"Welcome!" The young man wearing a suit that was rarely seen among Japanese waiters and wearing a bow tie diligently pushed open the turntable and welcomed the two men and one woman three guests into the restaurant: "Is there any reservation?"

"I booked three days ago, my surname is Ai." What surprised the waiter was that speaking on behalf of several people was actually the young child (?)

"Hi Yi! Please wait!" Fortunately, the waiter finally maintained the usual manners of the Japanese. Otherwise, Ai Fei was a little doubtful if it was the right decision to invite his parents to eat at this newly opened Western restaurant.

"Ah, yes. Ai Fei...jun!" The waiter glanced at the faces of the three people in a strange way. It was obvious that he thought of something from this name: "The seat has been prepared for you, please go here!"

Arranged the seats of the three people, and the waiter brought the meal signs - everything was Western, which made Taro Aizhu and Ai Yukiko who were on this occasion feel particularly uncomfortable: "Xiao Ai Jun, do you have to come to such a place?"

"Actually, it's not as solemn as you and your father think. Just do whatever you want!" Ai Fei opened the dining card, browsed a few pages casually, and closed it again: "Is there anything you can introduce?"

"Hi! Today there is fresh whale meat, caviar that has just arrived here, and French Monton wine, which was produced in 1947."

"Mom, can you and Dad eat some spicy food?"

"Well……."

"No, then." Ai Fei waved his hand and began to order: "Give me a bacon butter mushroom soup, then egg spinach salad, Hawaiian flavored toast, and the dishes you recommend, mango chicken fillets, and finally kumquat fresh ginger and almonds, wine? Just as you said, a bottle of 47 years of Monton."

"Hi! Come soon!"

Watching the waiter walk away, Ai Yukiko and her husband looked at each other uneasy: "Xiao Aijun, do you come here often?"

"Frequently? Mom, it's only been less than a week since it's been open!"

"So...what is Xiao Aijun very familiar with everything like this?"

Ai Fei was shocked: This kind of Western food etiquette is something that a child who lived in Japan since childhood should have mastered? Or was he learned when he participated in some banquets attended by foreigners when he was in college!

Fortunately, he was finally a little anxious: "Actually, when he was working with Mr. Spencer Humpja, he received his hospitality and tasted it a few times, and then he learned a little bit of fur! If I were to do it a little more, I would be afraid that I would not be able to do it!"

Looking at his son's childish expression, Ai Yukiko and Ai Zhu Taro immediately dispelled their doubts, but another question emerged: "Then... I'm afraid that dining here will be very expensive?"

"It's definitely a price you can afford, don't worry about such things."

"So, thank you!"

The dishes came up quickly. Seeing that my mother and father were at a loss, they seemed to not know which set of knife and fork to choose. Ai Fei smiled and waved his hand: "Mom, if you don't know what to use, just use it from the outside. That's it..."

He gestured with his hands, and Ai Yukiko and Ai Zhu Taro immediately understood that it was only when they started eating.

It was the first time for Ai Shiko and her husband to eat Western food. She had never even heard of the etiquette here. She had to imitate her son and clumsyly pick up the knife and fork to cut the steak and lettuce - but the taste buds of the two easily accepted the taste of the steak: "Well, it's delicious!"

"Haha... If your mother likes, eat more. However, the biggest feature of Western food is that the dishes are always served one by one. In order to taste the deliciousness of the last dessert, I advise you to keep a little appetite."

"Haha..." Ai Shizuko smiled embarrassedly: "Hi! I must have a little appetite!"

Taro Aizhu is still a parent-child style: "Xiao Ai, how is the company recently?"

"Dad, one of the most important etiquettes you should pay attention to when eating Western food is not to hold a knife and fork in your hands when speaking. It doesn't matter to me. If you really fly out and hurt other guests, it will be troublesome!"

Taro Aizhu blushed, and quickly put down the knife and fork, repeating his own question.

"So far, the situation is still good. But there are too few people, only Sakai and I. Sometimes I can't be busy, but I have to keep entertaining guests from different places. Even normal creations have to stop for these people and things."

"Didn't Xiao Aijun have published recruitment in the third issue of the magazine? Why, isn't anyone here?"

"It's not that no one is coming, but more of them are children. They just come here to seek after reading my works..." He thought about it: "………exciting. Maybe it's more interesting for them to see Ai Feijun in life than to know him through his works?"

Seeing him feeling worried, the couple was both funny and distressed: "So...what should I do?"

"Ai Jun? Is it really you?" Before Ai Fei could answer his parents' questions, a familiar voice rang beside him.

He turned around and said, "It's... Mr. Hasegawa? Good evening!"

"It's really Ai Jun? I think I've recognized the wrong person!" Standing beside him was Hasegawa Yuemon, who was the host of the Novel Awards Awards Gala. A 28-9-year-old girl with a slender figure stood beside him. Seeing him stand up from his seat, the two of them took a step back and saluted him with a smile: "Good evening!"

"Good evening. Why, has Mr. Hasegawa come here to have a meal too? Or is it already..."

"No, I'm here just now!" Hasegawa explained to him with a smile: "Ah, this is an insider, Dora. Hey, this is Ai Feijun who I mentioned to you."

The woman who asked Hasegawa Do to bowed and bowed: "I heard my uncle mention you, but I didn't expect you to be so young, haha..."

"Actually nothing! It's just a little immature work of mine. Thanks to all the judges, they are not tired of it, but they have many praises. I really don't dare to take it!"

"Ai Feijun, since the Grand Prize, I have been paying attention to you and your works. Has any new novel been released recently? If so, I would like to be the first to read it!"

"I'm sorry, I've been busy with comics clubs recently..."

"Please wait!" Hasegawa interrupted his words with a strange look: "Ai Feijun, you are not the Ai Feijun who created "Crayon Shin-chief" and "jump" magazines, right?"

"Eh?" Ai Fei was also stunned: "It's me!"

"Haha..." Hasegawa exchanged a strange look with his wife: "It's so unimaginable! Can you believe it? I and I are both from your readers! Well, we are still trying to find this guy named Ai Feijun! It turns out it was you?"

“…………”

Hasegawado glanced at her husband and bowed: "Sorry, my uncle and I like your work very much. My uncle even wanted to find this mysterious author for an interview. Later, he gave up this ridiculous idea. But he didn't expect that the author who created such an interesting manga would be the same person as the author who created "Points and Lines"!"

After she said this, Hasegawa was also reminded: "Ai Jun, can you accept interviews from the illicit club? Not only me, but many colleagues and readers of newspapers are also very interested in you. If..."

Ai Fei smiled bitterly: "Actually, I have never thought of accepting any interviews for the popularity of his comics. Just as the saying goes: If you think an egg is delicious, why do you have to see the hen that lays the eggs?"

Hasegawa was stunned for a moment, and even ignored his presence in the high-end restaurant, he immediately burst into laughter at his words: "Hahahahaha! It's so interesting! I didn't expect... Oh, sorry!"

"Uh..." Hasegawado hesitated for a moment: "Then, don't disturb your meal with your family! Let's go?"

Hasegawa just wanted to formally talk to Ai Fei about the interview, but his wife pulled him back and had to follow him helplessly. However, after only a few steps, he turned back: "Ai Jun, please consider the interview carefully!"
Chapter completed!