Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Alpha may have many shortcomings, but the large interior space and smooth ride experience are enough to make it popular. Moreover, the price of this car in Japan is not expensive, and the cost performance is indeed very good, especially for people with a large family.

Taking out the small table in the armrest of the seat and putting the loving bento made by Mitsuha on it, Hojo Kyosuke put his hands together, clamped the chopsticks, and whispered, "I'm eating."

Although it is a bento, it is still steaming because it is just made. The fragrance of white rice, the fragrance of vegetables and oil, the fragrance of fried meat... all kinds of fragrances are steamed up by the heat, making the whole car instantly filled with the fragrance of food.

This is completely different from the breakfast of the Hojo family. The traditional breakfast in Japan-eating rice and fried vegetables early in the morning is a treatment that Hojo Kyosuke has only enjoyed in Mitsuha's body. Today, he is more or less used to it.

The boiled food is pumpkin, which is cut into appropriate sizes and seasoned with soy sauce and mirin after being cooked. It tastes not only soft and sweet, but also salty and fragrant. It is not strange but also has a unique taste. Although Hojo Kyosuke, who loves sweets, is used to boiled pumpkin with extra sugar, this is made by Mitsuha...

"Delicious!"

He picked up two large pieces and stuffed them into his mouth, praising loudly.

Miss Miko showed a reserved and satisfied smile.

The indispensable pickles are the Nara pickles that Hojo Kyosuke had tasted before. It is a very unique dish, so he remembered it as soon as he ate it. Although it feels a bit wrong to eat this kind of food early in the morning, it should be said that pickles are good with rice.

Although he didn't give a thumbs up this time, he picked up large pieces of rice again and again, and Miss Miko's expression became more charitable.

"Ah?"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded, and Miyamizu Yotsuha sat up in shock from her dying illness, turned her head and looked around in confusion.

She clearly smelled a fragrance in her sleep, and the hunger in her stomach drove her to wake up.

She looked around with sleepy eyes, and it took her three or four seconds to figure out where she was. For a moment, she even suspected that she was abducted by aliens as Sachiko said, but it was obviously her bad sister who abducted her.

Sniff——

The little girl's nostrils twitched slightly, and it was indeed very fragrant.

She locked onto the target, and it turned out to be Kyosuke's lunch box.

She was about to lean over to check, but was blocked by the seat belt and her sister in the middle.

What? Shouldn't she, as a child, sit in the middle when riding in a car like this? Sister, this guy is so stingy!

Pulling her sister's big breasts and flattening the things that blocked her view, Yotsuba finally saw Kyosuke's lunch box clearly.

Alas... It turned out to be a lunch box made by her sister.

At a glance, Yotsuba recognized that it was her sister's craftsmanship based on the ordinary dishes. Although all her cooking skills were taught by her sister, Yotsuba's cooking skills surpassed a certain lazy pig six years ago.

As expected, as grandma said, everything in the world is connected. I communicated well with my stomach in my dream, so now even the food cooked by my sister smells so good. The gods in my house are really convenient. In this way, even if I buy a rice ball, it will become extremely delicious.

Sighing in her heart that her own gods are really the lucky stars of poor people, Yotsuba stretched her claws to the lunch box without saying a word.

My sister is really partial. Because it is a lunch box prepared for Kyosuke, she made tempura early in the morning. Even though I told my father that I wanted to eat it before, she still said that it is not good to eat too oily things early in the morning.

Yotsuba was sad. Her sister had not put on the white wedding dress, but she was already breaking up with her mother's family.

"Pah--!"

The evil hand reaching for the lunch box was hit.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

Yotsuba, who felt pain in her hand, glared at her sister.

"It should be what you want to do! That is the lunch box I prepared for Kyosuke."

Mitsuha looked at her sister without giving in.

"I want to have breakfast! Can't I eat Kyosuke's lunch box?"

Yotsuba said confidently.

"Ha? You still have the guts to say that? When I told you to eat at home, you insisted on sleeping, but dad had already eaten."

"I, I wasn't hungry at that time! But I'm hungry now, because the food you cooked is so delicious!"

Yoshiha felt a little guilty, but in order not to disappoint the kindness of her own god, she had to speak well of her sister against her conscience.

Sanye sneered when she heard it, and obviously she would not forget her sister's ridicule of her in the past.

Someone listened to the quarrel between the two sisters with a smile. At this time, all he could do was to learn from Hui and try to weaken his presence. Because no matter what he said, he would offend the two sisters. If he shared the lunch box with Yotsuha, Sanye would be angry, and probably say something like "Oh, so the lunch box I made for you is something that can be shared with others casually, right? What do you think of my kindness?" If he didn't share it, Yotsuha would also be angry.

These two sisters would find something to quarrel about every day, and they would quarrel even more vigorously when there was something to quarrel about.

Finally, after Yotsuba humiliatingly signed a long list of unequal treaties, she was allowed to eat a large shrimp tempura, a chopstick of sesame mixed with spinach, and a fist-sized piece of rice...

Well, these portions were enough to fill Yotsuba up, but they only accounted for a small part of Hojo Kyosuke's lunch box.

In an instant, Hojo Kyosuke ate the entire lunch box like a tornado, which made Mitsuha Miyamizu ask worriedly:

"Kyosuke, are you still hungry?"

Let Mitsuha stretch out his little hand to wipe his mouth, Hojo Kyousuke touched his belly and felt it for a moment, then said softly:

"I'm pretty full. I can barely hold on until I have dinner with Sayaka and the others."

"That's good."

Mitsuha Miyamizu nodded. She had personally experienced Kyousuke's body. That body had gained great strength and agility due to repeated training, but it also consumed a lot of energy. That time she almost went crazy with hunger just because she forgot to eat breakfast. . She clearly remembered that in the morning reading class at Dongcheng Middle School that day, she really wanted to tear up the textbook and eat it.

Hojo Kyosuke packed the lunch box and began to give a summary after the meal. The content is probably to praise the progress of Sanye's cooking skills.

"Compared to the time at Itomori, it tastes more like Itomori cuisine." He praised sincerely.

The level of Mitsuha's cooking is actually not high, and the dishes are not luxurious. In other words, they are simply country cuisine. After integrating Nara cuisine, it has a more rustic flavor.

"Hahaha~~"

Sanye smiled sweetly and said somewhat proudly:

"Back when Itomori was there, I borrowed Kyousuke's body to come to Tokyo, and that idiot Onizuka took me to eat some country food, which made me so angry. But when Itomori was gone and everyone moved to Nara, I I started to miss those dishes again.

Speaking of which, these hometown dishes also helped me a lot during the post-disaster resettlement period. "

The girl sighed with some emotion:

"Although I am far away from home, I can eat the dishes from my hometown, and the anxious hearts of the townspeople are comforted and settled down. I was the one who learned more dishes from everyone during that time. All of them It’s so rustic that it can’t be used to entertain guests, it can only be cooked for family members.”

“I just love eating this home-cooked meal!”

Hojo Kyosuke said seriously with a serious face.

"Hehehe~~Kyosuke, you can always say nice things to make me happy~"

The miko lady glanced sideways at someone with her big eyes, looking very charming.

Hojo Kyousuke also looked back, and their eyes instantly became sticky.

The full-bellied Yotsuba next to her couldn't help but shudder, and she was glad that she wasn't sitting between the two of them.

Falling in love is so terrible!

"Sit tight, you don't look like a girl!"

The sudden lesson made Miyamizu Yotsuba look at her sister inexplicably, how dare you say this?

Mitsuha Miyamizu didn't feel guilty at all, she was even quite angry. If she had known better, she would not have asked her sister to get up, so that she could just raise the front panel and have sex with Kyousuke as much as she wanted.

How is it like now, with my sister by my side, let alone a kiss, even a hug is inconvenient.

Yotsuba was confused, but he could feel that his sister was very displeased with him, so he lowered his eyebrows and said nothing. He just looked at the person on the other side and asked: Kyosuke-san, is your sister sick?

Hojo Kyosuke twitched the corner of his mouth and responded with his eyes: Yeah, yeah

Although there is no morning rush hour for work in Tokyo during holidays, there is a rush hour for travel. Everyone may want to drive out of the city early in the morning without being crowded, so there are quite a lot of cars along the way.

After parking the car in the parking lot next to Tokyo Station, the three of them walked towards Marunouchi Station.

This is a very majestic building, so wide that you can't even see the entire station from the sidewalk opposite the station.

Neon once had a brief period called Taisho. Although it lasted very briefly, due to the intersection of old and new trends of thought and the integration of East and West, a very brilliant civilization - "Taisho Romance" was born.

The great positive wind formed by the combination of Western wind and Japanese wind has a splendid beauty of intertwining time and space.

In Tokyo, when it comes to the things that best represent Taisho romance, the first thing to recommend is those "foreign-style hotels", such as the old Furukawa Garden of Eiriri's family. In addition to the mansions of nobles, the most common thing that ordinary people come into contact with is Marunouchi Station in Tokyo Station.

The long building that stretches as far as the eye can see is a gorgeous imitation Western-style building made of red bricks and white granite. Even the roof has a mixture of Japanese and Baroque styles. Since Neon people are really good at "learning", people from many countries will probably be particularly kind to this station when they see it.

"Let's go, it's almost time."

Raising his hand to look at his watch, Hojo Kyosuke took Mitsuha's hand and walked towards the station.

There is a quite large square in front of Marunouchi Station, which is usually a place for people nearby to relax. Mixed with the hundreds of thousands of people flowing from Tokyo Station every day, it looks very lively. And today, at the beginning of the Golden Week, this place is even more lively. People coming to Tokyo from other places have not yet arrived at the station, but people from Tokyo heading to various places have already been sending out in a steady stream.

"It's so lively. It feels like everyone in Tokyo is running out."

Yotsuba said excitedly. It was her first time to spend the Golden Week in Tokyo and this was the first time she saw this scene.

"Be careful of getting separated."

Hojo Kyosuke warned, and after thinking for a while, he stretched out his other hand and held Yotsuba. In fact, when they got off the bus, he and Mitsuha planned to hold Yotsuba in the middle, but they were strongly opposed by Yotsuba.

"If you have to force yourself to have a child, I'm not your daughter! I'm your sister!"

The little girl shouted, very angry.

At that time, both Hojo Kyosuke and Miyamizu Mitsuha sighed with regret.

With so many years apart, aren't we just raising them as daughters?

This building is indeed very beautiful. Standing in front of the stairs, Hojo Kyosuke even asked a passerby to take a group photo of the three of them.

This kind of building, which is the first thing foreign tourists see when they arrive, can largely determine their first impression of the place, so it is really necessary to build it beautifully.

When you walk into the station, despite the various signs, the huge internal space and the passages extending in all directions can really make people dazzled and intimidated.

Tokyo Station, Shinjuku Station, Shibuya Station, Ikebukuro Station

There are four major station mazes in Tokyo, and Tokyo Station is rated as the world's number one "track maze". More than a dozen lines from five railway companies, including JR East and Keio Electric Railway, enter and leave the station here. There are so many people and trains and so many stations that even Tokyo locals will get lost when they come here.

Fortunately, Hojo Kyousuke's super brain is invincible, and things like finding the way are much easier than dealing with the emotional disputes of his master.

Taking Sanye and Siye to the waiting area easily.

On the Nozomi Shinkansen.

Natori Sayaka was holding a small mirror and nervously applying makeup. Next to her, Katsuhiko Kawara, who was reading a magazine, was choked by an unknown spray sprayed on her body by her girlfriend next to her, causing her to cough repeatedly. He put down the magazine and complained dissatisfiedly:

"I said it's almost enough. No matter how much you put on makeup, you won't look beautiful. Besides, you're not going to meet a stranger. Neither Mitsuha nor Yotsuba knows what you look like."

Although her boyfriend's tone was very disgusting, Sayaka didn't care at all. After all, she had been like this since she was a child. Instead, she took the spray in her hand and sprayed it hard on the emissary's face a few times.

"Make sure you cover up your smell, otherwise people on the street will be able to tell at a glance that we are from the countryside," she complained.

"Huh? What smell? Why didn't I smell it?"

The imperial emissary lowered his head and sniffed on his body suspiciously.

"Smells like a country bumpkin!"

Sayaka said disgustedly.

"Huh? How dare you accuse me? You can tell at a glance that you are from a small place. How can a woman in Tokyo never lose weight like you?"

"I'm not fat at all, so why should I lose weight? You're the one who wears that tacky T-shirt. I'd rather wear the construction site uniform."

"Didn't you buy this dress for me? I wore it specially for you!"

The imperial emissary was stunned.

"That's Nara's fashion. You have to change your mind when you get to Tokyo. My Majesty, you are really not suitable for big cities."

Sayaka shook her head repeatedly, looked at the small mirror for a moment, and then put away the small leather bag with satisfaction.

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

The two became quiet again for a while, and after a while, the emissary said:

"Mitsuha, have you finally become a beautiful Tokyo girl?"

"Isn't he a handsome guy from Tokyo?"

"Maybe I found a handsome guy from Tokyo to be my boyfriend? Doesn't that count?" (End of Chapter)