"Are you serious?" She looked in the direction the man pointed. After witnessing everything, Sato Miwako's eyebrows curved: "Potatoes and carrots?"
"Life is full of surprises. I always keep this in mind. This can be regarded as the last lesson I teach him." Katsumi Uehara shrugged indifferently. As the door of the restaurant opened, the decoration that could not be called luxurious made him nervous. As the man walked in, a trace of surprise flashed in Miwako's eyes.
This looks just like an ordinary restaurant on the roadside, and it seems that the business is not very good. At meal time, except for a few employees who are busy unloading the food, there are only two customers left.
Why did Katsumi Uehara say he brought her here specially? Because the boss is someone he knows? While secretly speculating, the middle-aged man who was still busy at the dining table had just finished instructing the two employees to pile the raw materials into the back kitchen. He turned around and saw two figures pushing in the door - phew
"Uehara?" The man was startled when he saw the visitor, and then he quickly reacted. After wiping his hands on the corners of his plaid shirt, he greeted him with a smile and a menu: "How long have you been here? , you were worried about me when you were in the hospital."
"I'm worried that I won't see you come to the hospital and give me two fruit baskets." Katsuki Uehara smiled and raised his hand to punch the man in the chest: "You feel sorry for the money, right?"
"That's right, it's not like you don't know about my family's situation, so just save it if you can." The man didn't refute, but happily accepted the slander, while his eyes fell on the strange woman beside him.
"Miwako Sato, my partner." Uehara Katsumi, who acted as a middleman at the right time, took the initiative to introduce: "Sato, this is the owner of this small restaurant, Ryuji Kawamura. Don't look at the vicissitudes of life on his face. In fact, today He’s only 37 years old, so he’s quite anxious about growing up.”
"Hello, Manager Kawamura." Sato Miwako, who reached out her hand proactively, was polite, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
She has a round-inch hair style that is rare for someone of this age, but she wears a somewhat nondescript combination of a blue and white plaid shirt and sweatpants. Visually, her height after wearing shoes should be just over 1.7 meters tall. Not too bad. The beard on both sides of his lips should be taken care of regularly, and it doesn't look messy or decadent.
"Hello, Officer Sato, Uehara mentioned you a lot when we were chatting in private. I have admired you for a long time." A man named Kawamura Ryuji guided the two people in front of him to their seats after shaking hands politely.
"Just call me Sato, store manager Kawamura."
"Okay, okay, you two, stop being so polite here." Katsumi Uehara skillfully pulled up the chair and sat down. As if he were at home, Uehara Katsumi took the menu that was held by his friend and handed it to his partner. In front of me, he recommended with a smile: "The taste of the Kawamura family's soba soup base is outstanding. I highly recommend you try it. I used to come here to eat after training and didn't want to eat the hard-to-calculate food outside." Miwako Sato His eyes immediately fell on the line of soba noodles on the menu, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "I thought you were training on chicken breast, broccoli, sweet potato, and blueberry every day." There was actually a calorie mark on it, which was very thoughtful. No wonder it is opened next to the training base.
"I think too much, I'm not so self-disciplined." Seeing Miwako check a few items on the menu and then hand the menu back to her, Uehara Katsumi raised her hand and threw it directly to Kawamura Ryuji who was standing happily beside him: "I It’s still the same.”
"Okay, please wait a moment, I will go to the kitchen to cook for you." After watching the man put away the menu and turn around to leave, Miwako Sato raised her elbow and leaned on the back of the seat, and teased in a low voice from the side of her head. : "Did you take me all this way just to treat me to a bowl of special soba noodles?"
"Why, can't you?" After hearing this, Katsuki Uehara turned around, rested his elbows on the dining table, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and said with a smile: "Or you are a little disappointed with this lunch."
"Compared with this soba, I'm more curious about your past experiences." Even now, Miwako Sato still doesn't know the purpose of Katsumi Uehara bringing her here, so she said with interest.
"This store has been open for almost twenty years. Oikawa Kunihiko and I used to like to eat here, especially after training." Katsuki Uehara, who recalled the past with a smile, lowered his eyes and said with a sigh: "Then At that time, the store manager here was Kawamura’s father.”
"Oikawa Kunihiko also trained here?"
"No, he is not interested in football. He comes here simply to wait for me to leave together. If nothing happens, he will cheer me on as a spectator and occasionally fight with me." The man chuckled subconsciously when talking about this. He spoke out and raised his eyes to look at the woman sitting directly opposite him: "Old man Gutian should have told you that my ankle was injured in a fight. If it weren't for a few girls passing by and noticing and calling the police, I'm afraid my age I got into the wheelchair easily." Sato Miwako looked stunned for a moment, and then, as if she understood what he wanted to say, her blinking speed suddenly accelerated a lot: "Yes, I said it." Uehara Katsuki raised his head and exhaled. After speaking slowly, he said: "You should know something about Japan's campus environment. The echelons of football clubs are actually similar.
"So Sato, do you know why I had a soft spot for you as soon as I was assigned to the Metropolitan Police Department and the third department?"
"Uh-huh." Miwako Sato, who didn't know what to say for a moment, could only tilt her head slightly, pursed her lips and uttered a few monosyllables of unknown meaning.
The left hand that fell under the table clenched its fingers nervously at an angle that no one else could see, and blinked faster and faster.
The reason is already clear.
"Look——"
"Are you... Uehara Katsumi?" Before the man could finish his words, a figure wearing beige maternity clothes appeared at the door of the restaurant, looking at the man and woman sitting in her husband's shop in shock.
The two people who were interrupted in their conversation turned their heads at the sound, but they were all stunned by the person coming——
"Nagawa Noriko?"
"Nagawa Noriko?" Another female model who was listed alongside Uehara Katsumi and Oikawa Kunihiko on the inside pages of the magazine in the past, now met again on this unexpected occasion.
Sato Miwako subconsciously glanced at Uehara Katsumi, but she also saw the surprise in the other's eyes.
Hey, didn't you say you weren't familiar with her? I don’t know, I’m really unfamiliar with it. However, in the brief exchange of glances, the two of them had already exchanged their doubts several times.
"Uehara, the beef cubes are out of stock. I'll replace them for you--" The next second, the middle-aged man Kawamura Ryuji who walked out of the back kitchen also saw the situation in the store, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly put down the pot. Shovel: "Dianzi, why don't you just stay at home and raise your baby? Didn't I tell you that I'll be fine in the store."
"I'm just too bored to stay at home. It's okay. You also need to walk to raise a baby, okay?" The woman with long hair tied behind her head faced her husband's concern, and the gentleness between her eyebrows was enough to melt the hardest person in the world. Metal.
She is very elegant and beautiful, and the way she looks pregnant and standing in the backlight adds a bit of the unique brilliance of maternal love.
Ouch
"Is your friend married to Noriko Nagagawa?" Seeing this, Miwako Sato couldn't help lowering her voice and whispered into the man's ear.
The hot breath from her mouth ruffled the fluff on his face, causing his earlobes to feel a bit ticklish like feathers tickling them.
"I never heard him say that." Uehara Katsumi shook his head: "Do you still remember what I said when you asked me about Nagakawa Noriko before? The friend who told me that she was working as a bartender was Kawamura.
"I remember that he said that he had met someone he had seen in a magazine, so he made a point of getting to know me. After all, he was on the same page as me."
