefore, we will solve our problems privately-fair and just. Solve it! But I will never forget your insult to me in my life. Sooner or later I will settle the old account with you!"

Xueli also nodded repeatedly next to him: "Yes, my sister told us just now that this is between her and you, the love and hate between you, and it has nothing to do with us. Don't let us intervene. How to get along with you..." She slapped her head again before she finished speaking, and Dongmei exclaimed in shame, "Don't use idioms!"

　　Xueli was beaten with his head shaking, and muttered in a low voice: "I want to speak a little more elegantly, just do I mean it right? I care about so much what I do all day..."

Kitahara Xiuji was a little surprised, not because of Xueli, that 225 ignored her, but took a closer look at Dong Mei, and found that although her expression was ugly, her face was dark, but it did not seem like a false statement, she was suddenly a little surprised-this little The carrot head started to reason? Today the sun rises from the west and sets in the north?

　　 But he didn’t care, and smiled: "Wait anytime!"

　　 Dongmi snorted softly, and the soup was ready--there was also Kitahara Hideji's, but Kitahara Hideji looked at someone else's, and found that the tofu was just two yuan less than others, and she didn't know if she did it on purpose.

　　 Dinner is very simple, that is, rice, miso tofu soup, natto, fried fish cakes, pickles, salted fish, stir-fried vegetables-this belongs to RB's normal family-style dinner, all common dishes, it is considered simple. But Hideji Kitahara doesn't have any comments. He came here to work, not as a guest. It's just a work meal. The whole family eats this. Isn't it just because of him?

He followed the crowd yelling "I'm going" and gently picked up the bowl and took a sip of the hot miso tofu soup. He was a little surprised - not to say how unpalatable, but the problem is that it is definitely not delicious. , Can only be said to be mediocre. He looked at the rice and boiled eggs in this wine house with great care, trying to be fine. He thought the dishes would be good, but he didn't expect it to be just average.

　　 Could it be that my taste is different from that of RB? Probably……

He pulled out the rice and saw that the rice was crystal clear, and it was better than before. He was ready to pick up a chopstick "Chinese cuisine"-RB pipe stir-fried dishes are called Chinese cuisine, in fact, they are fried fresh vegetables-but he was shocked to discover There were clearly two plates just now, but now there are only two empty plates holding some light green soup.

　　 Oh, no, there is a short vegetable stem...

He was stunned, and looked up, only to see Dongmei opening his bow left and right, filling herself with a spoonful of rice, another spoonful of vegetables for Qiutaro, a sip of soup for himself, and another spoonful of rice for Qiutaro, feeding the children while eating. The little cheeks are bulging like little hamsters; the spring vegetables are eaten slowly and organized, but the bowl is covered with a thick layer of vegetables, and they are still very calm; Xia Zhi and Xia Sha keep holding each other's vegetables, and they have no dominant hand, chopsticks The left and right hands are exchanged constantly, the four arms rise and fall, covering the entire dining table, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, which is dazzling, and the snow around is making the sound of feeding pigs, and the head is buried in a basin. ...

　　 Kitahara Hideji is even more stunned, why do you have a basin? He stretched his head and took a look, and found that it was full of bibimbap, and there were also some dishes that were not available today.

Xueli raised his head and wiped his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Why don't you eat it? Is it because it tastes bad? I've told you that, my father is a fourth-rate cook, let's make do!" "

　　 "Ah, no, it tastes good!" Hideji Kitahara exaggerated against his will, and curiously asked, "Why do you eat differently from everyone?"

There is still a half of the fish tail at the corner of Xueli's mouth, as she spoke, "This ah, this is the meal reserved for me yesterday, can't be wasted...that, do you want to taste it? I can divide you a bit. "At the end of her speech, she was a little bit unwilling and hesitated.

　　 Kitahara Hideji hurriedly refused: "No, thank you, please take your time." You are eating like a pig, I really can't make a mouth, so kindly. And you seem to be polite like this, didn't you plan to give it to me?

The snow let out a sigh of air, and quickly said: "Then you eat quickly, if you slow down, there will be nothing!" After that, she was very bold and picked up the basin again. Hideji Kitahara quickly looked at the dining table again and found that even the kippers were almost gone. Only two small fish heads were lying on the plate, rolling their eyes, looking like a dead end.

　　 Let's go, eat fish head to replenish your brain.

　　 He just stretched out his chopsticks, and there was a sudden gust of wind around him, and he saw two fish heads caught in the snow and thrown into his mouth, chewing loudly, and then there was another fierce meal.

Dongmei served rice on the other side of the table and reprimanded Qiutarou: "I'm almost four years old. I'm already a man. How can I eat one bowl of rice? Eat another bowl! Don't leave it! Huh? What's this expression? Cry, I'll beat you up if you dare to cry!"

　　 The whole table is noisy, the snow is feeding pigs, Dongmei is training the children, Haruna is whispering, Xia Zhi and Xia Sha start fighting again after grabbing the dishes, eating each other’s bowl...

　　 Kitahara Hideji is really speechless, your family are fake RB people, right? This is not the case in Japanese TV series. Everyone eats slowly, chews slowly, and is polite to each other!

　　 He was really unable to spit out. He picked up a pickle and started picking up rice in his mouth. Everything on the table except the pickle and natto was killed. Fortunately, there was enough miso soup, so he could barely make up for a meal.

　　 He ate a bowl of rice and drank a bowl of soup. Dong Mei glanced at him from a distance, curled his lips and ordered: "Spring vegetables, add food and soup to him."

　　 This little boy eats so much...

"Thank you!" Kitahara Xiuji handed out the empty bowl. The snow beside him was also wiping his mouth and stretching out the basin, and said vaguely: "Spring vegetables, give me some more, forget it, fill it up..." she said After taking a look at Dongmei, her voice decreased a little, and she said in a nonchalant manner: "I'll add half a bowl first!"

　　 Kitahara Hideji gave her a surprised look. It turns out that you are not using a basin, but your special rice bowl?