After hanging up the phone with Jinguji Koukari, Takeshi went to the living room. Fujima Shinichi's family had already prepared the meal and were waiting for Jinguji Takeshi to take a seat.
Fujima Shinichi's living habits are quite traditional, or rather quite retro. This is also reflected in the furniture in the restaurant. Jinguji Budoka has long used normal dining tables, but Fujima Shinichi still uses traditional tables, and everyone who diners has their own seat, all sitting open.
And diners cannot sit comfortably on chairs, but need to kneel on the tatami. There are not many dishes on the table, only exquisite small plates.
"Jinguji Takeshi, come and sit here." When Takeshi pushed open the door of the living room, Fujima Shinichi and his family of three were sitting in the living room. Fujima Shinichi sat in the main seat facing the door, and next to him, a beautiful woman was kneeling, with a clean face and dignified manners. She looked to be in her thirties, and was placing bowls for Fujima Shinichi.
And on the right hand side of Fujima Shinichi, Fujima Takako was sitting upright with her eyes closed, as if she was meditating? The seat on Fujima Shinichi's left hand side was empty, with food and dishes already placed on it. The position that Fujima Shinichi pointed to was this position.
"Uh... OK."
This scene was too unfamiliar to Wudao. In his memory, even the strict Jinguji family and his grandparents' family did not have such strict rules. Wudao, who encountered this situation for the first time, was a little at a loss when he walked to his seat and sat down like Fujima Shinichi.
But because the table was too low, Wudao felt uncomfortable everywhere sitting on the seat with his height.
Fujima Shinichi saw all of Wudao's little moves, and after a moment of silence, he said to the woman beside him, "Hanako, let's buy a set of tables and chairs for our home tomorrow, the normal kind."
"Um."
The beautiful woman sitting next to Fujima Shinichi hummed softly, and after placing the dishes for Fujima Shinichi, her beautiful eyes swept towards Jinguji Budou standing beside her.
"Budo, I'll call you this from now on. It seems more intimate."
"Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Hanako Fujima."
"Hanako, this boy's name is Jinguji Budo, and he will come to our house often to learn judo."
Fujima Shinichi patted Hanako's back gently, pointed at Jinguji Budou, and introduced him. Budou nodded slightly and greeted him a little stiffly: "Hello, Hanako-sensei."
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."
"Shinichi has a bad temper, so please bear with me."
"If there is anything that is not going well, you can tell me."
Fujima Hanako said with a smile, her eyes curved into crescent shapes, kind and gentle.
"It's my honor to study with Master Shinichi."
"By the way, Master Shinichi, my parents have agreed to let me learn judo from you."
"But my parents want to come visit me in person tomorrow. Is it convenient for you, teacher?"
Wudao told him that his parents were planning to visit him here tomorrow. After all, they were just guests, so it was necessary to communicate in advance.
"Yeah, no problem!"
"We need to take a look and reassure parents."
"Don't just stand there, eat."
Fujima Shinichi nodded and responded, and then seeing that Takeshi was sitting upright in his seat without moving, he hurriedly said Fujima Shinichi himself was a person who attached great importance to rules, but his rules were more to restrain himself. For others, he did not require them to abide by any rules.
It's just that his wife Hanako herself came from a prominent family with very strict rules, and his daughter also developed such habits under the subtle influence of the couple.
However, when Shinichi Fujima realized that Budo was not in line with the rules of their family, he showed great tolerance.
"Thank you, Mr. Shinichi."
Wu Dao had been starving for a long time. Hearing this, he immediately thanked him and then picked up the quick-dish and began to eat the food in front of him. Wu Dao had exercised a lot today, so his appetite was much larger than usual. Although the food prepared by Fujima Shin's family was exquisite, the quantity was not large.
In just a few minutes, Wudao finished all the food in front of him. Even then, he took this long while paying attention to his eating manners. You can imagine how small the amount of food was.
Wu Dao dares to say that even in those Jiangnan restaurants in China, the portions of food would not be so small.
After finishing his meal, Wudao put the food on the rack, looked at Fujima Takako who was sitting opposite him and chewing slowly, and Fujima Shinichi and Fujima Hanako who were concentrating on eating, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
His appetite seems a little out of place
"Mr. Budao, let me give you some more. I think you are not full."
"In fact, in our family, the snacks we eat at 3 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon are the ones that fill us up."
"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 some extra food."
Fujima Hanako obviously noticed Wudao's embarrassment, put down the Kaiko, and said with a smile.
Wudao did not refuse. He bowed slightly to Hanako and thanked her: "Thank you, Mr. Hanako. I'll trouble you then."
Just as Hanako was about to stand up, Fujima Takako, who was sitting opposite her, put down her bowl, picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth, then stood up first and said to her mother, "Mom, please sit down. I'll go serve food to Budo-kun."
As he was talking, Fujima Takako left her seat, came to Wudao, took the entire tray and left the restaurant. When Takako came back again, a new portion of food was already on the tray.
"Thank you." Wu Dao thanked him softly, and then picked up the quick rice again. But this time, Wu Dao deliberately slowed down his eating speed. When eating at someone else's house, adding more rice was already a bit rude, and adding more rice again would be too much.
Shinichi Fujima's family didn't talk while eating, and Wudao didn't take the initiative to find a topic because of the awkward situation. This awkward dinner soon ended in a dull atmosphere.
After dinner, Takeshi followed Fujima Masao to the dojo. The two briefly exchanged views on the time and training plan for Takeshi to learn judo in the future, and then Takeshi got up and said goodbye.
Before leaving, Wudao left his contact information and also wrote down the approximate location of the house.
When Wu Dao returned home, it was already past nine in the evening, and his parents had already gone to bed. After a simple wash, the exhausted Wu Dao curled up on his bed and fell asleep.
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The cold moonlight falls from the sky.
In the hotel, Sendoh Akira was lying on the tatami by the window, with his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the night outside the window. In his mind, the game scenes in the afternoon were turning one by one like pages of a book.
"I didn't expect there is such a master in Kanagawa."
"If we meet Takeishi Junior High School in the national competition and don't find a way to deal with that guy, we'll probably still lose."
"Mitsui Shou.....I'll remember you!"
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