"You can drink. Let's eat instead! Ha ha ha!!
To begin with, Chihiro, it was Laughing Uedo. The standard language was good because I work at the hotel, but when the alcohol came in, I went back to this one sometime.
But more than that. More than that.
I can't stop chopsticks now.
"Iron Pot Dumplings" lined tightly in a round pan.
The smell of nylla clogged in the crunchy dumplings dissolves in the fat of the pig to infinitely increase your appetite.
"Bird sting", served with teak and pepper, with chicken soaked in the skin.
I thought it was okay with raw chicken, but I can't wait to get a slight texture.
"Yakitori" without any seemingly weird philosophy.
Cook in charcoal and serve with yummy teak and pepper. I was impressed to see if that would change me so far. But I'm not sure why the pork skewers are mixed about half the time.
And above all.
"Crazy delicious...... This is squid, squid, but squid tastes too good...!
"My grandmother's hometown, Tangjin, is my son Yariika."
The store brought to Chihiro was a "little good local tavern" that wasn't a fancy store or anything. Even though it was.
What's this delicious taste?
Matsumoto also said that Fukuoka prides itself on its delicious rice, but is one sashimi so different?
"Sorry Matsumoto...... I'm in heaven leaving Matsumoto in hell...!
"Whoa, at the funeral, drinking and eating and making noise is so shitty! Condolences! Condolences!
"You know, your brother's not alive."
Probably.
"Regardless of Yuji, how much food is in Fukuoka? You think I like squid?
"When I heard about squid sashimi, I imagined it was like a squid sawmen that I often see in Tokyo. Bright white and a little lukewarm"
"Yes, yes, yes. So, he said this came out."
"I was informed that the squid was alive in the sea water......!
Squid sashimi with Chihiro pointing at Kerakera laughing. A whole one, a live build of style with the torso sections finely chopped and put on the sudare.
The ocean at night. The Sea of Japan at night is there.
Transparency that made seawater dull as it was.
Phosphorescent with a knife in it.
There is no raw odor or smudging characteristic of squid at all. A crunchy tooth and an utterly unbeatable sweetness to intense Kyushu soy sauce. The sobriety that extinguishes the summer heat passes through my mouth.
"The squid lives in sea water. The comments are so smart..."
"Oh, really?
"We said, 'It's good!' That's all I can say. After all, alcohol destroys brain cells."
Saying so, Chihiro drank the middle jock in his hand all at once.
Of course, the contents are not beer, but yam shochu.
"Um, was yam shochu something to drink like that?
"I don't know if it's something to drink, but you can drink it? Admiral, the same!
"If you can drink, you can't help it..."
Because of the pair of women, at first my uncles around me called me out about something.
I feel somewhat distanced from the surroundings now.
"I mean, how long has Early Maiden been a salute, too? Yeah. Tammy mouth!
"Ha, ha"
"Is our one younger! Ha ha!
"Uh, then stop saluting...? I don't know..."
As I just learned, Chihiro is twenty-seven years old. It was one below me.
"But, you know, if Yuji was older than us, he'd have brought you here."
"Not the real girlfriend. Sorry I'm older on top..."
"I'd rather be glad. I thought we were still fine."
"Are you okay?"
"We're not bums."
"Yes, what?
It's not so uncommon. But for that person, it could be his own wound.
I have no sympathy. I don't deny it. Matsumoto told me that was correct.
"Violence from my previous husband..."
"What, a heavy story? Do you mind if I ask?
"He told me to 'wield violence'."
"That way?"
"We didn't pull it off at first, either, but when I tried it, it got fun."
"Yeah."
"But if it's complicated like rope or shackles over there, I'm going to ask for it. Simply because it's so much fun, we're not getting along."
"Ugh, yeah?
"dissolved due to violent differences"
"Violent Sexual Difference"
"Do the rock?
"Well, I'm a jazzist..."
It seemed like a bit of an early world to me.
A little distracted me, Chihiro told me with a face that perceived something.
"Oh, Yuji doesn't look like us, so I think he'll be fine. I guess."
"I'm not worried about that."
I can't imagine Mr. Matsumoto waging violence, and I'm sure only then when I made a mistake as a person.
... but Matsumoto's strong attitude towards Kira. That looks a little friendly, and I don't have to be jealous.
"Well, you know what? 'I did it! I told my parents."
"I don't know"
"That's what I said. Kyushu, say Kyushu Boy or something and they think it's a man's society?
"Oh, maybe I've heard a little bit about it"
Tsuchiya also says that Kyushu boys occasionally ~.
"But it's a table."
"Table?"
"The woman in Kyushu is disappointed to hold a man's balls in the back."
"Balls."
"Sort of. Oh, don't you see? Through my back like this under my crotch..."
"Yes, Admiral! Water, jock this guy with water!
He's not a good drunk.
That's what I asked for water for, but the Admiral left the shochu "all the usual" with the face he gave up. I wonder if it's okay, this store.
"Well, we have work to do, and we're not going home. My ex-husband and I are friends. It's not bad."
"I guess that's what it is"
"Yan, we didn't want to think that heavy either. Grandma and Grandpa forgave me in disdain. But only Yuji cares a little."
"... that's the story you made me hear in the car?
"Well, while Grandpa and Grandma were fine, you didn't have to say grandson to show me about my daughter-in-law's face," she said.
"So pretend to be her to me"
"If you bring the best woman at the moment to do that, you'll do the early maiden. Oh, luxury. Always!
I don't know what luxury it is, but I think I only found out a little bit about Matsumoto.
"... Matsumoto is a good cook."
"Oh, I didn't used to, but it sounds like you practiced as a student"
"I've had a lot of things made. Like grilled pork ginger, mahjong tofu, and juice."
"Wow, common folk. I made something more fancy, Yuji."
Yes, Matsumoto is a good cook, but all he makes is regular home-cooked food. I've never seen anything like using luxury ingredients.
I guess it's because I was born and raised in a less wealthy house and learned to cook and chore there. I must have brushed my arms as a student as well in order to grow up early and have a family that is independent.
Suppose that's what made Matsumoto now. Is it really happy for him to be employed by me?
"I can't help thinking about that,"
Has it been hit by the air on the field, makes my head snap? Have a sip of your water, drink it... is that it?
Something's wrong with the taste.
"Well, this is the yakitori Yan that the Admiral just left behind. Hayao, didn't you go to Shimodo?
"... Ruka"
"What?"
"Know what?!
"Early Maiden?
Have you found out anything yet?
I stuck with Mr. Matsumoto, ate ramen, supported the Hawks, and bought them back. I didn't come all the way to Fukuoka to think about the hard stuff.
"In the world! Too much trouble!
"Oh, oh?
"I'm not, I'm working hard! Yet nobody talks about your work at home, and they say," No one's good? 'Everybody, everybody!!
"Ooh, these types or premature maidens! Admiral! I'm thrilled, but the fried squid is still here!?
Fried squid.
Speaking of which, I only ate the torso part of the squid earlier, and took the gesso that was in motion to fry, like.
I mean, dumplings, grilled chicken, fried chicken, calories, how many.
"Know what?!
"That's right -!!
"Eat what you want -!
"Tightening is ramen -!
"Oooh!!
If you notice, you were in the morning at a hotel near Nine University Research Metropolitan Station.
Yesterday's memory ends with ramen.
The scale caught my eye when I sweated in the bathroom, but I decided not to ride it somehow. There is no deep reason. Really.