Chapter 83: The flowers are still asleep
Ryukawa Toru's articles are delicate and beautiful, but they also make people feel lonely and sad.
Mrs. Takeda read that he wrote in the article that he woke up in the hotel in Atami and found Hana who had not slept at night.
Hua'er doesn't sleep. He woke up at this time, probably because he was missing someone.
Although he never said it explicitly, there was always this sadness in it.
The only person he could think about was probably his little girlfriend. Takeda Takako curled his lips and leaned towards her again.
How could someone be like this? It was clearly him who was lying next to her, but he was thinking about someone else.
Mrs. Takeda recognized the discomfort in her heart as a woman's pride, and smiled with satisfaction as she listened to the other party's increasingly heavy breathing.
But Ryukawa Tetsu didn't do anything other than breathing harder.
He doesn't seem to like interruptions when he writes.
Mrs. Takeda watched him write on the white paper bit by bit with a pen:
‘Morning glories and albizia flowers bloom day and night. ’
‘The beauty of nature is infinite, but the beauty that people feel is limited. ’
‘If a flower is beautiful, then sometimes I can’t help but say to myself: Live! ’
Kawabata Yasunari's writing is very beautiful, but there are also beautiful phrases like "The flowers are not sleeping" in his essays.
Mrs. Takeda enjoys watching each other write.
But just leaning on it, half leaning on it.
Women feel a strange sense of peace.
It is a strange feeling that as long as the other person is still writing, no matter what you do, the other person will never take the time to teach you a lesson.
‘Would you like to try it? ’ Mrs. Takeda rolled her eyes.
"I'm hungry." Before his wife could do anything, Ryukawa Che opened his mouth gently.
Not far from the warm bedding, there was dinner just delivered by the store.
Ryukawa Tetsu and the others arrived late and didn't go out, and they didn't even eat dinner.
"Oh." The woman reluctantly opened the bed.
The weather is getting cold at every turn, so it's more comfortable to lean against someone.
Mrs. Takeda ran to the entrance thinking, "I'm living under someone's roof, I'm living under someone's roof."
On the food table were yudofu, side dishes, miso soup and rice.
This is considered Kyoto cuisine.
The woman came back with the food happily, and Long Chuanche looked under the other party's robe.
Her voluptuous thighs were looming under the blue bathrobe.
He wasn't wearing anything underneath, Ryukawa Toru was sure.
"There is also Tusu wine, which is really good."
The wife carefully placed the small table next to the quilt.
Yutofu is a winter dish served on a small stove, with 'Suimei' tofu sizzling and bubbling inside.
"Drink less."
Longchuan Che watched the other party pour the Tusu wine into a small bowl and frowned slightly.
Tusu wine is a drink drunk in the first month of the new year, which means to eliminate bad luck and kill Tusu at the end of the year.
She couldn't imagine what was about to happen if she didn't drink some wine. Mrs. Takeda lowered her head and pretended not to hear, and took a few sips.
Cinnamon bark, dried tangerine peel, dried ginger, platycodon, sansho pepper, diced seeds.
Tusu wine is made from these materials.
After two sips, my body began to warm up little by little.
Seeing that Toru Ryukawa was still busy, Mrs. Takeda thought for a while and divided the soup tofu on the stove into small pieces with chopsticks.
"Give."
Mrs. Takeda's cheeks were a little shy, not sure whether it was because of the alcohol or the shame of her movements.
The man is working and writing a book next to him, and the woman is raising her hand to feed him.
She held it with one hand to prevent the soup from falling, and held up the chopsticks obediently with the other hand.
Ryukawa Toru raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to hold the soup tofu dipped in radish puree, green onions and soy sauce. The soup is fresh and sweet, with a smooth and tender texture.
Longchuan Che glanced in front of the woman and felt that the two tasted quite similar.
"Whether this tofu is good or not depends on the quality of the water."
Mrs. Takeda can speak eloquently about everything about food.
Ryukawa Che watched her holding a small bowl, pouring some soup into it and adding some side dishes.
"The one in Kyoto is called Suimei, and there is Sasano Yuki in Tokyo. As long as the water is good, the tofu will be good."
Ryukawa Toru read an article called "The Method of Soup Tofu", which said that boiling tofu until it is hot inside and out and as elastic as white beans or butter is the most delicious at this moment. If it is cooked for a long time, it will become smelly and sticky, making it unbearable to eat with chopsticks. .
"You like eating very much? Are you good at eating too?"
Most of the time, he gets excited when talking about things he is interested in. Last time he was talking about strawberries, and this time he is also talking about tofu.
Ryukawa Toru heard from the other party that his wife had visited a tofu shop west of the Kitano Tenmangu Palace gate.
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The sink at the door is filled with water, and pieces of cut tofu are stacked under the water. On one side is the thicker kapok tofu, and on the other side is the delicate silk tofu.
"My mother took me there."
The woman didn't know if she had drunk some wine, but she looked a little sad.
Ryukawa Toru put down the pen in his hand, turned sideways and sat next to the woman.
A lamp illuminates two people.
Ryukawa Toru thought for a while and asked, "Why did the Takeda family decline back then?"
The so-called Shingen Takeda family was engaged in agriculture and catering business after the Restoration.
The crisis of the bubble bursting is a bit big, but it is not enough to leave the daughter of the family homeless.
In the flickering light, the woman lowered her head and did not answer.
Except this time, Longchuan Che almost never heard the other party talk about family matters.
After eating tofu and drinking wine, I no longer know what time it is in the middle of the night.
Ryukawa Toru finished writing the article in the middle of the night, and Takeda Takako tidied up the bed and laid out the bed with a slightly drunk face.
The bedding was folded around one layer, and the woman took off her clothes and got into the bed with trembling hands.
When Ryukawa Che came back from taking a shower, he groped his way into the bed.
In the dark night, the woman's body was hot. When Toru Ryukawa put his hand on the other woman's waist, Takako Takeda's body trembled unconsciously.
"Why are you peeling it off so cleanly? Is your sleeping habit like this?" Ryukawa Toru said with a smile as the aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of flowers, smeared by the warmth of his body,
"Don't I owe you once?
The woman's voice was trembling.
"This is not the kind of debt I owe, madam." Ryukawa Tetsu smiled and put his hand in the air.
The fingertips were slightly cold, and there was the sound of threads breaking in the air.
Ryukawa Toru felt that he should ask his wife for help when he couldn't turn the pages of the book.
Misstep.
"I told you, I can't!" Takeda Takako gritted his teeth. How could anyone just drink soup without eating meat?
"You can learn slowly if you don't know how."
Ryukawa Toru held Mrs. Takeda in front of him.
All the touches in the dark night are slowly amplified.
"How can I be like you?"
The woman's alcohol-smelling breath hit Ryukawa Tetsu.
Is it true that someone would stay up until midnight?
Ryukawa Tetsu was lying on the pillow alone.
The process of making tofu includes soaking the beans, grinding them, and stewing them.
Better water quality makes better tofu.
The candle was blown out, and Ryukawa Toru scratched the woman's face with his hand.
My wife is really the best "Shui Ming".
(End of chapter)