Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 58. 56. Profound Qingyuan and Melody
"What kind of magazines does Ah Shui read? Germany returned masks soaked in toxic pesticides to Colombia? The site where Caesar was assassinated in Rome, Italy is now open to humans? A whetstone in the shape of [Oh Jin Jin] was unearthed in Spain?"

Pochi put on a bad posture, hugged Asama's pillow, and lay on the sofa reading the magazine Asama bought yesterday.

Glancing at Pochi who was reading a magazine on the sofa and looking unmotivated, Asama said dissatisfiedly:

"I said, Pochi, if I cook for you, won't you come over to help and learn how to cook?"

"Wouldn't that be me cooking for myself?"

"You really are not polite at all."

"I wander around in the kitchen, it will only hinder you from cooking. I have a sense of time. Wouldn't it be nice to have sushi earlier?"

". 500 yen will be deducted today."

"Wow!!! This is not written in [Chapter Three]! Ah Shui, you bastard!"

"Look at what is written in pencil in the lower left corner of [Chapter Three of the Covenant]."

"[The final interpretation of this agreement belongs to Shizumi Asama]! How despicable! Written like a barcode decoration, you dictator!"

"Hey! What are you doing with an eraser!"

"I wipe!"

It's already 4:[-] after I finished making sushi for Pochi.

Asama wrapped the unused vinegared rice in white gauze, put it in a stainless steel bowl, and put it in the refrigerator to refrigerate.

Cleaned up the kitchen,
When I came back to my senses, I found that there were more than 60 pieces of sushi densely displayed on the kitchen counter, like the Japanese fleet that attacked Pearl Harbor.

As if being eaten by Pochi, he quickly finished eating one bite at a time.

"Hey, Pochi, it's not dinner time yet!"

"Shouldn't you ask your stomach when to eat? Things like eating on time are rules made by people who don't know why~"

"That was three to four meals just now! Be hungry and full, be careful of stomach problems."

"It doesn't matter, I will eat today's supper and tomorrow's breakfast in advance."

"Eat tomorrow's breakfast on time! Idiot who eats irregularly and will shorten his lifespan."

Boqi went to the refrigerator, took out a can of grape-flavored Fanta, and drank most of the can in one gulp.

"Ha~~~~~ I will definitely live longer than Ah Shui~"

"The average lifespan of a golden retriever is 15 years, just Pochi, how dare you say it."

"Hmph~~~~ I bite!!!"

"A fall!!! Let me go!!!"

During the fight, the Yamaha trumpet bought on Amazon was also delivered home.

Asama unwrapped the package, took out the Yamaha trumpet, which was obviously proletarian compared to Futami's Bach trumpet, and walked to the center of the living room, ready to start playing.

"Ah Shui~ Did you buy the trumpet to exercise your lung capacity?"

"No, buying a trumpet is the result of bullying me by my school music teacher and classmates."

"Hey! Is Yinghe College actually like this?"

Asama shrugged her shoulders.

"Life has always been like this."

"You can hug me when you're sad~"

"Please don't gloat and say such things with a smile."

Asama played with the trumpet for a while, and practiced blowing the Ode to Joy twice.

I feel that I have already started, and I can pass the music class next week.

Suzuki, the music teacher, is an overly serious person. If she plays too well or plays too badly, she will make trouble for her.

Pochi wanted to come over to grab the trumpet to play, but was rejected by Asama with physical strength 6,
So the two began to entangle.

With a sweep of his legs, Boqi easily pressed Asama onto the carpet, and snatched the trumpet from his hand.

"Ah Shui, if you want to play the trumpet normally, you must at least master the basic skills of playing the long note for 2 minutes without breathing in."

While holding Asama under him, Pochi blew a long note directly to the mouthpiece with one hand.

"beep--------"

"Noisy!"

The 1-minute long sound practice with rich and clear timbre is over.

Holding your breath for 1 minute is not the same thing as exhaling for 1 minute, and it feels like Pochi still has some room left.

"Isn't it amazing~~~ What Ah Shui can't do, Mr. Pochi can easily do!~"

"Please get off of me and say such things again."

"Say, 'Master Pochi is amazing', and I'll let you go."

"Okay, I'll call the police later, saying that I found a girl who ran away from home."

"Okay, I'll tell Mr. Police later that I was lured to Ah Shui's house and did such and such things for two consecutive weeks."

"Okay, I will show the police the surveillance video at home to prove my innocence, kick you out of the house with my boots, and send the bill to your home."

"Hey~ Isn't this where my house is? Ah Shui, do you want to help me pay the bill~"

"...don't talk about the bill, and if you don't let go, my hand will break."

"Think I'll let you go, I didn't hear you~"

"Can it be repaired"

"I didn't hear it~~~"

"Master Pochi is amazing."

The first thing Asama got up, took out his mobile phone and started to search for "abandoned pets in science" and "azabu-juban cheap apartment".

After Boqi got close to see it, he fought again, and directly broke Asama's stiff neck.

The cooking classroom time is from 6 to 8 o'clock. Asama took the trumpet that had been completely disinfected and set off for Futami's house.

At 5:20, Asama came to the door of the Platinum Takanawa apartment in Tsukikai's house in February.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Erjian put down the trumpet mouthpiece, jumped up from the sofa, and trot all the way to the entrance to open the door.

After a lapse of 18 hours, Er Jian felt that his heartbeat was arrhythmia again when his sweetheart appeared in front of him again.

Asama took off her peaked cap, bowed slightly politely,
"Excuse me."

"Stillwater-kun, come in~"

Futami took Asama's umbrella and put it into the umbrella bucket, and took out the newly bought slippers to put Asama on.

Asama looked down and saw that the blue panda slippers and Futami's slippers were couple models, and she was pink.

"Mr. Shizumi, did Mai-chan tell you? She said she has something to do and won't come."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Well, it seems that there are only two of us again today."

Futami Yuekai peeked at Asama, but unfortunately, she didn't get any interesting signal from Asama's expression.

[Remember that above the mediocre material life, there is a charming spiritual world, this world is like the moon in the night sky above your head, it is not dazzling, exuding a quiet and peaceful light]

Although "The Moon and Sixpence" is not good-looking, and there is no one she admires in it, it implies that she likes it very much.

Yes, the whole world is looking for sixpence, and Mr. Stillwater is the moon she is looking for.

Erjian cheered for himself in his heart, didn't Maugham say "a man with a brain doesn't marry a likable woman"?

Among all the competitors, she has the fewest friends and the fewest people who like her, and she never does things to please those around her.

For the extremely smart Shizumi-kun, isn't he the most suitable candidate?
Asama took yesterday's ingredients out of the refrigerator, put on an apron, and asked Erjian to come and help.

Er Jian went to the bathroom, and when she came out, her lips became more translucent, and her body exuded a burst of fragrance.

She raised her hair and tied it into a refreshing ponytail, revealing a beautiful slender neck and small white ears,

The neckline of the apron was lowered, and the waist was tied tightly, so that the curve of the bust of the young girl in the blooming season was displayed sweetly.

Silently walked to Asama's side, and actively made physical contact with Asama through actions such as holding plates, ingredients, and rags.

Unfortunately, there was no response from Asama.

"Yuehai, I remember that there are still about 14 strings of the Hanami dumplings yesterday, why are there no more strings now?"

"That. I ate it all. It was said on TV that the best time to enjoy the dumpling is within 24 hours. It would be a waste not to eat it."

"So, you only ate this for lunch?"

"Um"

"Aren't you afraid of diarrhea?"

"Not at all, it's super delicious."

It has nothing to do with diarrhea.
Futami likes to eat overnight food, which is very problematic, Asama decided to control the portion of the dishes made today.

"Yuehai, yesterday's tofu miso soup was very good, remember the specific ingredients and production process."

"Ah."

"Follow the process and do it again,"

"Ok."

"The sashimi slices and presentation are also entrusted to you. Cut the bluefin tuna to the width of your index finger, and the salmon to the width of your little finger."

"Ok."

Asama decided to only cook some repetitive dishes today, and hand over some of the simple dishes to Futami herself.

Futami, who has an excellent memory, successfully reproduced dishes such as bluefin tuna sashimi, salmon sashimi, tofu miso soup, sesame bonito flakes, and cold bitter gourd without any guidance.

Asama only made two dishes of teriyaki eel and charcoal-grilled black pepper black tuna.

When Asama put the large and small dinner plates on the dining table, Futami still stayed in the kitchen.

"Mr. Shizumi, didn't you say yesterday that there is still half a golden-eyed sea bream that can be used for Chinese braised dishes?"

"These dishes are enough."

"Oh, but, I really want to try it."

Erjian became depressed.

"I'll watch from the side, how about you do it?"

"is it okay?"

"Braising is not difficult, especially for you."

"Okay, I will work hard!"

"Trim the tail and cut it into a neat swallowtail."

"it is good."

"Change the knife to the abdomen, cut the peony flower knife, cut it down and gently shave the inside."

"Ah."

"Cut off the inner spine of the fish, and cut it in three places."

"Take another kitchen paper, dry the fish a bit more, and rub some fine salt on it."

"Heat the pan with cold oil, and sprinkle some salt in the pan. The fish can be eaten. Don't move it for now. If you are afraid, you can turn the fire down a bit."

"Okay, pour the fish out to drain the oil. You don't need the oil-absorbing paper."

"Reheat the pot, put these seasonings in and sauté until fragrant, put the fish into the pot, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, cooking wine, mirin, rice vinegar, and add boiling water when the aroma comes out."

"Ah! Sorry, I added too much."

"It doesn't matter, use a spoon to scoop out two scoops. It's ok, add some sugar, and mushroom powder, cover the lid and cook for 25 minutes on medium-low heat."

Futami is like a novice bomb disposal pioneer watching a bomb that has entered the countdown, staring nervously at the pot with the lid on.

Asama talked to her about the similarities and differences of braised fish, braised pork, and braised tofu to pass the time, and then extended to talk about the method of Dongpo pork, which is similar to braised pork but softer, and the first in ancient times in Asama's mind. The literati Su Dongpo, moved to Hangzhou, moved to Xuzhou, moved to Mizhou, moved to Huangzhou, moved to Huizhou, moved to Danzhou, constantly looking for food comfort in setbacks.

Futami's attention finally left the pot of cooking fish, and the first-class star-like light in his eyes turned to Asama, the moon who talked about Su Shi's water melody.

Knowing Chinese, Chinese cooking, and knowing a lot of stories about ancient Chinese people, Mr. Shizumi really likes Chinese culture.

Su Dongpo?I'll also buy a few books about him and read them.

The fish had been cooked, and under Asama's guidance, Futami collected the juice smoothly, and put the braised kimmey bream on a plate.

"It's all me, the other dishes are cold."

"Eating cold food is good for the esophagus. Eating too hot food will increase the risk of esophageal cancer."

"Is that right?"

"It's just hearsay. Rather than this, enjoy the fruits of your labor today."

"Mr. Shizumi, please eat more today~"

Asama nodded, savoring today's dishes, Futami's talent is very outstanding, as long as he has basic guidance, he will not overturn.

Even the golden-eyed sea bream that has been cooked overnight is very fresh and tender.

Futami smiled and took out her mobile phone to take a picture of a table of dishes, and when Asama was not paying attention, she also took pictures of Asama.

Sure enough, a dinner for just two people will produce a magic that makes all the dishes delicious.

It's a bit like a newlyweds~~hehe~~~
"Yuehai, what do you think, yesterday's charcoal-grilled black pepper blackfin tuna tastes better, or today's? I have adjusted the way I deal with it, and I will tell you my actual feelings."

"Hmm——Although today's is delicious, the taste of the mai-chan that Shizumi-kun instructed yesterday seems to be a bit more special. Is the recipe changed?"

"No, it should be the difference in heat. Of all the dishes today, let you recommend the most delicious one. Which one do you recommend? Exclude the two dishes I made."

Second Jian replied without hesitation:

"Today's braised kimmey bream! This is the best grilled fish I've ever eaten!"

"Well, I think so too. It's actually more delicious than the two dishes I made."

"Hey~~~ Mr. Shizumi guided you well."

Sure enough, even if he just participates in directing the production of new dishes, the skills will take effect.

After the meal, Asama and Futami finished washing the dishes together, cleaned up the kitchen, and started practicing on the trumpet.

Erjian performed a piece of "Dance of the Three Suns and Moon", with a steady breath, high pitch, and melodious, completely unlike the feeling she said she had only learned for 3 months.

Asama, who originally only wanted to play "Ode to Joy", was taken by Futami to play "Moon River", "You Inspired Me", "This Love Will Never Move" and other songs.

He played the trumpet until Asama's trumpet level was raised to another level, and then he came out of Futami's house.

There was a wind blowing outside, and the dark clouds were blown thin, and you could see a bright moon hanging high in the sky, like the only vent in the whole world.

Futami lay on the bed, reminiscing about the three hours alone with Asama.

Although it lacks a little heart-pounding charm, isn't that what life is like after marriage?
Asama brought her own water bottle today, which is not a good sign, she hasn't got her key props yet!

[Only poets and sages will believe that hard watering on the asphalt road can produce lilies].

Yes, direction and method are more important than hard work. Second see, you have to think of ways!
On Monday, June 6, the weather was overcast.

Asama dragged his tired body and arrived at the love counseling department before 7 o'clock.

Waiting for guests who have made an appointment early in the morning.

When I drank the third cup of green tea and felt a little bit like urinating.

Dong dong dong, there was a knock on the door outside.

　Thanks to the boss of [Seeing the flowers but not the leaves] for the reward.

　　thanks for your support.

　　Thank you all for your comments.

　　ps: During the whole process of working overtime, Station B played Hermann Hesse's Long Summer, and I listened to it over and over again, but I didn't understand a word.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)