I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 103 My Favorite Shop, Didn't Survive the Summer
"Guest, your meal is ready."

Noto Kiko took the bowl and placed it at the table of Yuki Kajo, who was still immersed in his personal world.

"Oh, thank you."

Yuuki Karang came back to his senses, stopped his finger movement, and Fujii, who was only showing his face, had already gone back to the kitchen.

He didn't like drinking oden at first, but after smelling the tangy aroma, he hesitated to take a bite.

tasty!The taste is crisp and smooth, how is this made?

I didn't expect this humble shop to have such food, comparable to the standard of some old shops with a long history.

He ate up the food in a hurry, turned around and paid the bill, the price was less than [-] yen, which was really worth the money for such delicious food.

"See you next time, guest."

Noto Kiko greeted habitually, Yuuki Kajo moved away, wanted to say something, but couldn't speak, so he had to leave temporarily.

"Huh? Are you and Noto like when she was young?"

Several old ladies who were shopping together pointed at Kiko Noto behind the counter in surprise and shouted.

"I am her niece, Notomeko, and I am indeed more like her."

These people are her regular customers, Noto Kiko patiently explained.

"I really envy Noto Kiko! The nieces are all so beautiful. If she chooses to marry when she is young, the rich or handsome guys will be chosen randomly."

"Who told her to have such a high vision? When she gets old, she will be single. What's the use of a store that has been open for nearly 40 years?"

"Keep your voice down, my niece is still here."

These old ladies were gossiping, and after packing the oden they bought, they walked away talking non-stop.

As for Kiko Noto, she recalled the scene when she worked for several years after graduating from Keio University.
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At that time, she was 28 years old, her family had urged her to marry her several times, and she was working as a department head of a conference club.

Noto Kiko graduated from a famous university, and there are high-level people who are seniors from the same school in the club. Noto Kiko was active in the mid-70s, the eve of the bubble era.

At that time, the economy of the island country was developing rapidly, and the status of women was also improving. She was born in Keio University, with good ability and background, so she climbed to the position of department head. It took six years. I heard that if she graduated from Tokyo University Sheng, it is not surprising to be a minister.

"Miss Xizi, do you want to join the after-get off work fellowship? You haven't come for a long time?"

Colleagues around her reminded her to pay attention to maintaining basic social activities. Different from her maverick in high school and college, the society of the island country pinches everyone into a uniform standard, without personality, and obeys the public, just like hollow bodies. The body of a person constitutes a member of this huge and sophisticated society.

"Really? Then I will definitely go after get off work at night."

Noto Kiko pretended to be surprised, and agreed. The objects of friendship are not limited to the same club. The so-called wealthy sons-in-law who have good conditions often appear in friendship activities, but she doesn't look down on these social elites. She wants to Yes, it is someone who can make her heart beat, and she doesn't care about her status or income.

After get off work, colleagues who took a taxi came to the tavern they agreed with each other. Islanders often gather to drink after get off work, forming a unique and special wine culture.

"This is Daisuke Moriyong, Chief of the Financing Department of Chiba Bank, a top student at Nagoya University."

"Masao Doi, deputy chief of Chiba Bank's sales department, graduated from Imperial University."

"Yuta Fuhara, technical section chief of the Honda Motor Power Department, a top student at Tokyo Institute of Technology."

The female colleague next to her introduced the names and backgrounds of the three friends who had been kneeling on the tatami one by one. They were all young, and all of them were chief and deputy section chiefs of important departments of the Assembly Club under the age of 30. They were considered young and capable in this country. For potential stocks.

"I've heard that there is a single beauty in your club. I saw her today. She is even more beautiful than I imagined. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Daisuke Mori in a black suit bowed his body and stretched out his hand politely, with a confident smile on his face. As far as the three men sitting were concerned, his good looks and the highest annuity income were already the best conditions that's it.

Noto Kiko quickly shook hands with him, and sat down with her hands apart. She and two female colleagues were on one side, and three men on the other, symmetrical to each other like a blind date.

Her two female colleagues were considered beauties even after putting on makeup, but the three men opposite all cast their eyes on Noto Kiko at the same time.

Elegant figure, perfect face, light makeup on the face is elegant and elegant, the simple ponytail tied up and knotted, and the raised arc attracts the mind. This is a beauty that cannot be measured by ratings. In the Warring States Period, it will definitely be There are samurai ronin who have gone on and on, willing to sacrifice their lives for her, and enshrine her as the existence of Ji (princess).

"Miss Noto, what are your hobbies?"

Yuta Fuhara, who looked like an honest technical geek, launched an offensive calmly, "I like music and movies, specifically jazz and musicals."

"I prefer to watch TV. Every day after get off work, I lie in front of the kotatsu table at home, put my feet in to keep warm, drink all kinds of wine and peel citrus like a fool, and listen to the sound of rain, wind, and thunder outside. Lightning flashes, baby swaying with the wind on a sunny day under the eaves, I like it the most."

Of course, the inner monologue cannot be spoken out, otherwise it will be considered as unmotivated and out of group, and become the object of private ridicule.

"Sports, baseball or something."

Thinking of the past a few years ago, the blurred figure of Qi Yuanhe on the small color TV screen, throwing down the baseball bat and kneeling in frustration, like an old photo album that has been opened in dust, memories flooded my heart with warmth.

"I also like baseball. The best pitcher last year was Kazuya Suhara. According to the news, he married a second-rate female idol this year. It seems that famous professional baseball players like to marry female artists."

Doi Masao, who was on the edge, revealed the information he had learned, and finally intended to appear.

"I appreciate Ms. Noto more, a capable independent woman. Even if she gets married, she doesn't need to change her husband's surname to become a housewife, and she can have her own career."

You this guy!I can't tell, I really know how to lick!

The other two men looked sideways at Masao Doi, who was in the same row. His appearance and conditions were not good, so let's start with the family treatment, right?
Such a big beauty, I call!

Daisuke Mori looked back at Kiko Noto, whose soul was out of his body and lost in memories, and he made up his mind, and followed up.

"My attitude is the same. Independent women in the new era have a special beauty."

"Me too, the traditional old customs are no longer suitable for the current environment."

Yuta Fuhara, a technical geek, also added that the three men treated each other coldly for their prey, and the atmosphere became tense for a while.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired, so I'll take my leave first."

Noto Kiko's memories were shattered, and the news about Suhara Kazuya's marriage made her inexplicably disappointed, and she suddenly got up and said goodbye in an impolite way.

"It's all about you, talking about marriage, which scared Miss Xizi away."

"Didn't you say it? Your eyes are almost protruding. Can't you be a little more reserved?"

"Asshole, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Behind the closed door, there were sounds of men arguing and fighting, but Noto Kiko didn't care about it.

He stopped a taxi on the side of the road with a brand new [-]-yen bill, obviously the young couple who greeted her first, watched angrily as she got into the back seat, and raised a friendly middle finger.

"It's rare to see such a generous guest like you! Where are you going?"

The driver accepted the money, she smiled bitterly and replied.

"Maybe in a few years, the roadside will be full of customers waiting for the bus with big bills. Our country is developing very fast."

Looking sideways at the feasting lights outside the car window, she reported a place that was not developing fast. The commercial street she used to go to in high school had her favorite small oden shop.

In the middle of the night in the commercial street, all the shops were closed. Kiko Noto took off her high heels and walked barefoot to the small oden shop.

"Poor management, shop transfer."

She raised her head and murmured the notice on the rolling door. It turned out that this place was also abandoned by the times and failed to survive this summer.

Crouching down, looking up at the deep sky, the stars have become fewer and fewer, and the fast-paced modern life, accompanied by billowing industrial smoke, has obscured them.

"I planned to not get married at the age of 30, no matter how cheap that youthful sports idiot is, I didn't expect to be preempted."

She complained, looked at the contact number of the store's transfer, stood up and made up her mind.

"Let's sell this store, sister, I'm going to lie flat."

In this way, nearly 40 years later, the 28-year-old Noto Kiko became the 63-year-old Noto mother-in-law.

(End of this chapter)