Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

It was actually two or three o'clock in the afternoon when lunch started.

Han Feng departed from Liaoyang early in the morning, but the train was relatively slow at this time. It was already past noon when he arrived in Xinjing, and he rushed all the way to Kazuki Sakurai's house, and waited until lunch was ready. , naturally a little late.

It doesn't matter.

The lunch was so sumptuous that Han Feng couldn't even imagine how Sakurai Kazuki's wife, Sakurai Hexiang, could cook this exquisite meal on a wooden table in such a short period of time.

Yes, the lunch that Han Feng saw was exquisite, not sumptuous.

Han Feng and Sakurai Kazuki each prepared a tray in front of them. On the tray were six exquisite small plates and a porcelain bowl. Each plate had a different shape. Also small and clear.

If the Chinese eat here, they may feel that these eating utensils are a bit overkill, and they are too exquisite.

The plates are placed in a circle, and the rice balls are placed in the middle of the plate. Yes, they are rice balls dotted with seaweed.

Perhaps Sakurai Hexiang felt that Han Feng's appetite would be larger, so he put two more rice balls in Han Feng's small plate, and the rest of the plate contained fish, sauce, kimchi, cold vegetables, and miso. And so on, in the porcelain bowl is what looks like radish soup.

The overall amount was not large, and Han Feng even felt that even if he ate all the food in this tray, he would probably be half full.

But you can't deny that they are very delicate, with good color and fragrance, and the matching is also reasonable.

The Japanese have always demanded refinement in terms of diet, rather than demanding more.

In Han Feng's view, this is undoubtedly very reasonable. The human body needs to absorb enough nutrients for activities. Too much food will only lead to fattening of the body and degeneration of consciousness.

As for meals.

Han Feng learned a lot from Ruisheng's father, Li Guo, and what he already knew, summed it up as follows:

Don't gobble it up, and make a sound by chewing food.

Don't slur your words with food in your mouth.

There should be no indecent behavior at the dinner table, and no food for others.

The bowls and chopsticks should be picked up to eat, and the body should be sat upright as much as possible. The bones and fishbone that are eaten should be placed in the extra plate or on the tray very carefully.

To describe it a bit more vividly, the Japanese do not seem to be eating when they eat, but rather they seem to be performing a very ceremonial and sacred activity.

In this regard, Han Feng admired the culture left by his ancestors.

If you really eat like a little devil, then eating itself has lost the most fundamental meaning and fun.

"Kojiro, please!" Sakurai Kazuki said, Han Feng was kneeling upright, with a natural expression, polite manners, and calm conversation, even if he was not inferior to those promising young people in China he had seen.

Kazuki Sakurai looked at Han Feng again, feeling more and more satisfied.

When eating, there were only Han Feng, Sakurai Kazuki, and Sakurai Hexiang. When there were guests, the children would not come to the table.

But only Han Feng and Sakurai Kazuki were the ones who really moved the chopsticks.

If it is Chinese at the moment, Han Feng will naturally ask Sakurai Hexiang to eat with him, but this family is all Japanese, don't be stupid.

Sakurai Hexiang knelt aside quietly, like a servant serving Han Feng and the two for dinner, waiting for orders at any time.

Han Feng was indeed hungry, and he ate more carefully. He gently picked up a rice ball with chopsticks, bit off half of it, and then closed his mouth to chew slowly.

"How?" Sakurai Kazuki put a whole rice ball into his mouth and chewed it, before he could swallow it completely, he asked.

Han Feng: ""

This old guy doesn't follow the rules, and he is also a teacher who teaches and educates people, but he doesn't have the sense of ritual that Japanese people should have when eating.

"It's very good. The mellowness of rice and the fragrance of seaweed, the two flavors are mixed together, and I don't even want to chew it in my mouth. Senior has a wife who is an excellent cook."

On the side, Sakurai Aika covered her mouth and chuckled.

Sakurai Kazuki said: "Madam is really skillful in cooking. In this regard, Ayako is like her mother. The meals she cooked at a young age can already be equal to her mother's cooking."

Han Feng was slightly taken aback, "It turns out that Ayako's cooking skills are so good."

"Of course, Kojiro, please be casual here, don't be cautious, if you don't have enough rice balls, you can add more. In this Manchukuo, except for us Japanese, other people can't eat rice."

"Is it an economic criminal?"

"You've heard this too?"

"Yes."

"Rice, white flour, soybeans, these are first-class staple foods, and we have to give priority to supplying our army and people. Manchurians originally planted very little rice. After we arrived, we found that the land here is very suitable for growing our Hokkaido rice. They were introduced and started to be planted in large quantities, and the fact that they don’t eat rice has not affected them too much.”

Han Feng smiled, then fell silent.

There was a moment of silence, and the two ate quietly.

Kazuki Sakurai suddenly asked again: "Kojiro, how old are you this year?"

"26."

"Is there a marriage in the family?"

"No."

"In Chinese terms, it's time to talk about marriage." Kazuki Sakurai raised his glass with a smile, and had a drink with Han Feng.

Han Feng was speechless. This old devil actually worried about his marriage?

No, Han Feng came back to his senses, Ayako seemed to be in her early twenties, a Japanese girl who was still living in her father's house at such an age, she seemed to be an "older leftover girl" eager to get married.

So this old devil is going to recruit himself to be his son-in-law?

""

Han Feng looked at the expressions of the two people in front of him again, which further confirmed his guess.

It's just for ridicule, who knows if Kazuki Sakurai in front of him knows that he is Chinese or the Eighth Route Army, he will regret his intestines again.

As for Ayako, although Han Feng is not interested in the Japanese, and he hates the Japanese invaders even more, he also knows that his hatred for the invaders should never be placed on these and did not participate in the aggression, and was even kept in the dark of innocent people.

Then there is no other way, Han Feng made up his mind, if Sakurai Kazuki really brought up this matter, he must definitely refuse it.

755 The only purpose

When Ayako was helping to clean up the dishes, she heard her parents talking in the side room. She is a gentle girl. She knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on people's conversations like this, but suddenly she heard the conversation was her own, and couldn't help it. Quietly hid aside and listened.

Sakurai Kazuki seemed very sad, "Ayako is 21 this year, and she is not too young. If she doesn't marry again, she will only make people laugh."

"Isn't it that I haven't found a suitable one all the time? I also blame you. I always look down on this and that, which delays my daughter's marriage.