Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 39 Special Meeting Ceremony
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a black car stopped outside the gate of Jixing Liao on time.

The driver was sent by Nakiri's family. Niito Hisako opened the door from the passenger seat, and saw Xia Yan carrying a big suitcase, with Isshihui and Jiuga Zhaoji behind her buttocks.

"Do you mind if I bring the two of them?" Xia Yan asked.

"No problem. It's a relaxed and informal family banquet. Chief Dojima will also be there. Besides, the chief also knows Kuga and Isshiki-senpai. After all, they are talented students who went to high school in Yuanchu Middle School."

Said, Xinhu Feishazi took the initiative to open the door of the back seat.

Seeing Xia Yan sitting in the middle holding a suitcase, together with Yi Se Hui and Jiu Ga Zhao Ji, the three well-proportioned teenagers in the back seat did not seem crowded.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh, this, since it's a visit, you must bring some small gifts. This is a little souvenir."

small gift...

Souvenirs...

Niihu Feishazi suddenly became curious. Since he is a student of Yuanyue, knowing that the Nakiri family has a big family and a great career, he must forcefully offer a meeting gift, so it must not be something ordinary.

Speechless all the way.

The car drove to the back hill of the academy, which was considered a mountainous area surrounded by shaded trees. Looking up from the low parking lot, a group of Japanese-style buildings could be vaguely seen.

Very classic and style manor.

The style is very close to the Nakiri mansion in Xia Yan's mind, not a western-style villa.

Considering that this is within the Tokyo metropolitan area, even though the location is very remote and almost connected with the neighboring city and county, it is still a big family that owns a villa in Tokyo metropolis. Compared with those European-style mansions in the bustling urban area, the background is faintly higher. A sense of grandeur.

Niihu Feisha took them to the room where the family feast was held.

From a distance, a refreshing and charming male voice came out: "...Haha, I knew that today's protagonist is not me. The Nakiri family hasn't held a family banquet for a long time."

Another old and deep voice continued, "Yin, did you just say that Joichiro and that child met?"

"Is such that……"

Inside the house, Yin Dojima took out his mobile phone and was about to tell an anecdote about Xingping Restaurant when someone knocked on the sliding door, and Hisako Nido's voice said, "Commander, Chief Dojima, the guests have arrived. "

The door opened suddenly.

Dojima Yin stood there in a daze, his eyes met Xia Yan who had just arrived, and they stared at each other speechlessly.

"cough."

Patting the vacant seat beside him, Dojima Gin greeted loudly in a disguised manner, "Come on, sit here."

When it comes to a family banquet, the arrangement of seats is also very particular. Xia Yan found that Dojima Gin was sitting first on the left side of the long table.

You must know that Nihong respects the left, and the status of the left minister is higher than that of the right minister.

The seat that Dojima Gin pointed to was the second seat on the left.

When he was hesitating, Xia Yan saw the old man in the main seat, and nodded slightly to him from the air, Xia Yan simply didn't have to worry about anything, and sat down cross-legged.He is still not used to sitting upright on the tatami.

As for Yishihui, Jiuga Zhaoji and Xinhu Feishazi, they sat in a row opposite Xia Yan.

On the long table, only some appetizers were placed.

For example, in a simple small bowl, fried small dried fish are piled up into a sharp corner, and the bottom of the bowl is clear kombu broth.

There is also wormwood tofu, with sea urchin and wasabi puree on top, also poured with broth.

With a glance, Xia Yan secretly smacked his lips.

It is already conceivable that in the so-called "low-key luxury", the taste of birds fades away.

Anyway, he has never been too cold for the banquet, which mainly focuses on seasonal ingredients and advocates fresh eating methods.

"correct--"

Open the carrying case, and put a few bottles and jars on the table.

Xia Yan said to Nakiri Senzaemon: "This is a meeting gift I brought, a special local product, you should like it, Commander."

Yisehui was opposite Xia Yan, her eyebrows twitching.

The red seasoning in one of the glass bottles is the kind of spicy bean paste.

As for the other two bottles, Yisehui was a little confused.

What is this?

do not know.

I have never seen the things that Xia Yan showed in Jixingliao, and they are also packed in glass bottles, one by one, one by one.

Yishihui snorted: "Why is it a bit like pickles and pickles?"

Dojima Yin simply started directly, picked up a bottle, and opened the lid.

As a result, the rich salty flavor surged out.

"It's really a pickle!"

Taking a sip of the tangy and refreshing taste, Dojima Gin said with a full face: "Actually, compared to the bland banquet appetizers, I still like to eat a small dish of salted food before a big meal. Appetizer."

"Cough, that, can I eat and see?"

Xia Yan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

The old man Nakiri Senzaemon also seemed to be interested, and ordered the servant to bring another pair of bowls and chopsticks, so a bottle of "souvenir" was divided up.

"Crack."

For a while, there was only the sound of chewing and eating in the dormitory.

Dojima Ginyu, who moved his chopsticks first, said: "The flavor is very different from our neon pickles. The neon pickles we call are divided into 'salt pickles', 'sugar pickles', and 'soy sauce pickles'. There are many kinds of stains."

"And if we classify according to the length of pickling time, there are light pickling, overnight pickling, impromptu pickling..."

Kuga Teruki and Niito Hisako expressed surprise and uncertainty.

One of them specializes in Sichuan cuisine, and the other focuses on traditional Chinese medicine cuisine. They are knowledgeable about Chinese cuisine culture, and they can be called half China hands.

Seeing that Xia Yan bottled the "souvenir" as a souvenir, the first reaction of the two of them was to have question marks on their foreheads——

What the hell, isn't it mustard?

When it comes to pickled vegetables in Chinese cuisine, the stereotyped impression is mustard and sauerkraut.

And "mustard mustard", among the eight major cuisines of China, does not have a place on the table.

The two didn't put down their chopsticks, but saw Dojima Gin and Nakiri Senzaemon chewing and eating. They couldn't stop their chopsticks, and the frequency of chopsticks was getting faster and faster.

see.

After a long time, I opened my mouth according to Ji, and I really wanted to say, stop.

Banquet, banquet.

This should not be eaten!

Dojima Gin finished eating quickly, and gave a thumbs up: "Please bring me a copy of this kind of souvenir, please!"

Xia Yan looked at the ceiling with an apologetic expression: "This, let's talk about it."

"Want to buy? You can always buy it!" Dojima Yinhao waved his hand angrily, "The price is up to you—"

"Handmade souvenirs, the output is limited every year, sorry..." Xia Yan murmured to himself, looking at the system funds, what's the use of collecting your banknotes, it's not going to be swallowed by the system.

I found Dojima Gin's greedy ghost who would not stop until he got a few bottles.

Xia Yan was helpless, and said kindly: "Uh, Chief Dojima, this kind of pickled vegetable called ' mustard mustard' is a side dish that is not allowed to be served on dog meat in China. Anyway, there is a saying that it is so poor that even You can’t even afford pickled mustard, so you can imagine how low-end food it is in the eyes of the elders.”

"impossible!"

Dojima Gin was full of disbelief.

"This kind of product that contains the master's craftsmanship and painstaking efforts, you tell me it is low-end? The 'Kyoto stain' that represents our neon stains will be swept away to which pitiful corner?!"

Ok……

Xia Yan really didn't want to continue on this topic, and said in a narrative-like indifferent tone:
"I admit that this is a very high-end, noble and elegant food. Once, when I was eating instant noodles at the airport, I tore open a pack of fu (pei) mustard mustard. envious eyes..."

At this time, the door was opened again, and a female voice asked in surprise:
"Where is the high-end and noble food?"

(End of this chapter)