Ning Weimin moved the chair in front of Matsumoto Keiko, and then sat down at the table.

However, when I took a closer look, I was surprised by the richness of the ingredients, and my attention was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of dishes on the table.

"This... is too troublesome. Did you make it? Or did you buy it?"

"I didn't buy it, I made it with my mother. This is a Japanese New Year food. Please try it. I hope it will satisfy your appetite." Matsumoto Keiko said politely.

You know, what she brought today was a complete set of "Osechi Cuisine".

The multi-layered lacquer box she uses to store food is called a "heavy box".

This type of thing looks like a Chinese food box with an infrared black interior and a square shape, which means "good things come in a steady stream".

Although there are regional differences, Japanese heavy boxes generally have three to five layers.

Keiko Matsumoto's family is wealthy, so she brought a five-story "heavy box" with an extremely rich menu.

In terms of value, it can definitely surpass the 10,000 yen worth of "Osechi Ryori" sold in high-end restaurants.

In the top layer of "Ichinoju", the dishes loaded are "celebration dishes" and "gutori" dishes that go with drinks.

Place barbecued food and vinegar-based cold dishes in the second layer of "two pieces".

The third layer of "Three Heavy" is filled with roasted mountain delicacies.

The fourth layer of "heavy" contains boiled food and stews.

The last layer of "Five Heavy" is empty, which means making room to hold blessings.

So there are four big food boxes, each with more than a dozen varieties, and together they come to almost a hundred varieties.

It's like a mini version of the official seats at Tan Gong Restaurant. Do you think Ning Weimin can't be surprised?

Eating is the next best thing. The key is that Ning Weimin's business mind is not idle.

Even though his brain was half-burned at the moment, he was stimulated by this and started to work at high speed, instinctively thinking about the possibility of making money by imitating it.

"Eat quickly, don't be polite, if you wait any longer, the food will be cold again..."

After a long time, seeing that Ning Weimin still hadn't moved his chopsticks, Matsumoto Keiko thought he was embarrassed and couldn't help but urge him again.

"Then I ate it?" Ning Weimin returned to reality from his business fantasy and started to really taste it.

The temperature of the food is just right, and it exudes an alluring aroma.

The various smells were all delicious and intoxicating that Ning Weimin had never smelled before.

After all, he is a Chinese. In his previous life, he only visited Tokyo briefly, and his meals were all in chain restaurants operated by capital.

Where can I go to have such a truly high-end and authentic Japanese-style banquet?

It's like outsiders and foreigners coming to the capital to hang out.

Often we can only go to restaurants and eat out.

Even if it's not a black shop with a name only in tourist areas, you can't get really delicious braised noodles and sumptuous spring cake banquets, and De Sheng Bao.

Because these special foods require effort and effort, which is troublesome.

How could a merchant engage in such an uneconomical transaction?

What's more, Matsumoto Keiko just sat there without any peace of mind.

Yamato Nadeshiko's virtue made her move to the desk, where she kept adding dishes and soup to Ning Weimin.

Ning Weimin only needs to be his master and concentrate on eating delicious food.

Mature women all understand an iron rule. Being able to receive adequate care from women in terms of diet and daily life has always been a man’s most primitive desire, and even his ultimate dream.

On the surface, men's love is stimulated by hormones.

But in essence, a man's love depends on the nourishment of his stomach.

So I have to admit that "get an American salary, live in a British house, marry a Japanese wife, and find a French lover", this is really true.

Japanese women are indeed a kind of existence that can represent gentleness and sweetness.

Relatively speaking, it is different in China. Men are often the ones who take care of women.

I have to keep asking the girl what she wants to eat or drink?

You have to pick up food, serve soup, and please each other, and in the end you have to pay for it yourself.

In short, Ning Weimin was almost in a trance after eating this meal.

He is no longer simply eating and chewing nutrients.

He is enjoying the love and care of a woman and absorbing emotional nourishment.

Moreover, this woman still strongly attracts him in all aspects. She is the national goddess of contemporary Japan.

Not to mention the pleasure brought by the desire to conquer, it is this kind of meticulous and considerate enjoyment that makes him fall deeply in love and find it difficult to extricate himself.

"Is it delicious?" Matsumoto Keiko asked softly.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." Ning Weimin replied sincerely.

And in the blink of an eye, he proved it with his actions.

Sweep away most of the food, especially boiled food and stews, leaving nothing behind.

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry. You are still sick."

Ning Weimin suddenly stopped, looked at Matsumoto Keiko calmly, and said seriously, "I seem to be fine."

"What? Alright?"

"Really, suddenly my head doesn't hurt anymore, my forehead doesn't feel hot anymore, and my body doesn't feel sore anymore."

"You are clearly kidding me, really..."

"I'm not kidding. I'll just eat and feel better. Maybe it's because I'm sweating. No, it's because I saw you..."

Keiko Matsumoto's face turned red instantly, "You're saying it's not a joke? I wish it was really that magical."

"I won't lie to you. Don't you...don't believe me?"

Matsumoto Keiko didn't know if Ning Weimin was just saying it casually or if he was serious.
Chapter completed!