I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 225 The engagement banquet of the Fujiwara and Koyama families! A happy family! A happy family of four!

Fujiwara no Maru put down the box, looked at Fujiwara no Isshin, and said in a much gentler tone than before: "So... has the date for the two sets of parents to meet been set? We can't keep putting it off. We have to go through the proper procedures, so that outsiders won't say that our family doesn't know how to behave properly."

"It's settled, tomorrow at noon."

Fujiwara Isshin replied, "Uncle Koyama said that the 'Sakura no Sato' restaurant is the best choice. It's close to both of our families and the environment is quiet. We'll mainly discuss the specifics of the engagement then, such as the time and place of the engagement banquet and the guest list."

“Sakura no Sato?” Fujiwara Temari nodded. “I know that restaurant. I went there with your dad last year. Their kaiseki cuisine is exceptional, especially the cherry blossom sushi. It’s beautifully presented and tastes authentic. Choosing that place shows how important it is to us, and it won’t make the Koyama family feel too reserved.”

Fujimoto Maru nodded as well: "Yes, I know the owner of that restaurant. I'll call him in advance tomorrow and ask him to reserve a private room by the window. It'll have a good view and be easy to talk in. By the way, when are you planning to hold the engagement party? I think the 25th of this month would be good. The lunar calendar says that day is 'auspicious for marriage,' and it's also close to Masaya's birthday. We can celebrate together then, it'll be so lively."

“I mentioned it to Uncle Xiaoshan, and he also thought the 25th would be a good date.”

Fujiwara Isshin said, "However, it depends on the restaurant's schedule. Private rooms in Sakura no Sato are in high demand, especially on weekends, so you have to book in advance. When we meet tomorrow, we can ask the restaurant owner to bring the schedule so we can choose the most suitable day together."

Fujiwara Temari clapped her hands, her smile barely concealed: "That's wonderful! Finally, this matter is settled, and a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. You know, the other day I was chatting with Mrs. Sato next door, and she even asked me, 'When is your Fujiwara Isshin getting married?' I was too embarrassed to say that we hadn't set a date yet. Now, once we're engaged, I can finally tell her all about our Masae and let her know how wonderful my daughter-in-law is!"

She became increasingly excited as she spoke, getting up and walking to the cupboard. She opened a drawer and began rummaging through it: "Oh, right, Fujiwara Isshin, I went shopping in Ginza a few days ago and bought Masaya a pearl necklace. Take it to her tomorrow. The pearls are freshwater pearls, not very big, but round and smooth, which suits Masaya's skin tone perfectly. Also, I bought your Aunt Koyama a silk scarf, in her favorite beige color, embroidered with cherry blossom patterns. Take that with you too, as a small token of our family's appreciation."

As Fujimoto Maru watched his wife busy at work, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at Fujiwara Isshin and said, "By the way, where's your brother? Isshin? Will he be able to come back for our meeting tomorrow at noon? He's your older brother; how can he be absent from such an important occasion?"

When Fujiwara Isshin mentioned his elder brother Fujiwara Kazumasa, he paused for a moment.

His older brother is six years older than him and works as a civil servant in Kyoto, in the Kansai region. He is so busy with work that he doesn't even have time to rest. He didn't come home for the Lunar New Year last year.

A few days ago, he called his older brother and told him that he was getting engaged. His older brother only said, "I know, we'll see how it goes," without saying that he would definitely come back.

“I called my older brother a few days ago, and he said he would try his best to come back.”

Fujiwara Isshin answered truthfully: "However, he's been busy with a foreign collaboration project lately and often has to travel to Osaka for business. It's uncertain whether he'll be able to make it back. I told him that tomorrow's meeting at noon is mainly to discuss the engagement. If he really can't make it back, he must be back for the engagement banquet."

Fujimoto Maru's expression darkened, and he slammed down the teacup with a bit more force, causing it to collide with the low table with a "thud."

"What's wrong with discussing engagement matters? He's the older brother, and it's his younger brother's life-long affair. No matter how busy he is, he should come back!"

His tone was somewhat displeased: "Your brother is just too competitive, always thinking that work is more important than anything else. Last year during the Spring Festival, he kept saying he was busy, and in the end, your mother and I went to Kyoto to see him. If he dares to miss your engagement this time, just wait and see how I deal with him!"

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Temari quickly walked over from beside the cupboard and tugged at her husband's arm: "Don't say that. It's not easy for Kazuma either. He's working hard in Kyoto, with no one to take care of him, and he's under a lot of work pressure. As his parents, we have to be understanding. Besides, Fujiwara Isshin also said that he will definitely come back for the engagement party, and the whole family can get together then."

She turned to Fujiwara Isshin, her tone softening considerably: "Don't hold a grudge against your brother. He cares about this family. He called me a few days ago to ask how your engagement preparations were going, and said he wanted to prepare a big gift for Masaya, asking me not to tell you, wanting to give you a surprise."

Fujiwara Isshin felt a warmth in his heart.

He knew that although his older brother was a man of few words and always busy, he always cared about the family. Last year, when he encountered trouble at the county government, it was his brother who asked someone to help him resolve it. It was just that his brother was introverted and not good at expressing his feelings, always keeping his concern hidden in his heart.

“I know that you care about this family, brother.” Fujiwara Isshin smiled.

Fujimoto Maru's expression softened slightly, but he still snorted, "These kinds of things need to be discussed face-to-face to show how important they are. But... never mind, if he really can't make it back, there's nothing I can do. Tell him that even if the sky falls, he has to be back for the engagement party! Otherwise, he can forget about being my father!"

Fujiwara Temari smiled and shook her head, then turned to continue packing the gifts for the Koyama family.

She put the pearl necklace into the velvet box, then folded the silk scarf neatly and put it into a paper bag. She then walked up to Fujiwara Isshin and handed her the paper bag: "Remember to take these to Masaya and Aunt Koyama tomorrow and tell them that this is a small token of my appreciation. Please don't find it offensive."

Fujiwara Isshin took the paper bag, his fingertips touching the soft silk, his heart filled with gratitude: "Mom, you're too kind. Maya and Aunt Koyama will definitely like it."

"I'm glad you like it." Fujiwara Temari patted his shoulder, her eyes full of satisfaction. "It's getting late. You must be tired after running around all day. Go back to your room and rest. You have to get up early tomorrow to meet the Koyama family, so you can't be in bad shape."

"Then I'll go to sleep now." Fujiwara Isshin nodded, got up and went back to his room.

"Go on, go on, goodnight." Fujiwara Temari waved her hand, watching her son's back disappear at the end of the corridor before turning to her husband, her eyes full of smiles: "Look how sensible our son is, and Masaya is such a good boy. This marriage was really the right choice."

Fujimoto Maru put down his teacup, picked up the Kumamoto Prefectural Gazette from the table, but didn't look at it anymore. Instead, he looked out the window.

As night deepened, the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard shimmered with a soft glow under the lamplight, much like the scene of him dating his wife when he was young.

“Yes, we made the right choice.” He said softly, his tone full of emotion: “Our Fujiwara Isshin has finally grown up. With Masaya by his side to take care of him, we can rest assured.”

Fujiwara Temari walked to his side and gently leaned on his shoulder: "Yes, we can enjoy our old age in peace now. When Fujiwara Isshin and Masaya get married and have a big, healthy grandson, our family will be even more lively."

Fujimoto Maru smiled and reached out to hold his wife's hand.

The two sat quietly like that, the living room lights were warm and cozy, and the aroma of brewed tea still lingered in the air, making everything seem so warm and beautiful.

……

Fujiwara Isshin woke up early the next morning.

After washing up, he changed into a new navy blue suit, tied his tie meticulously, and even sprayed on a light cologne—the citrus scent that Masaya likes.

When I went downstairs, my parents were already waiting in the living room.

Fujiwara Temari wore a beige kimono embroidered with tiny cherry blossom patterns, looking exceptionally elegant; Fujiwara Honmaru wore a dark gray suit, his hair neatly combed, looking energetic.

"You're up? Come and have breakfast." Fujiwara Temari smiled and waved. On the low table were freshly made miso soup, grilled fish, rice, and several delicate wagashi (Japanese sweets). "I specially asked Yuki to make your favorite grilled fish. Eat more so you'll have the energy to meet the Koyama family later."

Fujiwara Isshin sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece of grilled fish into his mouth. The fish was tender and juicy, with a hint of soy sauce saltiness—a flavor he had loved since childhood.

"Dad, Mom, when are we leaving?" he asked while eating.

“We’ll head out after you finish breakfast.” Fujimoto Maru drank his miso soup. “Sakura no Sato isn’t far from our house, only a ten-minute drive. Let’s go early and tell the restaurant owner to prepare a private room.”

Fujiwara Isshin nodded and quickened his pace of eating.

After breakfast, the three got into the family's black sedan. The driver was a long-time subordinate of Fujimoto Harumaru, known for his reliability and dependability.

The car slowly drove out of the house and along the streets of Kumamoto City.

At this moment in Kumamoto, the sun shines brightly, and the cherry blossom trees lining the streets have begun to sprout buds. Scattered flower buds dot the tender green leaves, resembling a beautiful oil painting that represents a wonderful day.

……

Morning light filters through the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard of a small family home, casting dappled patterns of light on the wooden veranda.

Yoshiharu Koyama stood in front of the mirror, repeatedly tugging at the tie of his navy blue suit, polishing the mother-of-pearl buttons on the collar until they shone.

Mengya hugged her Kumamon plushie and leaned over, standing on tiptoe to look into the mirror, her lips still stained with the red bean paste left over from the dorayaki she ate that morning.

"Dad, your tie is almost too tight for your neck! If it gets any tighter, you'll be unable to breathe!" Mengya reached out and tugged at the end of the tie, causing Koyama Yoshiharu to frown and slap her hand away.

"What do children know?"

Yoshiji Koyama adjusted his suit cuffs in front of the mirror, his tone deliberately serious: "Today we're meeting the Fujiwara family, a prefectural assembly family, they have a lot of rules. If we're dressed sloppily, people will say our Koyama family doesn't know manners."

Masaya emerged from the inner room carrying a neatly folded handkerchief. The hem of her pale pink kimono swept across the tatami mat, and the light purple wisteria embroidered on her cuffs swayed gently with her movements.

Looking at her father's tense profile, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Dad, this suit of yours was bought last year for the New Year. The material is crisp, and the tie is a designer brand that Hiroshi-kun brought back from Tokyo last time. You look very presentable. If you keep going like this, the Fujiwara family will be getting impatient soon."

"What do you know?" Yoshiharu Koyama glared at his eldest daughter, but he wasn't really angry. His fingers still unconsciously touched the hem of his suit. "The Fujiwara family is a prominent family in Kumamoto. Fujiwara is determined to work as a civil servant in our Kumamoto Prefectural Government. He might even rise to a higher position in the future. We can't let the Koyama family lose face."

Masaya's cheeks flushed slightly as she handed over the handkerchief in her hand: "Dad, you're overthinking it. Yesterday, Ichishin told me that his parents are very easygoing people and just want to have a nice meal with our family to talk about the engagement. Besides, with Hiroshi-kun here, even if there are any rules we don't understand, he'll smooth things over for us."

"Hmm, that's true." Upon hearing Hiroshi Nohara's name, Yoshiji Koyama finally felt relieved.

After all, he was quite satisfied with his second daughter's boyfriend, who was also his future husband!
Just then, Koyama Takaya's voice came from the inner room, with a light laugh: "What are you three talking about standing there? Come in and see how I look!"

The group turned to look and saw that Koyama Takaya was wearing a dark green kimono with gold chrysanthemum patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. It was one of her most prized possessions, which she only took out for New Year's or weddings.

She walked to the mirror, gently turned her body, and the hem of her kimono spread out like a blooming flower.

"Mom, you look so beautiful in this!" Mengya put down her Kumamon doll, ran over and tugged at her mother's sleeve, her eyes sparkling: "It's even prettier than the outfit I wore to Aunt's wedding last time!"

Koyama Takaya smiled broadly at her youngest daughter's praise, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "You're so sweet-talking. This is the kimono I wore when your father and I got engaged. I specially found it yesterday and ironed it, thinking it would be better to dress formally when meeting the in-laws today." She turned to look at Yumiya, who was still wearing casual clothes, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You silly child, why are you still wearing your pajamas? Hurry up and change into the new clothes I prepared for you. Hiroshi-kun and Misae will be coming down soon."

Upon hearing this, Mengya immediately skipped and hopped towards her room, shouting as she ran, "I know! I've already decided which one to wear! It's the pink dress my brother-in-law bought me when he went to Tokyo last time, and the white leather shoes!"

Masaya watched her younger sister's cheerful figure and shook her head helplessly: "This girl gets so excited whenever Hiroshi-kun buys something. Last time, Hiroshi-kun brought her a Kumamon keychain, and she hung it on her schoolbag every day and showed it off to her classmates for days."

Koyama Takaya smiled and adjusted her kimono's obi (sash). "What can we do? Hiroshi-kun treats our family well, and Yumeya knows it all too well. Besides, Hiroshi-kun is not only a good person, but also very capable. Now, everyone in Kumamoto knows he's a famous director from TV Tokyo and designed the adorable Kumamon character. Having such a son-in-law is a blessing for our family."

Yoshiji Koyama coughed lightly, and although he didn't speak, the curve of his lips betrayed his thoughts.

He walked to the mirror, adjusted his tie one last time, and looked at himself in his suit. The tension in his eyes lessened, replaced by anticipation.

Not long after, footsteps came from the stairs, accompanied by Misae's cheerful laughter.

Everyone looked up and saw Hiroshi Nohara wearing a dark gray suit, standing tall and with a gentle smile on his face.

Misae wore a light purple kimono with pale pink cherry blossoms embroidered on the collar. It was specially commissioned by Hiroshi in Tokyo, conforming to tradition while retaining a youthful vivacity.

The two walked down side by side; one was composed and handsome, the other gentle and lovely, and they looked exceptionally well-matched standing together.

"Hiroshi-kun, Misae, you look so good in these outfits!" Koyama Takaya spoke first, her tone full of admiration: "Hiroshi-kun, the fabric of your suit looks amazing, and Misae, your kimono is beautiful too, the color makes your skin look even whiter."

Misae's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously moved closer to Hiroshi, whispering, "Hiroshi-kun helped me choose these. He said that I should dress formally to support Masae-nee-san today."

Hiroshi smiled and ruffled Misae's hair, his gaze sweeping over the Koyama family as he said gently, "Uncle, Aunt, Masae-neechan, you all look very elegant today. Especially Auntie, your kimono is very classy."

Yoshiharu Koyama looked at the young man before him and nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad. Hiroshi, you are experienced. When you meet the Fujiwara family later, if there's anything we need to pay attention to, please remind us."

"Don't worry, Uncle."

Hiroshi nodded in agreement, “I’ve met Fujiwara Isshin a few times. He’s a very easy-going person, and his parents should be easy to get along with as well. Today, we’re just having a family meal together and talking about Masaya-nee and Isshin-san’s engagement. There’s no need to be too nervous.”

Just then, Mengya, wearing a pink dress and white leather shoes, ran out of the room, the hem of her dress swaying gently with her movements.

She ran in front of everyone, twirled around, and said with a smug look on her face, "Look everyone! Doesn't this look good on me? My brother-in-law bought it for me!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh at her adorable appearance.

Xiaoshan Gaoya walked over and straightened her slightly crooked collar: "It looks good, it looks good. Our Mengya looks good in anything. Come here, let Mommy comb your hair and tie a pretty bow."

Mengya obediently walked to her mother's side, sat on a low stool, and let her mother comb her hair.

She looked at herself in the mirror, dressed in new clothes, and then at her family members beside her, a smile playing on her lips.

Once everyone was ready, Yoshiharu Koyama glanced at the wall clock and his tone became serious: "It's almost time, we should set off. The restaurant the Fujiwara family booked is in Sakura no Sato, which is a bit far from our house, so it will take a while to get there."

Everyone nodded and began to walk towards the door.

Mengya, holding Zhenya's hand, skipped and hopped along behind, saying as they walked, "Big sister, when we get to the restaurant, can I ride in the same car as you, second sister, and brother-in-law? I want to chat with you all, and I also want brother-in-law to tell me the story of the new Kumamon short film!"

Upon hearing this, Yoshiharu Koyama immediately stopped and looked at his youngest daughter with a stern face: "No! You'll ride in the same car as me and your mother. I need to give your mother a few more reminders about the things to keep in mind when meeting your future in-laws. You listen carefully and don't keep thinking about playing."

Mengya's face instantly fell, her lips pouting so much they could hold an oil bottle, and she looked at her father with a wronged expression: "Why? I want to sit with my second sister and brother-in-law..."

Koyama Takaya quickly pulled his youngest daughter's hand and gently advised, "Mengya, listen to your father, today's situation is special."

Zhenya chimed in with a smile, "Yes, Mengya, we'll have plenty of time to chat when we get to the restaurant. You can sit with Mom and Dad on the way and even help Mom carry some things."

Seeing everyone trying to persuade her, Mengya knew that resisting was useless, so she reluctantly lowered her head and whispered, "Okay... then I'll ride in the car with my parents."

Seeing the little girl's aggrieved look, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Yoshiharu Koyama couldn't keep a straight face either, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He reached out and patted Yumiya's shoulder: "That's a good girl. When we get to the restaurant, I'll ask your mom to order your favorite strawberry daifuku."

When Mengya heard that there were strawberry daifuku to eat, her eyes immediately lit up. Her previous grievances vanished instantly, and she nodded vigorously: "Okay! I want to eat two!"

The group chatted and laughed as they walked out of their house and got into the car parked in front of the door.

Hiroshi drove the car, with Misae and Masae sitting in the back. The two occasionally exchanged a few words in hushed tones, creating a warm atmosphere.

Yoshiharu Koyama and Takaya Koyama were in another car, with Yume sitting in the middle. Yume would sometimes act cute with her father and sometimes chat with her mother about interesting things at school. The car was filled with laughter.

The car slowly drove out of the residential area and headed towards Sakura no Sato along the highway.

The cherry blossom trees along the roadside have begun to sprout, with tender green leaves adorning the branches, exuding vitality.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, warm and inviting, making one feel exceptionally relaxed.

About half an hour later, the car arrived at Sakura no Sato. This is a famous upscale restaurant in Kumamoto City, located halfway up a mountain, surrounded by cherry blossom trees, with a quiet and elegant environment.

The restaurant's exterior is a traditional Japanese building with a wooden structure and upturned eaves, exuding a rustic charm.

Hiroshi parked his car in the parking lot and got out. He saw that Fujiwara Isshin and his parents had arrived and were waiting at the restaurant entrance.

Fujiwara Isshin wore a dark blue suit, looking more composed than usual; his father, Fujiwara Honmaru, wore a dark gray kimono, his hair neatly combed, his eyes sharp, exuding the composure characteristic of a politician; his mother, Fujiwara Temari, wore a light pink kimono, her face bearing a gentle smile, looking very approachable.

Seeing the Fujiwara family, Yoshiji Koyama couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He subconsciously straightened the hem of his suit jacket, then turned to Koyama Takasaya beside him and asked in a low voice, "Is my outfit alright? Is there anything I've done that's inappropriate?"

Koyama Takaya rolled her eyes at him, her tone tinged with helplessness: "You've been asking me all the way here, no problem! Your suit is impeccable, your tie is neatly tied, you look much more energetic than usual. Besides, we're here to meet our in-laws, not to attend some important meeting, there's no need to be so nervous."

Mengya leaned closer and whispered, "Dad, you're even more nervous than when you attended my parent-teacher conference. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were there for a blind date!"

Yoshiharu Koyama blushed at his youngest daughter's words, glared at her, and lowered his voice: "What nonsense are you talking about, child! Sakura no Sato is a famous high-end restaurant in the entire Kumamoto City, and the Fujiwara family is a prestigious clan. We can't be impolite. When we go in, talk less and listen more, understand?"

Mengya stuck out her tongue and whispered, "Okay."

Koyama Takaya gently patted his youngest daughter's shoulder, speaking earnestly: "Mengya, when you meet the Fujiwara family's uncles and aunts, you must be polite and speak softly, like a well-bred young lady. Don't jump around like you usually do, okay? The Fujiwara family is a prefectural councilor's family, they have many rules, we can't let them think we're ill-mannered."

Although Mengya found it a bit troublesome, she still nodded: "I understand, Mom. I will be good."

She turned to look at Maya, Misae, and Hiroshi, who had just gotten out of the car, her eyes lighting up as she smiled and said, "But Mom, my second brother-in-law is a famous director on TV Tokyo, even more famous than the Fujiwara family! Last time, one of our school teachers asked me about him, saying she especially liked his films 'Tales of the Unusual' and 'Seven Samurai'!"

Hearing this, Guangzhi couldn't help but smile, walked over and ruffled Mengya's hair: "Alright Mengya, today's main characters are your uncle, aunt and sister Zhenya, we should focus on them. I'm just an ordinary director, nothing special."

Seeing Hiroshi's composed demeanor, Yoshiharu Koyama felt less nervous and nodded in satisfaction: "Hiroshi is right. Today is an important day for Masaya and Isshin's engagement, and we should all focus on them. Yumeya, you can't bring up any more of this nonsense later, okay?"

Mengya pouted and whispered, "Okay."

At that moment, Fujiwara Isshin saw them and quickly brought his parents over. He first bowed deeply to Koyama Yoshiharu and Koyama Takasago, saying respectfully, "Uncle and Aunt, you must be tired from your journey."

She then turned to look at Masaya, her eyes gentle: "Masaya, you look so beautiful today."

Masaya's cheeks flushed, and she whispered "thank you," but she didn't dare to meet his gaze.

Fujimoto Honmaru looked at Koyama Yoshiharu with a gentle smile and extended his hand: "Koyama-san, I've heard so much about you. I am Fujimoto Honmaru, Isshin's father."

Yoshiharu Koyama quickly extended his hand and shook hands with him, his voice tinged with excitement: "Fujimoto Honmaru-san, hello! I am Yoshiharu Koyama, Masaya's father. I have long heard of your great name, and it is truly an honor to meet you today."

Fujiwara Temari walked up to Koyama Takaya and took her hand with a smile: "Mrs. Koyama, hello. I am Fujiwara Temari. Your kimono is very beautiful today; it looks like a very expensive garment."

Koyama Takaya was a little embarrassed by the compliment and quickly said, "Madam Fujiwara, you flatter me. This is just an ordinary kimono I usually wear; it's nothing compared to what you're wearing. Your pink kimono makes you look so radiant."

The two families exchanged pleasantries, creating a very harmonious atmosphere. Maya and Fujiwara Isshin stood to the side, occasionally glancing at each other with sweet eyes. Misae and Hiroshi stood behind, watching the scene unfold with smiles on their faces.

Mengya held Meiya's hand and whispered, "Second sister, the uncles and aunts of the Fujiwara family look so kind, not at all like the serious people Dad said they were."

Misae smiled and nodded: "Yes, they are all very easy-going people. Look how happily Mom and Mrs. Fujiwara are chatting. When you go inside later, you can also chat with Mrs. Fujiwara. She seems to really like children."

Mengya nodded, her eyes full of anticipation.

Fujiwara Maru looked at Hiroshi standing to the side with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "This must be Hiroshi Nohara, right? I've heard of you before. I've seen your films 'Seven Samurai' and 'Tales of the Unusual,' and they're both excellent. Especially 'Seven Samurai,' which vividly portrays the spirit of the samurai and the complexities of human nature. It's a rare gem."

Hiroshi quickly bowed and said humbly, "Fujimoto-moto Maru-san, you flatter me. I just did what I was supposed to do, and it is my honor to receive your recognition."

"you are too humble."

Fujimoto Maru smiled and waved his hand, "It's rare to see a director as young, talented, and humble as you these days. Isshin often mentions you to me, saying that you are not only incredibly talented but also very visionary. The Kumamon character you designed is now a sensation throughout Kumamoto Prefecture!"

……

As Fujiwara Maru spoke, he also looked at the tall and upright Fujiwara Isshin beside him, his tone carrying the solemnity unique to an elder, yet also a bit more intimate than before: "Isshin, after Masaya marries into the family, we will be true relatives. The Fujiwara family and the Koyama family should visit each other more often and support each other. You are young, and there will inevitably be things you are unsure about when working in the prefectural government. Hiroshi-san is knowledgeable and experienced in Tokyo, and he is also Masaya's brother-in-law. You should communicate with him more often, instead of always keeping things to yourself."

Fujiwara Isshin immediately bowed slightly, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his attitude perfectly humble: "Father, rest assured, I've kept it in mind. When I talked to Hiroshi-san about the promotional methods for Kumamon before, I felt that he had a particularly insightful perspective, and I will definitely consult him often in the future."

He looked up at Hiroshi Nohara, who was standing not far away, his eyes filled with genuine approval.

The "tips for controlling the rhythm of episodic dramas" that Guangzhi casually mentioned last time are still playing a role in his work on the county government's promotional video.

When Hiroshi Nohara heard this, he simply smiled gently and raised his hand to indicate, "Isshin-san, you're too kind. We're all family, so it's only right that we exchange ideas. If Masaya-nee and Isshin-san can get together, then our two families are destined to be together. There's no need to be so formal."

Misae linked arms with Masae and whispered in her ear, "Sis, look how nice Uncle Fujiwara is. He doesn't act like a politician at all."

Maya blushed slightly, secretly glanced at Fujiwara Isshin, and couldn't hide the smile on her lips as she nodded gently.

Even Yoshiharu Koyama and Takasago Koyama were quite pleased to see the Fujiwara family being so polite to them.

At that moment, the restaurant manager strode over.

He was dressed in a sharp black suit, his bow tie perfectly tied, and a just-right smile on his face: "Mr. Fujimoto Maru, the private room is ready. It's the window seat you specifically requested, with a view of the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard. This way, please, I'll take you there."

He turned slightly to the side, gesturing to guide the way, and pointed towards the depths of the corridor.

Fujimoto Maru nodded in acknowledgment: "Thank you for your help, Manager Yamada."

"You're too kind. It's what I should do." Manager Yamada bowed slightly and walked very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing everyone.

The group walked along a dark carpeted corridor, with antique ukiyo-e prints hanging on the walls on both sides, depicting the scenery of Kumamoto in the four seasons—the cherry blossom mountain in spring, Mount Aso in summer, the autumn foliage valley, and the snow country villages in winter. The brushstrokes were delicate and the colors were elegant.

Mengya curiously tugged at Meiya's hand and whispered, "Second sister, look at that painting, doesn't it look a lot like the one we saw when we went to Mount Aso last year?"

Misae smiled and nodded: "It is very similar, but the crater in the painting is more spectacular than what we see."

As we approached the private room, Manager Yamada gently opened the sliding door, and a faint aroma of sandalwood mixed with cherry blossom tea wafted out.

The private room was spacious and bright, with an oval cypress dining table in the center. The tabletop was polished smooth as jade, reflecting the soft light from the paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling.

Two low stools were placed by the window, and outside the window was the restaurant's courtyard, where several early cherry blossoms had already sprouted pale pink buds, swaying gently in the breeze.

"Please have a seat, everyone. First, try our cherry blossom tea, which is brewed from tender buds picked this morning."

As Manager Yamada spoke, he gestured to the waiters to place teacups in front of everyone.

The pale pink tea gleamed in the white porcelain bowl. A sip revealed a sweet floral fragrance that calmed the mind even before any food was eaten.

Once everyone was seated, Manager Yamada bowed slightly and said, "The dishes are being prepared according to your kaiseki set menu. We'll start with appetizers, and the rest will be served in order. Please feel free to call me if you need anything."

After saying that, he quietly slipped out and closed the sliding door behind him.

After taking a couple of sips of tea, Koyama Takaya couldn't help but look at Fujiwara Temari with anticipation in his eyes: "Mrs. Fujiwara, we didn't have a chance to discuss the engagement date between Masaya and Isshin properly at the door earlier. Which month in the second half of the year do you think would be suitable? Yoshiharu and I are thinking that it would be best to avoid the rainy season, otherwise it will be inconvenient to go out."

Fujiwara Temari put down her teacup, a gentle smile on her face: "Mrs. Koyama is on the same page as us! Old Maru and I also think the rainy season is too troublesome. Clothes don't dry, and we have to carry umbrellas when we go out. If the engagement banquet happens to be on a rainy day, it will really spoil the mood. I checked the calendar, and September is just right. September in Kumamoto is neither too hot nor too cold, and we can also eat fresh matsutake mushrooms. We can add a matsutake dish to the banquet. How wonderful!"

Fujimoto Maru picked up the conversation, tapping his fingers lightly on the table: "September is indeed suitable, and the first weekend of September is the 'Kumamoto Castle Cultural Festival.' Although we don't need to rush to that event for our engagement banquet, the atmosphere on the streets will be good then, and it will be convenient for guests to come. I think September 7th is a good date. The lunar calendar says it's 'auspicious for engagement,' and it's a Saturday, so people from the prefectural government and Isshin's friends will be free to come."

Yoshiharu Koyama nodded immediately, his eyes lighting up: "September 7th! That's a good date!" He turned to look at Masaya, his voice full of affection: "Masaya, what do you think?"

Masaya's cheeks flushed red, and she placed her hands on her knees, whispering, "I'll listen to my parents and uncles and aunts."

Fujiwara Isshin immediately looked at Masaya with gentle eyes: "If you feel that September 7th is inconvenient, we can change the date."

"No need, no need," Masaya quickly shook her head: "September 7th is perfect. I like September too. The osmanthus flowers in the yard are in full bloom and smell wonderful."

Misae laughed and joked, "Sis, I'll prepare osmanthus-scented gifts for you, they'll definitely be a hit. By the way, Aunt Fujiwara, how many people are you planning to invite to the engagement party? There are probably more than thirty relatives and neighbors from our side, and if we add Dad's friends from school, we might have to add another dozen or so."

Fujiwara Temari took out her notebook and wrote down some notes as she spoke: "There are about fifty of our colleagues and relatives from the prefectural government, and about twenty of Isshin's college classmates and friends, making a total of about one hundred and twenty people. The largest private room in Sakura no Sato can seat fifteen tables, which should be enough. Let's set the tables out space so that everyone isn't crowded."

"Yes, yes, it's better to be more lenient."

Koyama Takaya quickly chimed in, "Last time I attended my neighbor's child's engagement party, the tables were too crowded, making it difficult to reach the food. We should give Manager Yamada a few more instructions: use tableware with cherry blossom patterns, it looks festive, and don't serve too little food, so the guests don't go hungry."

Fujimoto Maru took a sip of tea and added, "As for drinks, in addition to sake and beer, prepare some juice and soft drinks so that there will be options for children and ladies who don't drink. By the way, Isshin, we need to check with your older brother, Kazumasa, again to see if he can come back on September 7th. He's the older brother, and he'll have to help entertain the guests at the engagement party."

When Fujiwara Isshin mentioned his older brother, he paused for a moment, then nodded: "I called my older brother again last night. He said the project will be finished by early September and he will definitely come back. He also said he wants to prepare an engagement gift for Masaya and told me not to tell her in advance, as he wants to give her a surprise."

“That’s more like it,” Fujimoto Maru’s expression softened considerably. “If he dares to be absent again, I’ll give him a good talking to. He didn’t come back for New Year’s last year, so I have to make sure he comes back for Masaya’s engagement party this time.”

Fujiwara Temari patted her husband's arm with a smile: "Don't always talk about Kazumasa. It's not easy for him working in Kyoto. Last time he called me, he said he wanted to take advantage of his trip back to talk to Hiroshi-san about the promotional plan for Kumamoto. He said the prefectural government wanted to collaborate with TV Tokyo to make a short film introducing the local customs and culture of Kumamoto."

Upon hearing this, Hiroshi Nohara immediately chimed in: "If the prefectural government has this idea, we can have a good talk about it. When we were designing Kumamon, we felt that Kumamoto has many things worth promoting, such as Mount Aso, Kumamoto Castle, and our local specialties. If we could make a series of short films, it would definitely attract more tourists."

Fujimoto's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward slightly: "Hiroshi-san, what you said really resonated with me! Kumamoto's economy still relies on tourism. If we could get help from TV Tokyo for promotion, the effect would definitely be different. After the engagement party, I'll have Isshin coordinate with the prefectural government's publicity department. I'll have to trouble Hiroshi-san to put in a lot of effort then."

"You're too kind." Hiroshi Nohara smiled and shook his head. "I'm family with Isshin-san, so it's only right that we help promote Kumamoto. Besides, with Masaya-nee marrying into the family, I'm practically a Kumamoto native now, so it's only right that I do things for my hometown."

Everyone nodded with smiles.

"excuse me!"

At that moment, the sliding door was gently opened, and a waiter walked in carrying an exquisite appetizer.

The first course was "Hassun," presented as exquisitely as a work of art—a snow-white porcelain plate held marinated sakura shrimp, golden-brown sea bream chunks, thinly sliced ​​shiso plums, and "fake salmon roe" made of tofu. The colors were perfectly matched, making it almost too beautiful to eat.

Manager Yamada followed behind, smiling as he introduced, "This is our restaurant's signature appetizer. The sea bream was just shipped from Nagasaki Port this morning, it's very fresh. The shiso plum is pickled with last year's green plums, it's sweet and sour and will whet your appetite. Please enjoy."

Koyama Takaya picked up his chopsticks, took a small piece of sea bream and put it in his mouth. His eyes immediately lit up: "This sea bream is so fresh! The meat is so tender and not dry at all. Old Yoshiharu, you should try it."

Yoshiharu Koyama also picked up a piece, chewed it slowly, and nodded: "It's really good, even fresher than the one I had in Tokyo last time. Masaya, you should try it too, this perilla plum is very appetizing, eat more main dishes later."

Masaya obediently picked up a small piece of perilla plum. The sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth, which did relax her tense mood a lot.

Fujiwara Isshin looked at her and smiled as he picked up a piece of sakura shrimp from his plate and placed it on her plate: "These sakura shrimp are very tender. Try them; they're good for calcium."

Mengya stared wide-eyed at the dishes on the table, picked up her chopsticks to grab some, but Koyama Takaya gently patted her hand: "Wait, say thank you to Uncle Fujiwara and Auntie first, then eat."

Mengya quickly put down her chopsticks and bowed to Fujiwara Honmaru and Fujiwara Teju: "Thank you, Uncle Fujiwara, thank you, Aunt Fujiwara, this dish looks delicious."

Fujiwara Temari was amused by her adorable appearance and quickly waved her hand, "Eat up, don't be shy. If you like it, I'll have Manager Yamada bring you another serving later."

Mengya immediately smiled brightly, picked up her chopsticks, took a "fake salmon roe" and put it in her mouth. After chewing it, she said with surprise, "Wow! This is just like real salmon roe, it's chewy and delicious! Second sister, you should try some too!" As she spoke, she wanted to give some to Meiya, but Meiya stopped her with a smile, "You eat it yourself, second sister can take it for herself."

Seeing Mengya's lively demeanor, everyone couldn't help but laugh, and the previously somewhat reserved atmosphere instantly became lively.

Fujiwara Isshin looked at the scene before him with a sense of relief—he had been worried that the two families' different backgrounds would create a barrier between them, but now it seemed that he had been overthinking it.

The Koyama family is very easygoing. Masaya is sensible, Misaya is lively, Hiroshi is calm, and even the youngest, Yume, is so cute. It's a blessing that I can marry Masaya.

As a father, Fujimoto Harumaru picked up a sake bottle, poured a cup for Koyama Yoshiharu, and then poured one for himself. He raised his cup and said, "Koyama-san, I'm very happy to be able to sit here with your family today and talk about the children's marriage. This cup is for you. I wish our two families all the best in the future, and I also wish Masaya and Isshin happiness."

Yoshiharu Koyama quickly raised his glass and clinked it against his, his tone sincere: "Fujiwara Honmaru-san, I also want to toast you. It's an honor for our Koyama family to be related to the Fujiwara family through marriage. From now on, we're one family, supporting each other and making sure our children have a good life."

The two exchanged a smile and both drank their wine.

The aroma of sake spread in my mouth, bringing a touch of warmth and bringing the two families even closer together.

Looking at the scene before her, Misae quietly tugged at Hiroshi's hand and whispered, "Hiroshi, look how happy everyone is. I really hope that my sister and Isshin can always be this happy."

Hiroshi held her hand tightly, his eyes tender: "Yes, we will be happy."

He looked out the window, where the cherry blossom buds in the courtyard glowed a pale pink in the sunlight, much like the warm and beautiful atmosphere in the private room at that moment—the days to come, like these cherry blossoms about to bloom, were full of hope.

The waiters continued to serve the remaining dishes: grilled Wagyu beef that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, delicious sea urchin sushi, and soup made with matsutake mushrooms—each dish was exquisite and delicious.

As they ate, everyone chatted about the details of the engagement banquet—from the venue setup to the menu selection, from the guest list to the preparation of wedding favors. They discussed every detail with great care, occasionally arguing over a particular idea, but always managing to reach an agreement in the end. Their tone was full of anticipation for the future of their two children.

Mengya, her tummy bulging from eating, leaned back in her chair, watching the lively scene before her, and suddenly said, "When my sister gets engaged, I want to wear the prettiest dress and take a picture with Kumamon!"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Fujimoto Maru smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll have Isshin bring Kumamon with him so you can take pictures."

Mengya immediately clapped her hands excitedly: "That's great! Thank you, Uncle Fujiwara!"

Laughter filled the private room, and sunlight streamed in through the paper sliding door, casting dappled shadows on the tatami mats. The air was filled with the aroma of food and a warm atmosphere—this was probably the most beautiful image of a family reunion, simple yet comforting, filling one's heart with peace.

(End of this chapter)