Tokyo Literary Godfather

“I think it’s better not to put strawberries in Mapo Tofu.”

Arima Keika said to Fujiwara Kei seriously.

"So I changed it to cranberry, and the color is closer. Do you want to try it?"

Fujiwara Kei hesitated while holding his chopsticks, looking at Arima Keika with his eyes.

"Look what I'm doing, eat it quickly." Arima Keixiang said.

"I remembered something that Masai told me..." Kei Fujiwara suddenly said, "He said that when you are in a bad mood, you will work hard to cook... It seems to be true..."

As he spoke, Fujiwara Kei turned to look at the dishes on the table.

Early this morning, Arima Keixiang suddenly came to see Fujiwara Kei, bringing a lot of ingredients, and then she started working in Fujiwara Kei's kitchen all morning.

But hard work is in vain. Fujiwara Kei bites the bullet and can only eat one bite at most. The rest must be filial to the land.

Arima Keixiang didn't say anything, and suddenly her whole body was spread out on the sofa as if her bones had been removed: "It is indeed a little...sad...but it's not like I haven't failed before, so it's not bad. In fact, you told me last time That's right, good actors are made from bad movies..."

"By the way, we were photographed last time we went out to watch a movie. Are you reading gossip magazines?" Arima Keixiang suddenly said at this time.

"I see it."

Arima Keika said with a smile: "Isn't this causing trouble to Mr. Fujiwara?"

"It doesn't bother me. Where is Teacher Arima?" Fujiwara Kei said with a smile.

Arima Guixiang looked aside subconsciously: "Neither did I."

"Forget it, Guixiang, I'll tell you the truth. You can't eat this dish, so I'll do it."

"Hmm..." Arima Keika said dejectedly.

Fujiwara Kei stood up and looked at the messy kitchen that Arima Keixiang had made. He sighed and didn't want to clean it up anymore. After a while, he called the apartment manager and asked him to find an hourly worker to come and clean it up.

Fujiwara Kei was too lazy to cook any more, so he turned around and asked Arima Katsura, "How about hot pot?"

"Okay, Japanese hot pot?" Arima Guixiang asked.

Fujiwara Kei opened the refrigerator and took a look. It seemed that the sterile eggs had been used up. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bag of rice placed on the top of the refrigerator. This bag of rice was given by the artist, who is from Xinxie County. Shinkai rice is very famous. It was also a gift from his parents in the countryside, and Fujiwara Takashi respected it. After taking it home, I rummaged through the rice with my hands to see if there were any red envelopes or anything.

Sure enough, Fujiwara Kei was relieved.

Kei Fujiwara looked at the bag of rice and suddenly thought of something. He took off the rice bag, soaked it in water and prepared other ingredients.

There were unused seafood bought by Ma Guixiang, abalone, razor clams, scallops, etc., as well as a box of Wagyu beef bought yesterday, and they were all taken out.

"By the way, I also bought a bag of mushrooms. I picked them in the countryside when I went on an outing with my classmates. We tasted them yesterday and they were very fresh."

Kei Fujiwara actually doesn't like to eat mushrooms. He can't stand the texture like chewing foam cotton, but he likes the delicious taste of mushrooms, so he often puts some mushrooms in when making soup, then discards them and eats the soup.

"Put it in the pot to freshen up the bottom of the pot..." Kei Fujiwara thought, then took a handful and washed them.

After soaking the rice for a while, grind it in a blender and then boil it in a pot to make rice soup.

Arima Keixiang leaned forward and said, "Aren't you making hot pot?"

Why are you cooking porridge?

"Hot pot with porridge base." Takashi Fujiwara explained that Cantonese-style hot pot has a light taste and should be closer to the Japanese taste.

The milky white rice soup was boiling at the bottom of the pot. Fujiwara Kei quickly removed the seafood ingredients, and then placed the beef and other shabu-shabu aside.

"Hot pot is suitable for weather like this..." Arima Keixiang said with a sniff.

"Is this Chinese hot pot? It's so special."

"Yes, have you ever been to Hong Kong Island or Guangdong? This should be a specialty there."

"I have only been to Taiwan a few times, and rarely to the mainland and Hong Kong..." Arima Guixiang said while eating shabu-shabu beef.

"I'll take you there if I have the chance." Fujiwara Kei said.

The meal was finished quickly, and the blood sugar rose. The two of them felt a little sleepy at the same time, and they leaned on the sofa without moving.

"How about playing video games for a while?" Kei Fujiwara suggested.

"Okay." Arima Keixiang yawned.

Kei Fujiwara took out a home game console, similar to the PS1 in the parallel world, which was very popular in the 1990s. It is a perfect machine at the moment. It is smaller and does not require a card. Moreover, it has changed from card machine mode to using game discs, and the wiring to the TV has become much simpler.

The quality of the game has also become better, both the graphics and gameplay have been upgraded to a higher level, and it has begun to become 3D.

"Which one do you want to play?" Kei Fujiwara asked, taking out a stack of game discs.

Arima Keixiang glanced at it casually, pulled out a level-breaking game similar to Contra, and said: "That's it. I often watch that kid Masai play."

"Do you often play games?" Kei Fujiwara asked as he put the game disc into the optical drive.

"I played with Jian Zhai a few times, but I don't know why, but later I stopped playing with me..."

It must be too deceptive... Fujiwara Kei cursed in his heart, but did not say it out loud.

After selecting the mode and character, the game officially started. Kei Fujiwara subconsciously straightened his back and looked at the screen intently. Arima Guixiang had a lazy expression. She stepped on the sofa seat in front of her buttocks with bare feet, her arms wrapped around her knees, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep at any time.

Fujiwara Kei glanced in the direction of Arima Katsura, and couldn't help being stunned. His eyes subconsciously looked at the soles of the other party's feet twice more. On the snow-white feet, the toes were slightly curled up, like a string of pink Meatball, Fujiwara Kei's throat ball subconsciously rolled twice.

"It's started." Arima Guixiang said suddenly.

Fujiwara Kei only reacted at this time, quickly manipulated the game controller, and rushed over with a gun.

The first three levels were relatively easy to pass, but Keiya Fujiwara discovered at this time that Arima Guixiang's game skills are very online. After playing for more than ten minutes, she didn't lose a drop of blood, and she didn't miss every treasure box on the screen.

"You... often play this game?"

"No, I played it a few times, with Jianzhai, I don't really like playing games... Ah, you're dead."

Kei Fujiwara accidentally ate a big move of the boss and was forced to go offline.

"Let's do it again." Arima Guixiang said.

Kei Fujiwara concentrated more on operating the game controller, and this time he finally realized that Arima Guixiang is a game master!

This time Kei Fujiwara carried it for nearly an hour, but when facing the ultimate boss, he was accidentally knocked to death by the boss with a stick.

"Ah, you're gone again." Arima Guixiang rubbed her sleepy eyes while still flexibly manipulating the characters with the other hand.

Fujiwara Kei was shocked, what happened to this guy?

I bet your talent points are all focused on this?

Arima Guixiang wiped out the big boss by herself, then yawned again and said, "I think this game is average...it's not very fun..."

"It's better to change it."

Kei Fujiwara was a little unconvinced and took out a new game from a box full of game discs. He thought that maybe Arima Guixiang had played that game too many times, and he was familiar with it. This battle game was just released not long ago, and Arima Guixiang was not a game enthusiast, so he probably had never played this game.

After getting familiar with the operation method, the two started the battle mode.

Fujiwara Kei VS Arima Katsura

five minutes later.

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ten minutes later.

0:2

Fifteen minutes later.

0:3

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Kei Fujiwara: "..."

Fujiwara Kei thinks that the level of the game is absolutely not good, and this kind of thing of being pushed on the ground by others has never happened.

Kei Fujiwara turned his head slowly, "No wonder Masai doesn't want to play with you..."

"Hmph, who cares, I don't like playing with this thing either."

As she said that, Arima Guixiang casually pushed the game controller forward, then picked up the remote control to turn on the TV. As soon as it was turned on, it was Fukuyama TV, which was playing a special drama.

The two were sitting on the sofa watching the show, perhaps because of the high blood sugar after eating, Kei Fujiwara felt a huge tiredness, and wanted to sleep with his head covered.

At this moment, Kei Fujiwara suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and Arima Guixiang suddenly fell asleep with her eyes closed against her shoulders.