"Wow~ it's healed, huh? Congratulations on your recovery." Said the wife very friendly to Yoshimura.
"Ah~ thank you madam." Yoshimura said while bowing his head in respect. Yoshimura wished from the bottom of his heart, "I hope this kind of atmosphere is real and they don't pretend to be nice to me."
Both parties did not expect compensation but, at least the people here are not making it up when making their suave character aka pure from the heart.
"Then, should we throw a party for his recovery?" Said his wife friendly with a gentle smile. Apart from being friendly, he seems to be happy.
"Eh!?" chirps Yoshimura in surprise.
"B-but-"
They even cut off what Yoshimura was about to say, it felt like this transfer boy was not given a chance to speak.
Meanwhile, when he heard his wife wanted to have a party, the husband looked happy and raised his thumb high.
"Okay! That sounds good!" he supports his wife's brilliant idea.
Then they closed the shop early and tried to make a methamphetamine and some stuffing that they put in it.
Info at a glance: Shabu-shabu is a Japanese type of Nabemono food in the form of very thin slices of beef dipped in a special pot of hot water on the dining table, and waved in the gravy for several times before being eaten with a sauce ( tare ) containing sesame called gomadare or ponzu . inside _ pot usually also entered vegetables , tofu , or kuzukiri . Besides slice very thin meat beef , other meat you can eaten for shabu-shabu for example meat chicken , meat lamb , fish fugu , octopus and snapper . _ Gyuushabu is designation for meat shabu-shabu cow .
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That night was a night full of smiles etched on every face of the people gathered in this tavern. In addition to the nephew and sister of the owner's wife, they also invited Mr. Takizoe.
He comes with his son, Fukube who is Yoshimura's classmate.
They greeted each other, "Fu-fukube!" exclaimed Yoshimura who greeted him first.
"Yo!" Fukube waved his hand lightly with a faint smile, he greeted the somewhat awkward Yoshimura, with his usual cool demeanor.
"Hiyaa~ I purposely brought my son here." Mr. Takizoe said to the landlord with a friendly smile.
"Eh~ it's okay, come here and eat a lot." The owner's wife replied so cheerfully while putting some food into the pot, assisted by her sister who looked exactly like her preparing a bowl.
"Oh, yeah, where's your son?" asked Mr. Takizoe to make sure the owner's son wasn't in his house because he didn't see the bridge of his nose at all.
"He ...."
As soon as Mr. Takizoe asked his whereabouts, the owner's wife suddenly put on a slightly uneasy expression. Then Yoshimura who knew it must be hard to say, finally tried to continue the conversation with another topic.
"Oh, yes, Fukube, how are you? Are you feeling a little better?" he asked in a determined tone.
"Um, yes, I have." Fukube replied while nodding slowly.
"Ah~ thank goodness." Yoshimura said with a relieved expression.
"How about you yourself? Said Iori who saw you that time was seriously injured." Fukube turned to give him a question to confirm Yoshimura's condition.
Then Yoshimura put on a brave face by raising one of his hands, "Of course you have!" he exclaimed cheerfully indicating he was fine.
"Eh~ you're great. If only I had a body as strong as you!" said Fukube with envy and praise at the same time.
"Ah~ I'm not great, it's just that at that time I couldn't bear to see other people, especially oppressed girls." Yoshimura explained while putting on his innocent smile.
"Hmm, I see." Fukube replied in his usual tone.
Then, the owner tried to answer Mr. Takizoe's question earlier, "Ah~ Acchan is out to his friend's house, and it's normal that sometimes he doesn't hesitate to stay overnight so he doesn't come home." He covered it up because his son actually ran away from home.
Inwardly Yoshimura said, "Acchan? Hmm… that's his son's nickname."
"Ahahaha~ you still call him that!" said Pak Takizoe who thought the call sounded cute.
"Well~ he didn't even protest when I called him that." said the owner with a doubtful expression.
"Hmm... someday I want to make a Fukube call with Fucchan~" said Mr. Takizoe while glancing at his son whose face still looks cute.
"Stop it dad, that sounds ridiculous!" Fukube exclaimed to his father while putting on a lazy face.
"Because cute–"
"Ah~ stop it!"
Fukube looked uncomfortable when his father meant to tease him.
"Oh yeah, Yoshimura-kun must have a short nickname from your name? I think the name is too long." he said.
"Ah~ yes, right. My mother used to call me 'Yocchan' hehehe, that's how it is." Yoshimura said in a relaxed tone.
"Hmm Yocchan, huh~ sounds cute." Mr. Takizoe said casually.
"Ah~ then I'll call him Yocchan at school, seems interesting for someone who just arrived from Tokyo." Fukube said seriously.
"Wow~ interesting! He doesn't seem to mind the call." said the owner's wife, maintaining her friendly smile. Meanwhile, his wife's sister and niece just kept quiet and listened.
Again he must hear a call that makes him have to remember his past, it is a call of affection given by his mother. However, Yoshimura felt it was okay as long as the people here didn't know who he was and they felt happy or comfortable with the call.
For Yoshimura this is a new life of joy.
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