Chapter 60 The smell of cherry blossoms
The streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo at night are like a world that never sleeps.
As a famous food street, Moide Yokocho is full of colorful lights and neon lights.
On the road where people come and go, you can see all kinds of shops and vendors everywhere. The delicious aroma from the stalls fills your nostrils and whets your appetite.
"The air is filled with the smell of cherry blossoms." Oda Shingo sighed as he walked.
There is a dazzling array of Japanese delicacies such as traditional grilled fish skewers, octopus balls, sushi, and various flavors of beer, sake, and cocktails to meet people's dietary needs.
Japanese cocktails, in particular, are full of weirdness. And it’s not limited to bars. It’s often found at roadside wine stalls. Many young men can mix cocktails for you by just rolling up their kimono sleeves.
The weirdest thing is the Japanese cocktail, as if anything can be mixed into it. While China prefers sweetened bubble drinks, Japan prefers sour drinks.
As Oda Shingo was walking, he saw a Japanese young man making a light yellow cocktail for the middle-aged uncle at the food stall next to him.
"Try my new flavor!" the young man shouted excitedly.
Affordable bourbon black label whiskey, mixed with 30% apple cider vinegar, 10% cranberry juice, and finally sprinkled with a layer of crushed dried orange peel.
Oda Shingo felt his scalp numb just by looking at it.
"Yoshi! Yoshi! Yoshi! It's the memory of first love! What's the name of this flavor?" The middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair raised his neck and drank it in one gulp, then patted his hairy thighs and shouted.
"[Peeped from a distance, the school beauty bought a condom]"
"..."
After hearing this, Oda Shingo felt that the name was just right.
"This name is very good!" The uncle felt the same. He even dropped the long bangs on his nose, tilted his head and threw it back, twisting it around his head several times, as if he was a few years younger.
Alcohol is a poison that is closer to men's hearts than women.
Oda Shingo looked at his watch and saw that it was close to the appointed time.
He quickened his pace.
The words "Guardian Winery" are visible in the distance, and in front is a corner izakaya.
Oda Shingo searched for it according to the address.
It's a Japanese-style izakaya, not big, and the location is a little out of the way.
"Why did you choose this place?" Oda Shingo touched his chin, thinking about the skills of a shopping mall veteran.
I would choose this place. It seems that Mikami Saburo wanted to take advantage of the environment and say something heartfelt.
There must be quite a bit of trouble at the headquarters of Qunying Society.
"One La and one Marseille!" the female clerk of the wine shop immediately greeted her loudly as soon as she entered the door.
Oda Shingo noticed that the kitchen of this izakaya was located in the northwest. According to Japanese traditional Feng Shui customs, it was the female owner.
"Oh - Shingo! Come over here!" Saburo Mikami seemed to hear the voice, and opened the dark blue curtain on the other side of the seat, waving hello.
Oda Shingo responded and passed.
There were not many people in the store. Oda Shingo changed his shoes in the aisle and entered the private room.
The space is very small, no more than ten square meters, and the ceiling is so short that you can almost reach it by standing up and stretching out your hand.
Assistant Okita was not there, only Minister Mikami was there.
"Xinwu, I'm glad you can come."
"It's a great honor to be invited by the minister."
At a small table, Oda Shingo and Mikami Saburo sat opposite each other.
In such a compact environment, if you entertain guests in China, you may be regarded as petty.
But in Japan it has a different meaning.
Especially if there are only two people, this usually means wanting to get closer. Especially within the company, it almost means that I regard you as one of my own.
Saburo Mikami called out on his own initiative: "Let's have some Sapporo beer first! Oda, you don't know how to order ginger ale, do you?"
Different from the habit of drinking ice water before meals during the day, Japanese people always drink beer first when drinking at night. And unlike most Chinese preference list flavors, the emphasis is on mellowness and thick foam.
"The same thing you drink." Oda Shingo smiled.
No polite words such as honorifics were used.
Because he noticed that Mikami Saburo called his name three times.
It is not an accident that Japanese superiors and subordinates call each other by first name instead of last name. It seems that the hole in my heart tonight may be dug deeper than expected.
Oda Shingo is a relatively special person in the web department. He has no editor and is directly under the name of Director Mikami.
Even in his web editing backend, the editing position is Saburo Mikami.
Although many of the contents of the contract are equal, from the perspective of a traditional comic club such as Qunying Club, the two people can be called a superior-subordinate relationship.
"Please take your time." While the female clerk brought a large bucket of beer, she also served the free side dish, and she didn't take it back after pouring the wine.
The female clerk poured the beer and didn't leave. She was obviously very familiar with Saburo Mikami and knew his habits.
As for otoshi, otoshi is the side dish before meals. If you order pre-dinner drinks, the izakaya will deliver small plates like this.
What’s more interesting is that this pre-dinner side dish is probably the dish that the boss spends the most time on, and it often has its own unique taste.
Many old customers often come to a certain home wine shop because of this.
"I like the pickled radish here the most! The seaweed seasoning is sour and sweet, and it is very special, with a good aftertaste!" Saburo Mikami said about the izakaya while sharing side dishes with Shingo on a public plate.
"This is the place I go to drink most often."
"The boss lady was my senior at the time, and she was also a famous beauty in the school!" Saburo Mikami chuckled twice.
This kind of topic can always arouse men's empathy and instantly eliminate the barriers between them.
Oda Shingo also cooperated very well, showing a wicked smile that only men can understand: "I didn't expect that the minister would take me to see the beauty today."
"Don't call me Minister, there are only Shingo and Saburo here today!" Saburo Mikami raised his beer glass, "Congratulations, Shingo! "One Punch Man" was successfully launched, and the results are amazing!"
The two clinked beer glasses.
Oda Shingo paid attention and made the cup wall lower than Mikami Saburo's.
But the other party groaned and deliberately pulled the position to the level before colliding with each other.
"cheers!"
"cheers!"
What happened was bigger than I expected! Oda Shingo drank the entire glass of beer in one breath, feeling the malty aroma and sandy texture of Sapporo beer.
Traditionally, when Japanese people clink glasses, they drink all the wine in the glass. In recent years, only young people do not have such habits.
Oda Shingo took the initiative to grab the beer bucket and poured new beer for Saburo Mikami.
Saburo Mikami took the recipe and began to order while introducing it. Moreover, his words were a little informal, which made Oda Shingo wonder if he was the Minister Mikami he had known before.
"The cold slave tofu here has a soft and elastic texture. It always reminds me of my first love in high school!"
"The skewers are a must-try. The sizzling and slightly burnt taste is a bit irritating to the tip of the tongue. Damn it, I just said that the skewers in this restaurant taste like the senior sister I broke up with in college!"
"By the way, we are all alumni of Tokyo University of the Arts!"
"As for wine, how about some ginjo? Your waist hasn't been squeezed dry by women, right?"
Oda Shingo nodded: "Don't worry."
The two of them stayed in the izakaya, drinking, talking, and eating until late at night.
It was past midnight, and he was already drunk. Mikami Saburo was stunned but did not say anything serious.
It seems that 90% of the unspoken difficulties will fall on me. Oda Shingo pondered.
But I heard Saburo Mikami tell a lot of tidbits. He even found out which grove at Tokyo University of the Arts is secretive, which sports equipment room door lock is easy to break, and which bookshelf in the library is the most hidden...
On the other side, in the single room rented by Namikaze Yukaku.
"Oda-kun...it's really..." Yukaku Namikaze put the sexy gift (dense fog) he received into his suitcase and pushed it to the bottom.
She held her chin in a daze depressedly: "In comics, it is always said that men are impatient, and it seems to be true. Can't you take your time..."
In contrast, here is the Todo Dojo.
"Dad, you are really good at picking things up..." Todo Xiangcheng looked at the slippers in the handbag with a dark look on his face.
My father mentioned Oda Shingo, but I still couldn't believe it.
But when the things were laid out, it was clear that there was a crane embroidered on the slippers, which corresponded to his orange.
It’s obvious who these slippers were customized for.
Todo Xiangcheng’s little mouth was crooked, almost reaching behind her ears.
(End of chapter)