"Yeah, Murasaki. This was born in Tokyo under the heavens. I have to say this anywhere in the province of Kanto. Do you understand?"
"Mr. Tsuchiya, can I take that statement as a challenge to all of Kanto? You know when you lick my local area, you turn the Showa Yankee against the enemy?"
"Well, it's true that I can only say this at a time and place like this. I'll be there, Mr. Mio."
"What, eh, bye, yes!?
Let's go.
"" "" It's the ocean - ooh!!!
The cheers of men and women in their mid twenties thrust through Kujukuri beach, lit by the July sun.
The beginning of this goes back to early July.
"I can't see the princess."
"Yeah, and Hiroshi over there. Turn off the lights and the stars will look pretty good."
Four days have passed since one incident involving the dirt houses settled, today on Friday.
Me and Mio were having a little New Year's Eve festival together.
A short book of origami hanging from a small satchel that has been cut in the park is flickering in the wind from the window. I get cold bare noodles as I hear the paper rubbing against the leaves of the Sasaki, which says' World Peace '.
This is the summer of Japan.
"Well, it's mundane because I want to eat it again even though I open it every year."
"When summer comes, there's even a sense of obligation that says," Uh, I need to eat some bare noodles. "
"Hey."
"It's an extension engraved in Japanese DNA, I'm sure."
Fortunately, today is the opening of this year's bare noodles. It's the day you can eat the most delicious noodles with zero boredom.
In order to enjoy the flavour of the noodles themselves, the medicinal flavour is also simply made of leeks with seaweed, ginger and natto only.
Most importantly, I saw a natto next to the bare noodle and said to Mio, "Matsumoto, are you tired...? Though it was heartfelt that they looked like
"Hey, are you sure you want some natto?
"True."
"Tasty, how long?
"It's enough to visions the river of heaven."
"Heavenly River"
"Yeah, you can see a milkyway of soy and flour in the coaly skies of Tokyo"
Like half-heartedness, Mio indulges in natto for me and the noodles. Stir gently, then hit the bare noodles there, and several grains of natto tangle in the bare noodles to lift.
"Something like a brown grain."
"Uh, yes, that's right"
Anyone who tried to save the company with Nato's ability to compute, albeit because of heat and alcohol, has something different to say. Nato and Soba are probably a lot closer to each other in Mr. Mio.
Mio carried Nato's tangled noodles to his mouth, holding my head in his heart to a memory that wasn't going to disappear for the time being.
I stopped the move.
"Mr. Mio?
"... the swan is flying"
"I've recommended this way to all sorts of people, but I've never seen anyone fly over the Sky River to Hakugi"
"Yum, yum, Matsumoto!
"Isn't it?
"I didn't even think to try, like this...!
"If you think calmly, noodle sauce and natto sauce are more or less the same thing. It's weirder not to fit."
To do this, I bought the noodles Tsuyu by choosing the one from the Sauce and Saba Verse.
The flavorful ingredient found in natto is glutamic acid derived from soybeans. When the inosinic acid of the Saba and Saba verses is added thereto, the taste jumps several times in synergy.
This involves a pale flavoured noodle, so that you can enjoy the same amount of natto rice as you would with a single digit of celsius.
"There are many other things like sesame oil, miso ramen soup, etc. that just add to the sauce to make the noodles more enjoyable"
"Ooh......!
"There are also Okinawan-style, Sichuan-style, and Guangdong styles in Saumen Champru, which has been sautéed with more utensils. It also has a different texture than beef, making it ideal as a refreshment to rice."
"Whoo......!!
"This year, let's not get tired of eating out the bare noodles until autumn"
"Ooh!
Later it turns out that I totally insulted the number of neutrals the marketer receives, and hence the amount of noodles, but that's another story.
"... hmm?
While I was talking, I noticed that a chat had arrived on my smartphone's SNS app. The time was about thirty minutes ago, and they sent it in letters because they wouldn't answer the call.
"What's the matter?
"It's from the dirt house. He said he had a summer vacation date."
Tsuchiya's company is experiencing an out-of-season busy season for a large deal that sprang up down in June.
As a result, not all employees could rest at the same time, and they were supposed to take turns between July and August.
"When?
"That's the last week of July. Murasaki seems to be the same."
"Yes, it is."
"So that's it."
"Yeah?"
Mr. Mio tilted his neck small.
The decision to take a break is only a prerequisite. This is where the real deal starts.
"Tsuchiya wants to go to the sea with the four of us."
"Umi..."
"Yes, the sea"
"The sea..."
Mr. Mio is basically an indoorsman. Unless you have the necessary shopping, like before, but I don't basically do anything like go out of my way to the crowd on a day off.
I can't get my hips off the chair while I wonder if it would be fun if I had to go. That is the fate of the Indonesians.
"It would be fun to go. It's gonna be fun, yeah."
"Did you not like the sea?
"I'm not..."
"If you like mountains or something, I'll tell you that, right? Even the dirt houses will want Mio to have fun."
If you look back, you owe the dirt house nothing.
In the event of a cold, he made a buyout, called it in late at night to hang out with Uno all night, and, uh, in your restoration, he raised the great gold star of voice restoration success brilliantly.
That is how the grace, which cannot be returned by being semi-productive, is piled up on many steps without being dissolved.
Yet another benefactor in your case, Murasaki, checkmate already if he tells me he's looking forward to it.
I just wanted to ask you what you wanted, but I didn't think this one would stand if it stood.
Apparently, that's not the part of Mr. Mio's problem.
"Ugh, you like the ocean, don't you? You want to go with Tsukiya and Murasaki? Just that."
"Something bothering you?
"I used to have dinner with tofu and salad."
"Yes."
I think he said that the day we met.
"But look, it has to be carbohydrates, but when you do, it's the Japanese DNA that makes you want to eat as much as you like, right?
"In other words?"
"Matsumoto's rice is delicious and a little..."
"I made you say hard things. Excuse me."
"Matsumoto."
"Yes."
"Let's seal it today."
"I have good news. Tomorrow is a special day for tofu."
"Give it a grip. This is an order."
Copy that, Gacha.
It was only about the other week that a seawater bath at the end of July was thus decided.