"Welcome... Doihara-san, long time no see!"

"Lady boss, long time no see, how is business?"

"Thanks to you, everything is fine, Sachiko! Sachiko! Look who's coming!"

When Doihara brought Ichiro into the store, to Ichiro's surprise, the proprietress here seemed to be very familiar with Doihara. Even her daughter who was busy in the kitchen was called out by her to talk to Doihara.

Greetings sir.

"Is Sachiko that old already? He can help you, the landlady, with your business!"

"Uncle Doihara, you haven't been here for a long time. I thought you had forgotten us!"

"Haha, I'm really sorry. I was staying in the hospital a while ago and I just came back yesterday. Look, didn't I just run over here with my colleagues as soon as I finished work?"

"Hey...are you sick? How is your health?"

"It's all a small problem, it's no longer a problem! So please hurry up and let me drink to my heart's content!"

…

Doihara greeted Ichiro like a half-master and sat in front of the counter. Then he saw the proprietress grabbing an eggplant pickled with rice bran from behind the counter, cleaning it and preparing it.

"Mrs. Boss, your Sachiko will graduate soon!"

"Hey, this kid can't study at all. I think he can only help me take care of the business! By the way, Doihara-san, is your son already married?"

"Well, that guy is now living in the Philippines with his wife. My wife also passed away last year, and now... I am the only one left at home! Hey..."

Perhaps because the topic was a bit sad, everyone was silent for a while. But Mr. Doihara soon found a way to resolve the sadness. He pulled Ichiro and said to the landlady:

"Ah... I forgot to introduce him. This is my partner, Ichiro Furuta! His son is really amazing. Although I haven't met him yet, he seems to have been invited to make a movie!"

"Nani? Nani? Yun Nengren?"

Sachiko immediately became interested when she heard Doihara's words, while Ichiro nodded awkwardly and replied casually:

"Um... I guess I'm a graduate student in an office!"

…

When the appetizers before the meal were served, the landlady personally added a bottle of wine to each of them. Doihara casually picked up a piece of rice bran pickled cucumber and put it into his mouth, and then Ichiro heard the crisp chewing

Voice.

"Ah...it's rice bran pickled vegetables. It has the same flavor as what I used to eat when I was a kid!"

"That's right! The proprietress's bran bed has been passed down from generation to generation in her family. I heard it is 100 years old. With such an old bran bed, the pickled vegetables are naturally delicious!"

"100 years? No wonder! Senior, I remember it was said on TV that the common people in the Edo period were free from beriberi because rice bran pickles supplemented the nutrients lacking in vegetables!"

…

After a few glasses of wine, the landlady kindly asked the two of them:

"Doihara-san, today we have stewed amberjack daikon. Let me serve a portion for each of you! In addition, I also left some delicious neck meat..."

The proprietress whispered to Ichiro and Madoka Doihara. Doihara was very happy now. The neck meat of amberjack is the best of the best. If you are not a regular customer, you will never get it!

After a steaming bowl of yellowtail daikon was delivered to Ichiro, Ichiro picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. The radish was stewed so much that it melted in your mouth. After one bite, the soup mixed with the delicious taste of the yellowtail was filled.

It hit my mouth. For a moment, even my stomach felt warm.

On the charcoal fire, the neck meat of the yellowtail fish was slowly seeping with oil. In just a moment, the aroma of the fish meat spread throughout this small store, attracting other diners to look at the counter frequently.

"Lady boss! Can you... the guy on the grill give us some? It smells so good!"

"I'm really sorry, I only brought in one amberjack today! There are only two pieces of neck meat, and they have already been reserved by these two customers."

"Hey... Then give me a piece of teriyaki amberjack!"

"Hey, Sachiko, teriyaki amberjack for one person!"

"Hi!"

…

When the amberjack meat on the grill pan was grilled, the lady boss cut two pieces of fresh lemon and put them aside, and then placed the fish meat on the side dishes. After Ichiro picked up the chopsticks, he just said "I'm going to start", and

He picked up a lemon and squeezed it on the fish he had just cooked, then picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

With just one bite, the fat of the fish meat was simmered by the charcoal fire, and the burnt aroma mixed with the smell of charcoal immediately spread over his taste buds. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he felt this way.

"Ah...it's still as delicious as before!"

"Hey, is it true? I thought you were tired of our food?"

"Haha...how could it be?"

After drinking a bottle of sake, Doihara casually said in a slightly drunken tone:

"Lady boss! Speaking of which, it's really hard to find your place here! I haven't been here for a long time, and many places on the road have become unfamiliar to me. On that street over there, all the former convenience stores have been turned into credit vaults.

Got it!"

"Hey, you are worthy of being a police officer! I didn't expect you to even notice this. Hey! Ever since a small steel ball shop opened nearby, there have been many credit vaults around, and even the public security has been bad. Oh.

By the way, a while ago, a murder occurred on the other side of the First Keihin Expressway!"

"Murder case? Did the boss lady hear about it too?"

When Ichiro heard the landlady mention this, he immediately asked curiously.

"I heard about it! But then there was no news on TV, and I don't know if the case has been solved!"

Listening to what the landlady said, Ichiro felt that she seemed to be complaining about something. Maybe she didn't like the existence of small steel ball shops in this area! So he deliberately said to the landlady in an understanding tone:

"A small steel ball shop has opened nearby. It must be very difficult for residents like you!"

"Actually, that's not the case. If a customer wins money there, he or she will happily come to my place to have a few more drinks! Moreover, handsome young men often come to my place with their girlfriends! Maybe it's because they feel that

The food here is really delicious!"

"Young man? How old a young man?"

"This... must be less than thirty years old! I haven't paid attention to the specifics. But he doesn't come often, maybe two or three times a month."

After hearing what the landlady said, Ichiro couldn't help but raise his head and look at the customers in the store. However, he found that there were no young people here. Instead, there were mostly office workers and middle-aged people like Doihara.
Chapter completed!