I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Iori Miko immediately showed a distressed look again.

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

Sleepyhead whispered: I am really convinced. You blame everything on me, right? You don't even look at your Bijinja Shrine. How can I get in? It is obviously you who want to sleep!

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

Iori Miko said, her mouth slightly opened, and she yawned with her little hand covering her mouth.

She first handed the lacquerware food box on her knees to Higashino Yu, then picked up her little crutches from the side, stood up calmly, and patted her little skirt.

Higashino Yu took the food box and was stunned for a second. After just one look, he subconsciously felt that this thing was not cheap.

This is a rectangular food box, not big, with a bottom only half the size of an ordinary cookie iron box, divided into two layers, the surface is black and has a metallic luster, and a landscape painting is painted on it with the technique of gilding.

This technique is called Maki-e in the island country. It originated from Shenzhou and is a craft that has been passed down for thousands of years. Generally speaking, only wealthy families can afford furniture here.

Open the door? !

Dongye Yu glanced at it, holding the handle with his right hand and holding the bottom of the food box with his left hand. He couldn't afford to pay for it if it fell.

"What is this?"

"My grandma made fried tofu and asked me to send some to Dongye Nissan, saying that she was thanking Dongye Nissan for sending me home last night."

So your grandma asked you to send some fried tofu, but you kept sitting here waiting until she sent it to me?

This girl is a bit stubborn.

Dongye Yu smiled helplessly, but still thanked her seriously and opened the door: "Come in first, it's cold in spring, Miko, you are not in good health, it will be very uncomfortable to catch a cold."

Since the gratitude system was established, Dongye Yu has never refused other people's kindness. With gratitude rewards, who would think that he might have one more benefactor?

The two entered the house, and Dongye Yu did not close the door, and the door was open.

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

Moreover, the spring in Tokyo has begun to feel hot. Now it has just rained, and the temperature is just cool but not cold.

Entering the entrance, Iori Miko sat on the floor, put her crutches aside, took off her small leather shoes, and revealed her little feet wearing lace white socks.

Higashino Yu stood by and waited for her to take off her shoes, and handed the crutches back to her.

"Thank you, Higashino Nissan."

Iori Miko thanked her, and sat down at the small table with crutches, and her clear eyes full of spiritual energy looked at every corner of the room curiously.

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

She probably still missed the bird.

Higashino Yu thought to herself, walked over and sat between Miko and Xiuji's nest, and her tall figure immediately blocked her sight.

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

After observing the room for a while, she didn't find anything, and her eyes began to become hazy, as if she was in a daze, or thinking about something.

Higashino Yu put the food box on the small square table and opened the lid.

There was indeed a plate of fried tofu inside, which was fried with block-shaped Chiba tofu. The skin was golden and crispy with a little oil, and it was dotted with small pieces of green onion, which looked very tempting.

But probably because 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 doesn't make people feel bad, but it can't arouse too much appetite from the sense of smell.

"I'm starting!"

As a wild fox, Higashino Yu was not picky. He picked up the chopsticks in the food box, picked up a piece of tofu and stuffed it into his mouth.

His eyes suddenly widened. What is this? !

The rich soup instantly filled his mouth. The salty and mellow gravy mixed with the refreshing and delicious fried tofu made his taste buds feel like they were in heaven. The fragrant chopped green onions were the finishing touch, neutralizing the greasy feeling of the gravy and oil, and the fragrance permeated the tip of his tongue!

While eating, the bgm of Little Chef echoed in his mind unconsciously.

I remember that I didn't seem to like tofu so much in my previous life.

Is fried tofu a dish for Fox Special Attack?

Dong Yeyu picked up the fried tofu and showed Jerry's expression of observing bubble gum. This fried tofu has something. Even if it is cold, its flavor is still quite good.

He couldn't help but stuff it into his mouth again, picking up several pieces in a row until his cheeks bulged slightly.

In his previous life, he was from a small county town family. 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 attention.

Iori Miko probably hasn't seen people eating like this. Looking at Dong Yeyu who was eating voraciously, he was stunned for a second and handed over a handkerchief embroidered with cherry blossoms.

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

"Haoci!"

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

Dongye Yu was eating happily, and he picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it to Iori Miko's mouth.

Then he suddenly realized that this pair of chopsticks was used by him, and Miko was not a little sister in the orphanage. Such behavior was indeed a bit abrupt.

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

But before Dongye Yu took back the chopsticks, Iori Miko naturally opened her mouth, gently held the tofu, stretched out her delicate and slender little hand to push it, and put it into her mouth.

But after just a few bites, Dai Mei frowned slightly.

"It's already cold."

She said softly after eating the fried tofu.

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

Higashino Yu quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, looked at Iori Miko's confused and confused face, and explained seriously.

"The fried tofu is delicious when it's hot, and it has a special flavor when it's cold. Remember, every grain of food on the plate is hard work. We can't waste food, Miko."

I've been busy all day and haven't eaten dinner yet. What did you take away from me?

As a high-end Western restaurant, Xiaolin Duke's Residence is different from ordinary fast food restaurants. The waiters basically do not receive food employee benefits.

In addition, I was busy punishing gangsters and eradicating evil when I got off work, so I didn’t have time to take the remaining discounted lunch boxes at home to a nearby convenience store and let the clerk heat them up.

I had originally decided to come back and eat some of the cold discounted bento boxes I bought earlier, but now there are better options.

"Is the meal on the plate a Japanese song or a haiku (pai, two tones)?"

Iori Miko murmured in a low voice and scratched her little head, not remembering that she had ever learned it.

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