Miss Hardcore Love Daily

Ginza, a really lively place that can only be squeezed in with your feet.

In addition to the assortment of new pickup truck stores with flashing LED lights, there are some not-so-gorgeous small stores in these corners, some of which don’t even have names, and even the stores are hidden in the depths of this bustling world.

For example, a two-story house sandwiched between two tall buildings in Ginza Commercial Street.

"I heard that it has a history of more than 100 years! And the first proprietress is a famous beauty in Taisho!"

One of the two working women positively introduced to the other in this way.

"so what?"

"So let's go have a drink! Whether it's wine or appetizers, they are super delicious! And this appliance has a special feature..."

"Eh? What is it?"

"The waiters who apply here are beautiful regardless of gender! And they can serve desserts after dinner! I heard that it was set up by the third generation to sober up the guests!"

"Oh, isn't this too messy?"

"But, it's fun, right?"

"Well... that's what you said."

As the two talked, they opened the wooden door inlaid with stained glass and jingled.

The woman among the two has been introducing this nameless shop to her friends, as if she is on a pilgrimage, chatting endlessly to a doorbell here.

"It's kind of like a coffee shop."

The other one didn't have that much interest, and today he came out to drink with his friends, and it was completely to accompany the other party.

Women's minds are always very delicate, they will be obsessed with delicate beauty, even the most unkind people will stop for it.

Or it should be said that Wanyin Jiaye is the root of women, which makes this store full of beauty that only women can understand.

However, there are also reasons why successive store owners have been committed to expressing this subtle feature, whether it is the second generation or the third generation...

When these two guests came, there weren't too many people here, and the tavern would only be lively in the middle of the night.

They didn't choose the booth, but chose the place near the window. As for the reason——

"This stained glass is so beautiful... It's similar to the ones I saw overseas..."

"Isn't it? This glass is a special feature here!"

"Speaking of..."

One of them turned his gaze to the booth next to the bar, "Although there are not many people now, why did you put...handicrafts on that chair? What is that?"

The girl who had been answering my friend's questions also looked over there. She had seen photos of that thing in people's comments on the Internet, but as for the reason, it seemed that someone had reserved it all along.

"It seems that...someone has reserved a seat, but they haven't come?"

"Eh? This store is so rich? Is that gold? That 'mask'? What if I lose it?"

"Hahaha, this is what they need to worry about...but..."

The two of them laughed because of this. The waiter who was serving drinks for them—that was the person standing at the bar all the time in charge of drinks. I often read on the wine cabinet.

This young man was about 25 or [-]. Hearing that this was not the first time the guest was interested in the gold decoration, he suddenly laughed: "I won't bother you!"

He remembered that he was mischievous when he was a child, and wanted to sell it, but the punishment after he was discovered became a psychological shadow in his heart.

In fact, he has always complained about that handicraft-like jewelry.

After all, it was his great-grandfather who mentioned his father at the beginning, and then taught himself a lesson—ah, although, since then, he has also heard a shameful story.

"Hey! Brother, brother, do you know the story of that 'mask'?"

The young man in the raincoat chuckled, "It's just a commemorative thing!"

"Is it the first generation?" The female guest who had always been active said suddenly.

This is embarrassing for him. He is also very helpless about the stories of the first generation, second generation, and third generation that spread all over the Internet without authorization. After all, he has never heard the truth from the older generation. Lah, although my great-grandfather said that the first lady boss was very beautiful, but there are really no photos or anything, it should be a rumor spread on the Internet!"

"Look, the things you read on the Internet are very deceptive..."

"Hey!" The woman sighed, as if something had been shattered: "But the 'mask'...?"

The young man saw that the other party was chattering, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood, so he let out a little bit of the legend that he was beaten when he was a child: "But my father said that the mask is from the first generation~ because it is too long. Pretty had to cover her face...the reason for putting it there is also because the first generation often sits there."

Well, more or less that's all.

After all, although he is the boss on the surface, in fact, the owner of this store is someone else.

The owner doesn't care about money, and even pays back money. He maintains the mask once a year, and asks someone to get it for a new one every three years. It's never really lost—because even if it is stolen, it will soon He would be returned, and he guessed that the reason why people were willing to give up the mask was definitely beyond his reach as an ordinary person.

"Romantic story... Could it be that you are the boss here, little brother?"

The young man laughed: "Say it now?"

But he didn't stop the woman's gossip, and the girl asked again: "Then... is it the love story of the first generation?"

The young man shook his head: "You asked me! This time I really don't know!"

What about 'Love Story of the First Generation'...

The young man returned to his place and opened the book in his hand. It was a photocopy of the old books on the old bookshelf upstairs, because although those old books were the real ones, they were too old to withstand such flipping. .

After the approval of his great-grandfather, grandfather, father, and owner in his head, he finally found some fun in this tavern.

But on this book, there are notes from the original person, which looks like it was written by a man.

But what if the character of the first generation is like this, a very masculine woman?

He has a bit of a bad taste. The young man had heard the story of this store when he was young. From his great-grandfather when he was young, his grandfather said that the first boss, Ms. Wan Yin and Mr. Kujo, were very extraordinary people.

Sometimes he doesn't quite understand, and he also thinks that his great-grandfather is getting old and confused, why he pulls him, who is less than twenty years old, to tell a long story about 100 years ago.

After all, it's all very boring stuff.

And that one seems to have died young... Even the "first generation love story" mentioned just now seems to be the end of nothing - the woman died of illness, and the man also died within a few years.

When he was born, his family's business seemed to be related to his boss. At first, it was his mother. After his mother died of illness, it was his daughter who was in contact with him. People called her 'Miss Meiyue'.

This name sounds very cute, and that is the cutest and most beautiful girl he has ever seen.

If you ask him, the first generation or something is not as good as a finger of Miss Meiyue.

The book he was reading was a three-vulgar story, in which the male protagonist complacently wrote his romantic stories with several women, and this book was also one of the annotated ones.

"Well, this comment is so strange... Do ordinary women think so?"

Concentrating on the book, he noticed a small shadow on the table beside him, then looked up and saw the boy who was taking off his apron.

"Huh? Brother Ping is reading again? I'll get off work when the time is up—" he said.

A Ping—that is, the young man—pretended to be angry, and kicked the high school student: "You kid, don't just leave work here! Go to the back and change your clothes!"

The boy was grinning, his bright black eyes were beautiful, like gems, but his personality was no different from that of an ordinary sophomore boy in high school: "Ah! Ah! Got it, Brother Ping! By the way, I'll have a basketball game in two days, come and see Bar??"

"in school?"

"Well! Come on, come on! Brother Ping, you have been nesting here, and you will be admitted to the hospital sooner or later!"

The young man gave him a kick: "Come on, hurry up! I'm upset just looking at it! If it weren't for your good looks, it wouldn't be a good idea to hire you!"

"Hahahaha!"

The two were fighting and fighting, the voice was not loud, and they waited for the store to leave before continuing to read.

However, I haven't noticed the sound of the two little girls sitting by the window suddenly stopping. It shouldn't be said that the whole shop has gradually become quiet.

In such a quiet environment, I thought of the sound of 'jingle bell' lightly.

A Ping looked at the time and felt that it was about the same, so he put away the book and received the guests.

The new one was a young lady with black hair, neither tall nor short, with soft features and very beautiful—he subconsciously thought of Miss Mizuki.

Miss Himizuki...?

"welcome."

This little lady seemed to be walking around outside the store just now, and after entering, she looked at the decoration of the store without any scruples. It was only a few steps from the door to the bar, but it took a long time. time.

This person walked over, without looking at what was on the chair, subconsciously sat on the chair with the mask on it, and slumped down——

"Huh? What is this?"

The dark-haired woman was surprised, brought the things up, and then sat there logically.

At this moment, the whole world can hear the drop of a needle in silence.

"Huh? Is she sitting there?"

After a while, voices sounded one after another. A Ping sighed inwardly, and said, "Sorry, this seat has been reserved. Can you sit here?"

Wan Yinjiaye looked at the half-mask of gold-thread enamel in his hand, no matter how it looked, it looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember it, so he had to put it back and change the position.

"I'm sorry... I didn't pay attention, but that mask is so beautiful... Is it pure gold?"

It's the same problem again.

Aping nodded, "Yes! About this is just a small feature of the shop, please don't care about it!"

"Ah! Ahhh—hmm, I just think it's very pretty..."

"That's what everyone says, by the way, what do you want, guest?"

"I--"

Wanyinjiaye still couldn't let go of that thing, but moved it to the menu for the time being.

At this time, a head suddenly appeared from the door connected to the back kitchen. It was a boy with white hair and black eyes: "Oh, brother Ping, here is the ticket. I heard that this time it is a ticket system! Here! Two open!"

Wanyin Jiaye was distracted by the voice, but quickly moved away, "Please give me this and this... Ah, there is red bean soup? Then there is this."

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