food storage house

This is a bowl of udon in clear soup, with snow-white udon noodles on a plate, green vegetable seedlings on the edge, and a few slices of luncheon meat neatly covered on it.The half-cut tea eggs lie on the surface, the clear soup is floating with a touch of sesame oil, the golden color is appetizing, and the curling mist permeates the top of the bowl, exuding a tempting fragrance.

"There are limited materials at home. I also got up late this morning, so I didn't go shopping. This is not authentic udon. Let's eat it alive. I'll treat you to the authentic one next time." Han Weiji opened his seat while talking. The chair asks Meng Yixuan to sit down.

Meng Yixuan was terrified and hurriedly said:

"No, no need, I don't understand anything, and I don't pay much attention to it."

Hearing this sentence, Han Weiji frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, and sat down with his usual expression.The light in the restaurant was very bright, the dark blue in her eyes seemed to be brighter, and the fair face was set off by the bright golden hair. Meng Yixuan can only describe her facial features as picturesque.She was so close to Meng Yixuan, like a luminous body, making it difficult for Meng Yixuan to look directly at her.

Meng Yixuan could only bury her head in the food, picked up the elegant lacquerware pointed chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and put them in her mouth, a mellow smell immediately occupied her mouth.Immediately afterwards, the wonderful bouncy taste of the udon made her feel fresh, "Chi Liu", she sucked the noodles into her mouth in one breath, and narrowed her eyes contentedly.She pouts her cheeks, agitates her small mouth to chew slowly, and the little pear dimple at the corner of her lips presents a very cute shape.

Han Weiji involuntarily stopped his chopsticks, stared at Meng Yixuan with his beautiful eyes, and his throat trembled twice.

Meng Yixuan was completely attracted by this bowl of udon noodles, and she didn't notice that Han Weiji was looking at her at all.So her food was completely captured by Han Weiji.

Han Weiji looked at it with interest for a while, then suddenly said:

"Has anyone told you that the way you eat is...interesting..." She turned her head and thought for a while, and finally chose the word "interesting".

Then Han Weiji saw that Meng Yixuan's small face immediately turned from white to red, reddening to the base of her ears.

"I... I have been teased about my appearance since I was a child. Grandma said... this is a kind of blessing." Meng Yixuan lowered her head and said in a low voice.

"Well, it's indeed a blessing. I'm hungry after seeing it." Han Weiji smiled, and then she also picked up a chopstick of udon noodles and sucked them into her mouth.

Meng Yixuan felt that she was already ashamed.

The two ate in silence for a while. Seeing that the udon had bottomed out, Meng Yixuan became more and more nervous. Will she leave a very gluttonous impression on the senior sister?Will senior sister feel bored and not say a word?Ah, the atmosphere is so awkward... Should I say something?The more I think about it, the more nervous I become.

Meng Yixuan is really introverted and easily shy, with a thin face, blushes at every turn, can't speak, and is not good at communicating.Although she has been in society for so many years, her temperament has not changed at all.Originally, she was a very smart child, diligent in hands and feet, willing to endure hardships, and not bad in appearance. Even though she only had a high school degree, there was once a real estate company willing to recruit her to do marketing, and several companies were willing to accept those with a high school degree. customer service.She also tried desperately to overcome her fear of interacting with people, and tried to do marketing and customer service in the past.But it turns out that this is really not suitable for her. She can hardly speak in front of strangers, let alone talk to fool people with eloquence.

She always felt that she might have a social barrier.When she first shared the rent with three other girls, she really couldn't blend in with everyone at all.If the three girls were not cheerful and easy-going, and gradually accepted her, I am afraid that her life of tossing and turning, looking for a house to rent everywhere would continue.

Therefore, this kind of social barrier is now more severe in front of Han Weiji.Because she cared too much about her senior sister's opinion of her, and wanted to show her best side in front of her senior sister, so she was so nervous that she couldn't extricate herself.

"Scholar, senior sister..."

"Ok?"

"..." Meng Yixuan was stuck, not knowing what to say next, but Han Weiji said:

"Do you like calling me senior sister?"

"what?"

"To be honest, I'm really not used to hearing people call me senior sister. It's been many years since I graduated, but I miss it very much." She paused, and continued: "However, when you officially enter the store in the future, you should stop Call me Senior Sister."

"Then what should I call?" Meng Yixuan asked stupidly.

Seeing her silly appearance, Han Weiji suddenly wanted to tease her, and said with a smile:

"Temporarily keep it secret, you will naturally know when the time comes."

"Then...when I'm not in the store, can I continue to call Senior Sister?"

"How much do you like this title." Han Weiji couldn't help complaining.

Meng Yixuan pursed her lips, feeling a little wronged in her heart: I really don't know what to call you other than "senior sister".

Seeing the grievance on her face, Han Weiji was stunned, and suddenly came back to his senses, this girl is not like her close friends, he can use all kinds of bad tone to complain about their second-hand behavior at will.This girl is glass-hearted, so be careful in the future.

"Uh...I mean, if you think it's good to call me senior sister, then call me senior sister." She wiped off the sweat secretly, couldn't help but stroke her forehead, because of a title, she could struggle with her personality for a long time. Han Weiji, who was always upbeat, suddenly felt very depressed.

"Yeah." Meng Yixuan nodded obediently, feeling uneasy. Is senior sister angry... Does she not like the title "senior sister", so I won't call it anymore.

Seeing her bored, Han Weiji couldn't help getting closer to her, Meng Yixuan immediately tensed up and shrank far away.

"Aren't you happy?" Han Weiji stared at her.

Meng Yixuan hurriedly shook her head innocently, she was not unhappy, she was just very conflicted.She wailed in her heart, senior sister, stay away from me, I... I'm dying...

"Nala Yoshi." Han Weiji breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously said something in Japanese that Meng Yixuan didn't understand, then straightened up, and put away the bowls that the two had emptied.Meng Yixuan hurriedly stood up and said:

"Let me do the dishes."

Han Weiji paused, but did not refuse, handed her the bowl, and led her into the kitchen.Tell her how to turn on the hot water, where to put the dishwashing cotton, and where to put the dish soap, and then stand beside Meng Yixuan and watch her wash the dishes.

Sure enough, she was right, this girl worked very neatly, and even brought out a sense of beauty.The work is so neat, why can it be entangled like that just because of a title?It's really puzzling, Han Weiji thought.

After Meng Yixuan finished washing the dishes, the breakfast and lunch was finally over. Yui is basking in the sun in the sun room above, and doesn't intend to pay attention to the hostess and guests downstairs. As Yui's chief excrement officer, Han Weiji has already fed this queen-like cat long before Meng Yixuan got up .

Han Weiji took Meng Yixuan to visit his home. He came back too late last night. Apart from the living room, dining room, kitchen and master bedroom, Meng Yixuan only visited the bathroom.The first floor is distributed with the living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom and storage room. Han Weiji's master bedroom is on the second floor. Besides the master bedroom, there is also a guest bedroom and a study room on the second floor.The study actually connects the first floor and the second floor. A large number of books are neatly placed in the curved bookcase from the ground of the first floor to the zenith of the second floor. The stairs in the study are built along the curved bookcase.This almost frightened Meng Yixuan, thinking that she had entered some library.

But in fact, there is an even more astonishing existence in the senior sister's house.

It was a mysterious room on the second floor. Before Han Weiji took her into the room, he specially told her to be mentally prepared.After entering, she was still speechless in shock.

It was actually a collection room of Japanese knives!

In fact, according to the Japanese, this kind of room covered with tatami mats should be called a Buddhist room.The Buddhist altar in a typical Japanese home is where the Buddhist altars enshrined to the ancestors are placed.Senior sister also has them in her home. In addition, in traditional Japanese buildings, there will be alcoves in the Buddhist rooms, which are usually places where calligraphy and painting scrolls are hung. However, senior sisters put a set of knife holders in the alcoves. One long, one medium and one short are three exquisite Japanese knives.According to my senior, the longest one is called Taidao, the middle-length one is called Wakizashi, and the shortest one is called Short Sword.

There are many Japanese knives hanging on the walls on all sides, each of which looks very exquisite.

"School...Sister, are these knives real knives?" Meng Yixuan stuttered.

"Of course it's a real sword. It's just that most of them don't have a sharp edge, but there are also sharp ones. Like this one, look." She took the longest big sword from the alcove, pulled out the sharp blade, Meng Yixuan shivered in fright.

"It's beautiful, the blade is so beautiful, and it breaks when it falls." Han Weiji probably saw that she was afraid, so he didn't introduce any more. He took the knife back, knelt down, and put it back solemnly. Pass.

"There are not only Japanese knives here, but also a lot of Tang knives. Collecting knives is one of my hobbies. I'm sorry to scare you. But these are legal collections, not controlled knives." I wanted to show off myself to Meng Yixuan Han Weiji, who is the proudest collection, felt a little regretful for a while when he saw the counterproductive effect.

Meng Yixuan hurriedly said:

"No, I really think it's very powerful. But, senior sister, don't you learn karate?"

"I'm a karate student, but my father and younger brother are kendo students, and they're both avid knife collectors, so I was also influenced. There are several knives in here that they gave me." Han Weiji stood up from the tatami, turned around and looked at Meng Yixuan.

No wonder, Meng Yixuan was stunned.So she continued along the lines of the conversation naturally:

"Senior sister's father is Chinese."

"Yes, my father is a scholar of history and a calligrapher. When I was young, I went to Japan to study and met my mother..." She paused, the expression on her face seemed to freeze for a moment, Meng Yixuan caught the unnaturalness of her senior But it quickly disappeared, "Then they fell in love and got married. My father fell in love with kendo not long after he arrived in Japan. Later, my younger brother was influenced by him after he was born, and he also started to learn kendo."

"Then are they all in Japan now?"

"Yes." The senior sister's answer was very concise.

Senior sister returned to the country alone?But... why?Meng Yixuan was a little puzzled, but subconsciously felt that this question could not be asked, so she changed the subject and said:

"Sister... Well, I really want to ask, why are your eyes blue?"

"Oh, I was discovered by you." Han Weiji smiled narrowly and said, "I have one-eighth of Norwegian blood, and these eyes are inherited from my maternal grandmother."

"Eh?!" Meng Yixuan was startled.

Isn't senior sister a Chinese-Japanese mixed race?It turns out that not only Chinese and Japanese are mixed, but also Norwegian blood.One-eighth... Meng Yixuan began to count with her fingers.

Seeing her breaking her fingers, Han Weiji smiled even more happily, and said:

"My grandmother's father was Norwegian, my mother was Japanese, and my grandmother was of mixed Norwegian-Japanese descent. My grandmother married a Japanese and had my mother, so my mother is Japanese with a quarter of Norwegian blood. My mother I married my father again, so I am a half-Chinese, three-eighth Japanese, and one-eighth Norwegian. It’s just that in my generation, the Nordic blood is too weak to be seen. Came out. Only the eye is transgenerational, my grandmother had the same color. My brother and I have different eye color, he has a dark brown iris."

Meng Yixuan deeply felt that she really didn't understand Senior Sister at all.