"Then I'm going back now, it's almost time for you to send it here."

Kitagawa Rin stopped, held her travel shoulder bag firmly, and said to Kitagawa Temple and Kitagawa Eri behind her.

She just got the air ticket and now she has to go to security check, so Kitagawa Temple and Kitagawa Eri can only send it here.

"Mom Rin!" Kitagawa Eri hugged Kitagawa Rin and rubbed her little head against her chest: "I will miss you! Have a safe journey!"

"Yes." Kitagawa Rin touched Kitagawa Eri's head, then looked at Kitagawa Temple with his eyes: "Tales, remember to take good care of Eri. You two are brothers and sisters, so you can't let her suffer any grievance."

Regarding Kitagawa Rin's words, Kitagawa Temple replied with a blank expression: "No one can bully Eri except me."

Cough cough cough cough cough—

What is 'besides me'?

Kitagawa Rin coughed several times in succession, then opened her mouth unhappily: "You can't bully Eri!"

Kitakawaji didn't seem to care about her words at all, but said with a calm expression: "All the road is smooth."

"..." Kitagawa Rin shook his head helplessly: "Forget it."

Her voice paused, and she felt a little reluctant in her tone:

"Then I'll set out, Shi, Eri."

"Um."

Accompanied by the response from his children, Kitagawa Rin did not hesitate anymore and turned around and walked towards the security checkpoint.

Seeing her disappearing from the security checkpoint, Kitagawa Temple also took pictures of Kitagawa Eri and said calmly: "Eri. I applaud you for the taxi. You can bring this money and go home first."

As he said that, Kitagawa Temple gave Kitagawa Eri a few bills.

"Uh... Is Brother Si going to do something?"

Kitagawa Eri looked at Kitagawa Temple's movements with confusion.

"Something needs to be handled, so I can't accompany you home."

Kitagawa Temple vaguely brought this topic, obviously not wanting to explain it to Kitagawa Eri.

However, Kitagawa Eri had long been used to Kitagawa Temple going out because of various things, so she was sensible and didn't ask anything. She just nodded vigorously and said:

"Then brother Si, you must come back early."

“Yes.”

Kitagawa Temple waved his hand without any fluctuation and said goodbye to Kitagawa Eri for a while.

After watching her get in the car, Kitakawaji breathed and turned to look behind her.

At some point, two or three men in suits were already standing behind him.

The man in the suit walked up and said with a respectful tone:

"Mr. Kitagawa, please come here. Let's take you to the first place first."

Kitagawa Temple did not hesitate, and simply responded, and then followed them.

......

This is a small restaurant. To be more precise, it is more like a small, narrow restaurant. Its table setting is not exquisite, but the shiny tabletop can also make people see the care of the owner of this restaurant.

The dining table is divided into seven tables, each table is enough to accommodate four people. Since there is no meal time for office workers, the entire restaurant seems empty.

The middle-aged woman wearing a navy blue waiter apron and a white towel wrapped around her head was busy between the tables and chairs, and wiped the already neat tabletop over and over again in the rag in her hand.

In this case, Kitakawaji entered the restaurant alone.

The welcome ringtone rang, and the middle-aged woman in a navy blue apron raised her head and pulled out a standard smirk to please the guests: "Welcome."

"Yes." Kitagawaji responded simply and found a corner to sit down.

The middle-aged woman trotted to the counter, washed her hands and quickly wiped the water stains on her palms, then picked up the menu and hot towels to go to Kitakawaji Temple.

The whole process took only fifteen seconds, and it can be seen that middle-aged women often do such things.

"Please use this." The woman placed the hot towel in front of Kitakawaji Temple.

Then she opened the menu and displayed the contents above to Kitakawaji.

This can be considered a very considerate service.

Kitakawaji wiped his hands with a hot towel, and then looked at the menu inside her hand.

Stewed with mashed potatoes...fried tempura...cooked rice with tea...

The content on this menu is very simple, and most of them are easy to cook home-cooked dishes.

Kitagawaji's eyes just swept away at these dishes, and finally stopped at a dish on the menu.

Vegetarian fried wild vegetables.

Seeing Kitagawa Temple stopping his eyes while the dish, the middle-aged female ***er next to him also spoke at the right time: "The guest really has vision. It's time for the wild vegetables to mature recently. My husband has also spent a lot of effort to get these wild vegetables."

In Japan, wild vegetables are actually quite popular among the public. After all, these nutritious wild vegetables are decreasing in the process of modern urbanization, and many people want to eat these things.

"That's really hard." Kitagawaji nodded, his expression slightly moved: "Then let's get a portion of stewed potatoes and fried wild vegetables, and then a portion of rice."

"Okay." The middle-aged woman recorded it and then ran to the kitchen and called out.

Soon, steaming potato stew and vegetarian fried wild vegetables were served.

"Please use it." The middle-aged female *** said with her hand.

After she said this, she turned around and went to do her own business.

But before she could do it, she heard a camera click from behind.

Candid photography?

The middle-aged female *** subconsciously turned around.

I saw Kitakawaji pinch his cell phone in his hand and take a photo of the vegetarian wild vegetables in front of him.

What is this doing?

She blinked incomprehension, and then found that this was a bit impolite. She lowered her head and planned to pretend to be careless to continue her work.

But what the middle-aged female ***er didn't expect was that her moment of daze was caught by this calm customer.

The other party simply said: "I took this for my sister to see. If the store is not allowed to take photos, please allow me to apologize."

"Ah... there's no such thing." The middle-aged female *** waved her hand embarrassedly: "Please do whatever you want."

This time the other party did not answer. He just moved his head up and down slightly, then picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

For a moment, only the slight chewing sounds and the sound of chopsticks colliding with porcelain bowls remained in the small restaurant.

The atmosphere...it seems a bit awkward.

This is a bit inappropriate no matter how you look at it.

Maybe she would drive away a potential repeat customer because of her behavior.

This made the middle-aged female *** stop and try to activate the atmosphere and said, "Sorry, guest, does your sister prefer to eat wild vegetables? That's why she took photos..."

This seems to be a nonsense to liven up the atmosphere in the eyes of middle-aged female ***.

If the other party’s sister doesn’t like wild vegetables, why should he try to shoot wild vegetables?

But things happened beyond the waiter's expectations.

Kitakawaji shook his head and swallowed the wild vegetables in his mouth and said, "She doesn't like eating wild vegetables."

Um?!

Then why take pictures...?

If it was just to simply liven up the atmosphere, the waiter now really had the urge to ask the other person.

But it is definitely not appropriate to directly ask someone about his sister's personal affairs, so the middle-aged waitress just laughed dryly and did not answer.

Although she didn't ask, it doesn't mean Kitagawaji won't answer.

After a simple bite of the meal, the voice was dull:

"She always said that the mountain vegetables are bitter, but I wanted her to eat these, so I took a photo to show her."

"This is really..." The waitress opened her mouth, and a trace of nostalgia flashed subconsciously in her eyes: "It's not right, it's exactly the same as a child I know."

"Is that true? I wonder what kind of child he was?"

Kitagawa Temple asked in a timely manner.

"..." The waitress wiping the tabletop stopped for a moment, but it quickly returned to its original state. She lowered her head and wiped the tabletop while sighing.

"That was a very strong child. Although she didn't like eating mountain dishes, every time I cooked them for her, she would always eat all the mountain dishes. Afterwards... she would also tell me that the mountain dishes tasted too bitter, but she finished it every time."

Kitakawaji stopped the chopsticks in his hand and made a look like a qualified listener.

Under the hint of Kitagawaji's actions, the middle-aged waitress just spoke with a worried look: "I'm sorry for that child. I'm really sorry for her."

She sighed deeply.
To be continued...