After hanging up the phone with Jinguji Kokari, Budo went to the living room. Shinichi Fujima's family had already prepared meals and were waiting for Jinguji Budo to take their seats.
Shinichi Fujima's living habits are quite traditional, or rather retro. This is also reflected in the restaurant furniture. Jinguji martial arts schools have already used normal dining tables, but at Fujima Shinichi's place, they still use traditional table cases, and the diners all have their own seats, and they all sit apart.
The diners could not sit comfortably on the chairs, but had to kneel and sit on the tatami. There were not many meals on the table, they were all exquisite small plates.
"Jinguji Budo, come and sit here." When Budo opened the door to the living room, three members of Shinichi Fujima's family were sitting in the living room. Shinichi Fujima was sitting on the main seat facing the door. Next to him, a beautiful woman was kneeling. She had a clean appearance and a dignified manner. She looked like she was in her thirties. She was posing for Shinichi Fujima at this time. Put the dishes and chopsticks.
And on Shinichi Fujima's right hand, Takako Fujima is sitting upright, eyes closed, seemingly meditating? The seat on Shinichi Fujima's left hand side is empty, and food and dishes have been placed on it. This is where Shinichi Fujima is pointing.
"Uh...Okay."
This scene was too unfamiliar to martial arts. In his memory, even the strict Jinguji family, that is, his grandparents' family, were not so particular. It was the first time that Budo encountered this situation. When he walked to his seat, he became a little at a loss and sat down like Shinichi Fujima.
But because the table is too short, sitting on the seat with my martial height will feel uncomfortable everywhere.
Fujima Shinichi saw all the little moves of martial arts, was silent for a while, and said to the woman next to him: "Hanako, I will buy a set of tables and chairs at home tomorrow, the normal kind."
"Um."
The beautiful woman sitting next to Shinichi Fujima hummed softly. After placing the dishes and chopsticks for Shinichi Fujima, her beautiful eyes glanced at the Jinguji Martial Arts on the side.
"Martial Arts, I will call you this from now on, to make you appear friendly."
"Let me introduce to you, this is my wife, Hanako Fujima."
"Hanako, this kid's name is Jinguji Martial Arts. He will often come to our house to learn judo in the future."
Fujima Shinichi patted Hanako's back gently, pointed at Jinguji Martial Arts, and introduced. Martial arts nodded slightly and greeted slightly cautiously: "Hello, Teacher Hanako."
The beautiful woman smiled and nodded, and said softly: "Martial arts, right? Thank you for your trust in my husband and your willingness to learn judo from him."
"Shenichi has a bad temper, please bear with me."
"If you have anything you don't like, you can tell me."
Fujima Hanako said with a smile, her eyes curved into a crescent shape, kind and gentle.
"It is my honor to study with Mr. Shinichi."
"By the way, Mr. Shinichi, my parents have agreed for me to learn judo from you."
"But my parents want to come and visit in person tomorrow. I wonder if it's convenient for you, teacher?"
Wu Dao told them that his parents planned to visit him here tomorrow. After all, they were guests, so it was necessary to communicate in advance.
"Yeah, no problem!"
"I want to take a look and reassure parents."
"Don't be stunned, let's eat."
Fujima Zhen nodded and responded. Then he saw that Budo was sitting upright in his seat and not moving his chopsticks, so he hurriedly said. Shinichi Fujima is a person with very strict rules, but his rules are more about restraining himself. For others, he does not require them to abide by any rules.
It's just that his wife Hanako comes from a noble family and has very strict rules, and his daughter has also developed such a habit through the subtle influence of the couple.
However, when Fujima Shinichi realized that martial arts did not adapt to their family's rules, he also showed full tolerance.
"Thank you Shinichi-sensei."
Wu Dao was already hungry. After hearing this, Wu Dao immediately thanked him, then picked up his chopsticks and started to sweep up the food in front of him. The amount of exercise in martial arts today is very large, so the appetite is much larger than usual. Although the meals prepared by Shin Fujima's family are exquisite, they are not large in quantity.
In just a few minutes, Wu Dao swept away the food in front of him. This was the time it took Wu Dao to pay attention to his eating appearance. You can imagine how little the food was.
Martial Dao dares to say that even those Jiangnan restaurants in China will not have so few dishes.
After finishing his meal, Budo placed his chopsticks on the chopstick holder and looked at Takako Fujima, who was sitting opposite, chewing slowly, and Shinichi Fujima and Hanako Fujima, who were concentrating on eating. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
His appetite seems a little out of place?
"Master Wu Dao, let me give you some more. I think you are not full."
"Actually, in our house, snacks are eaten at three or four o'clock in the afternoon to satisfy our hunger."
"Dinner at this time is more like a snack than a dinner, so the portions are not large."
"But don't worry, I knew you were going to stay for dinner, so I prepared more."
Fujima Hanako obviously noticed Budo's embarrassment, put down her chopsticks and said with a smile.
Martial Arts did not refuse. He bowed slightly towards Hanako and thanked him: "Thank you, Teacher Hanako. I'll excuse you."
Hanako was about to stand up when Takako Fujima across from her put down her bowls and chopsticks, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth. Then she got up first and said to her mother: "Mom, sit down and I'll serve Budo-kun some food."
While speaking, Takako Fujima left his seat, came to Budao, and left the restaurant with the entire tray. When Longzi came back again, a new meal was already placed on the tray.
"Thank you." Wu Dao thanked him softly, and then picked up the chopsticks again. But this time, Wu Dao deliberately slowed down his eating speed. It was already a bit rude to add more food when eating at someone else's house. Adding more food would be too much.
Fujima Shinichi and his family did not speak during the meal, and Budo would not take the initiative to find topics because of the embarrassment. This embarrassing dinner ended quickly in a dull atmosphere.
After the meal, Budo followed Masao Fujima to the dojo. After the two briefly communicated about the time and training plan for learning judo after Budo, Budo stood up and left.
Before leaving, Wu Dao left his contact information and noted the approximate location of the house.
When Wu Dao returned home, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening, and his parents had already gone to bed. After a brief wash, the exhausted Martial curled up on his bed and fell into sleep.
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The cold moonlight falls from the sky.
In the hotel, Akira Sendō was lying on the tatami by the window, with his hands behind his head and staring blankly at the night outside the window. In his mind, the scenes of the afternoon game were turning like pages of a book.
"I didn't expect there to be such a master in Kanagawa."
"If we meet Takeishi Middle School in the national competition and don't find a way to deal with that guy, we may still lose."
"Misui Hisashi...I remember you!"
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