The daytime was pleasant.
Especially when he rejected a lot of Japanese women in a cool and aloof manner, the straight male soul in Luke was about to break.
This is exactly what I want! In a world where looks are everything, there is a man who is more handsome than most women. The dramatic effect is really interesting.
However, he did not take pleasure in playing tricks on others and simply refused the matter.
But looking at the various different expressions of rejection is like participating in a love ukiyo-e.
This situation continued until night, when he sat alone on a chair in a small park, eating various foods that he had packed.
Ever since the capacity of Space No. 2 increased dramatically, he chose to put a lot of hot food into this space.
There is an insulated box and a microwave in space No. 2 for heating food.
As for cold food, he still put it in Space No. 1. The various foods he put in there for experiments at the beginning have not spoiled yet. It is truly the number one storage artifact.
After finishing a portion of crispy seafood tempura, he put the takeaway box containing the leftovers back into the bag beside him, and took out a portion of eel rice from it.
Just as he was picking up a piece of fish with a reddish-brown skin with chopsticks, a hand reached out in front of him.
He held several ten-thousand-yuan bills in his hand, and Fukuzawa Yukichi on the bills was staring at him with dead eyes.
Luke raised his head calmly and looked at the young woman in front of him who was wearing a thick coat and a white dress. "What's the matter?"
The girl in the white dress avoided his gaze a little: "Well, well, I just want to help you..."
Luke frowned slightly, "Hmm?"
The girl in the white dress understood what he meant immediately and bowed quickly: "I'm sorry, I just saw you sitting here so late at night and thought you might not have a place to stay."
Luke lowered his head slightly to look at his own clothes, totally failing to understand the other person's train of thought.
Just this one, a windbreaker that was made entirely by Afu himself, cost him $500,000 in raw materials.
How did this person see the taste of poverty in him? Who gave you the courage to do good deeds
But looking at the dead eyes of the person on the banknote, he understood: it was Fukuzawa Yukichi who gave this young lady the courage.
That’s right, the person in front of you is definitely a young lady.
With just a scan, Luke could find Burberry handbags and scarves, Tiffany earrings, and Gucci watches on her.
The unbranded skirts, clothes and shoes seemed to be made purely by hand by "special tailors", while the branded ones were all luxury goods.
And she can even take out tens of thousands of yen to help the homeless on the street. If she isn’t a lady, then what else could she be
A 10,000 yen bill is similar to the 100-dollar bill in the United States.
If this were in the United States, Luke would probably immediately assume that this young lady was looking for him to buy weed.
Luke would occasionally give so much money to someone, but usually to special talents, like Bell.
It’s very generous of a homeless person to give five or ten dollars.
His mind raced, and he nodded slightly: "Thank you, but I don't need any help."
The girl in the white dress uttered a soft "Ah" and said, "But you..."
Luke didn't bother to pay attention to her. He slowly put the eel meat into his mouth, squinted his eyes, savored it carefully, and basically approved of the cooking skills of this small shop.
The meat is not expensive, but the quality is good and there is no inferior stuff.
The sauce tastes sweet, which is not his favorite flavor, but with Selena and Nugget around, he can eat some fish with a sweet taste.
The key is that both the fish and the craftsmanship are not sloppy, and the price of this roadside stall is not expensive.
It can be said that the stall owner has done his best at this price.
The girl in the white dress held the banknotes in her outstretched hand, a little at a loss: Well, shouldn’t you say a few more words to me
Luke swallowed the fish in his mouth, raised his eyes again, and pointed at the banknotes with his chopsticks: "Take it back. If you have any extra kindness, you can give it to other people."
After saying that, he once again focused on the eel rice in front of him.
When you come to Neon, you must learn some dishes to cook.
As a Chinese in his previous life, Luke’s biggest impression of food was that there were always some surprises hidden in many small restaurants, even if some of them didn’t even have a name.
Because most famous restaurants pay more attention to quality control and try to ensure that the quality of the food is within a reasonable range.
It is worth losing a large part of the "deliciousness limit" for this.
Therefore, there are many top-notch restaurants in the United States, but Luke has no interest in them at all.
The main thing is that the Japanese are taking advantage of the Americans, and they do it very well. For example, the sushi god is a typical example of "eat whatever I cook, if you don't want to, get out."
That's why he never goes to Neon cuisine restaurants.
It’s different in small restaurants.
The chef was in a good mood today and the guests enjoyed their meal.
Tomorrow, if the chef gets beaten by his wife, the customers may think that the price of salt has plummeted nationwide and the food is too salty.
In comparison, most of the vendors in Tokyo have a good attitude, at least they serve you what you order.
The woman in the white dress watched him eat slowly for a moment, and finally came to her senses from her wandering state.
She now knew clearly that she had made a mistake.
The way Luke eats is enough to show that he has a pretty good financial situation.
The average American would not be so calm and composed, and even less likely to have such an "authentic" way of holding chopsticks.
Looking at his clothes again, although there is no trademark, the workmanship and materials are first-class, and they should be custom-made.
This kind of person wouldn't be reduced to hiding in a small park to eat, right? It was drizzling that day.
But the bag he used to carry the takeaway food was a slightly worn non-woven bag with traces of stitching.
So when she accidentally saw him eating there alone, she subconsciously thought that he was a person who was... having difficulties.
Luke didn't know this.
The bag for carrying food is for the stall owner's own use. Seeing that he packed too much, he put on the "insurance" bag.
The bag was a bit old, but it was still clean. He had used this kind of eco-friendly bag frequently in his previous life, so he didn't feel uncomfortable with it.
For a moment, Luke was appreciating the stall owner's craftsmanship. The girl in the white dress stood in front of him and watched him eat. The air suddenly became quiet.
Although he seemed to be moving slowly, he finished a serving of eel rice in less than two minutes, and then went on to pick out a portion of oden from the bag.
He took out a skewer and took two bites. He felt the taste was just average and prepared to change to another one.
Suddenly he looked at the girl in the white dress in front of him: "Do you want to eat?"
The girl in the white dress let out a cry, a little overwhelmed.
She was swallowing her saliva just now, but it was not because she was hungry, but simply because she saw how delicious he was eating, and it was definitely not because he was so good-looking.
Luke nodded and handed her the box of oden. “You’re a good person. I’ll treat you to this.”
Oden is skewered on small wooden sticks and you can eat each skewer individually, so it doesn't count as inviting others to eat your saliva.
But he didn't care whether it was appropriate to do so in Neon.
The main reason is that he doesn't like to eat it, and this "kind-hearted lady" is swallowing her saliva, so she might as well give it to him as a "return gift".