I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 32 Fried tofu, how great!

Iori Miko immediately showed a distressed look again.

"They are really annoying. Sometimes Miko clearly doesn't want to sleep."

Sleepyhead whispered: I'm really convinced, you're blaming me for everything, right? You don't even look at your Bi shrine, how can I get in? It's obviously you who wanted to sleep!

"I almost forgot about this. This is for you, Tono Nissan."

As Iori Miko spoke, her little mouth opened slightly and she yawned with her hands covering her mouth.

She first handed the lacquer snack box on her knees to Dong Ye Yu, then picked up her small cane from the side, stood up calmly, and patted her skirt.

Dong Yeyu took the lunch box and was stunned for a second. He subconsciously felt that this thing was not cheap after just one look.

This is a rectangular food box, not big, with the bottom only half the size of an ordinary cookie tin box. It is divided into two layers, and the surface is inky black with a metallic luster. A landscape painting is painted on it using the gold-drawing technique.

This technique is called Maki-e in the island country. It originated in China and is a skill that has been passed down for thousands of years. Here, it is generally only furniture that wealthy families can afford.

Wide open?!

Dong Yeyu glanced at it, held the handle with his right hand, and supported the bottom of the food box with his left hand. He couldn't afford to pay for it if it fell.

"This is?"

"My grandma made some fried tofu and asked me to send some to Dongye Nisan to thank him for sending me home last night."

So your grandma asked you to deliver some fried tofu, but you haven't delivered it to me yet, so you've been sitting here waiting?

This girl is a bit stubborn.

Dong Yeyu smiled helplessly, but still thanked him earnestly and opened the door: "Come in first, it's still cold in spring, Yuzi, you are not in good health, it will be very uncomfortable if you catch a cold."

Since the establishment of the gratitude system, Dong Ye Yu has never rejected other people's kindness. When there are rewards for repaying gratitude, who would complain that they might have one more benefactor?

The two men entered the house, and Dong Ye Yu did not close the door, leaving it open.

Miko is a little girl with a physical disability, so when she is alone with a high school boy like me who is only 16 or 17 years old, she should be careful to avoid suspicion.

Moreover, spring in Tokyo has already started to feel hot. Now that it has just rained, the temperature is just right, cool but not cold.

After entering the entrance hall, Iori Miko sat on the floor, put her crutches aside, took off her leather shoes, revealing her little feet wearing white lace socks.

Dong Yeyu stood by and waited for her to take off her shoes, then handed the crutch back to her.

"Thank you, Tono Ni-san."

Iori Miko thanked him and sat down at the small table with the help of a cane. Her clear eyes, filled with spiritual energy, looked around every corner of the room curiously.

Finally, her eyes fell on the cardboard box where Xiuji usually slept, which was padded with cotton and sponge that Xiuji had brought from somewhere.

She was probably still thinking about the bird.

Dongye Yu thought in her heart, walked over and sat between Yuko and Xiuji's nests, and her tall figure immediately blocked her view.

Iori Miko glanced at Higashino Yu, blinked, and looked away very naturally.

After observing the room for a while and not noticing anything, his eyes started to become blurry, as if he was in a daze, or perhaps thinking about something.

Dong Yeyu put the food box on the small square table and opened the lid.

There was indeed a plate of fried tofu inside, which was made from deep-fried blocks of Chiba tofu. The outer skin was golden and crispy with a hint of oil, and it was dotted with small pieces of chopped green onions, which looked very tempting.

But maybe it was a little cold, this plate of fried tofu lost most of the unique aroma of fried food when it was just out of the pan, and it also exuded a faint smell of oil. It didn't make people feel unpleasant, but it didn't arouse much appetite from the sense of smell.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Dong Ye Yu, who was born a wild fox, was not picky. He picked up the chopsticks from the food box, picked up a piece of tofu and put it into his mouth.

My eyes suddenly widened, what is this? !

The rich soup instantly fills my mouth. The salty, mellow gravy mixed with the refreshing and delicious fried tofu makes my taste buds feel like they are in heaven. The fragrant chopped green onions are the finishing touch, neutralizing the greasiness of the gravy and oil, and the fragrance permeates the tip of my tongue!

While eating, the BGM of Little Chef Boy unconsciously echoed in my mind.

I remember that I didn’t like eating tofu that much in my previous life.

Is fried tofu a special dish for foxes?
Dong Yeyu picked up the fried tofu and showed an expression like Jerry observing Bubble Gum. This fried tofu has something special. Even when it is cold, its flavor is still quite good.

He couldn't help but stuff it into his mouth again, taking in several pieces until his cheeks were slightly bulging.

In his previous life, he came from a family in a small county town. In this life, Wild Fox was born and raised in an orphanage. Apart from some dining etiquette that ordinary people follow, there is basically no other etiquette.

Iori Miko probably had never seen people eating like this before. She was stunned for a second as she watched Higashino Yu wolfing down the food, and then handed him a handkerchief embroidered with cherry blossoms.

Dong Ye Yu was not polite. He took the handkerchief, wiped his greasy mouth, and gave a thumbs up.

"Haoci!"

"Grandma Iori's cooking skills are really good, Miko, you should have a piece too."

Higashino Yu was eating with great enthusiasm. He picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it to Iori Miko's mouth.

Then he suddenly realized that he had used this pair of chopsticks before, and Miko was not a little girl from an orphanage, so such behavior was indeed a bit abrupt.

So he retracted his hand and tried to take it back.

But before Higashino Yu could retract his chopsticks, Iori Miko naturally opened her mouth, gently picked up the tofu, stretched out her delicate little hands to push it, and put it into her mouth.

But after just a few bites, her brows furrowed slightly.

"It's already cold."

She said softly after eating the fried tofu.

I remembered my grandma once said that it was very rude to thank others with cold food, so I picked up the lid of the food box and tried to close it.

Higashino Yu quickly reached out to stop her, and explained seriously to Iori Miko's confused and puzzled face.

"Fried tofu is delicious when it's hot, and it also has a special flavor when it's cold. We must know that every grain of food on the plate is hard-earned, and we can't waste food, Yuzi."

I've been busy all day and haven't had dinner yet. What will I eat if you take away my food?
As a high-end Western restaurant, Duke Kobayashi's Residence is different from ordinary fast food restaurants. The waiters basically have no employee benefits in terms of food.

In addition, after get off work, I was busy punishing criminals and had no time to take the remaining discounted lunch boxes at home to the nearby convenience stores to have the staff heat them up.

I had decided to come back for some cold discounted bentos I had bought earlier, but now there was a better option.

“Is the dish a waka poem or a haiku poem?”

Iori Miko murmured softly and scratched her head, not remembering having learned it before.

She was in poor health, went to school intermittently, and often took leave, but her academic performance was still among the best. She was like an urban legend in her elementary school.

(End of this chapter)