"Hello, please give two servings of tonkotsu ran."
Lin Tian said with a polite smile.
"Understood. Would you like the large serving?"
The waitress asked.
"Yes, the large serving, please."
"Understood. Please wait a mont."
The waitress replied and operated the electronic screen.
Watching the receipt slowly erge from the machine, Gan Yanyu looked surprised.
"Lin Tian, is your Japanese really that good?"
"I’ve studied it a bit."
Lin Tian said.
In fact, he was still a bit nervous when he spoke, because although he had the knowledge, it was still his first ti applying it in practice.
Surprisingly, the communication was unexpectedly smooth.
"...Eh? Are you people of the Heavenly Dynasty?"
The waitress tore off the receipt and handed it to Lin Tian, looking at them with so surprise,
"Are you students?"
"No, we’re here for tourism."
"I am also from the Heavenly Dynasty, I am studying here as a graduate student and doing so part-ti jobs..."
The waitress exclaid happily,
"Your Japanese is too good, much more fluent than mine, I’ve lived in Tokyo for five years, if you hadn’t spoken Chinese just now, I wouldn’t have noticed at all!"
"Thank you."
Lin Tian took the receipt and said.
Afterwards, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu went to the window to pick up their ran and found a seat to sit down.
The ran cost 48 yuan a bowl, with a few slices of at laid across the soup, sprinkled near the broth were chopped scallions.
Perhaps it’s because of the exotic filter elent, it always seed very appealing.
But that was all about the appearance.
Lin Tian picked up the noodles, put them in his mouth, then picked up a spoon and tasted the soup.
How should I put it...
The noodles had a great texture, and the soup was fragrant, quite nice.
But to say that it was delicious beyond compare, worth the 48 yuan price, definitely not.
Not as good as the 9 yuan bowl of snail noodles from Guangxi.
It’s really the exotic filter.
Like pure music, leaving aside classical music, even today’s pure music, electronic music, dance music.
Foreign nas always seem a bit more upscale.
Just like Alan Walker.
This guy’s style, stage presence, if it were replaced by soone from our country, he would instantly beco the king of rustic parties, dining at the sa table as Wang Yilong.
"Slurp~"
"?"
Lin Tian turned around just as Gan Yanyu sucked a noodle into her mouth.
While Lin Tian was critiquing, Gan Yanyu had already started devouring voraciously, and in no ti, half of the bowl’s noodles were gone.
Noticing Lin Tian’s gaze, the girl suddenly turned her face to et his eyes, becoming a bit shy and covered her mouth with her hand,
"I... I was hungry."
This kind of thing doesn’t need a special explanation.
"Mr. Gan..."
Lin Tian couldn’t help but say,
"In your eyes, is there really such a thing as bad-tasting food in this world?"
"Uh...?"
Gan Yanyu stopped chopsticks in hand, raised her cheeks thoughtfully,
"Pogranate-flavored pudding?"
The girl raised her index finger, earnestly saying to Lin Tian,
"The new product I tried in a store before, so gross... unbelievably bad, I can’t believe soone can make pudding taste so terrible..."
"Okay."
So it was a cri against pudding, no wonder pogranates were blacklisted.
Having pudding queen Yanyu make such a comnt, the owner of that dessert store truly deserves to be dragged out and shot.
But, as long as it’s not heather, it’s fine.
Otherwise, Lin Tian might have more headaches.
...
After finishing their ran, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu took to the streets near Ikebukuro.
They visited Japan’s first urban high-rise aquarium "Sunshine." Yanyu surprisingly loved small animals, pointing excitedly at a seal lying lazily on the shore, asking Lin Tian if it wasn’t adorable.
Once Lin Tian nodded in agreent, she stretched lazily several tis like a seal, as if Lin Tian’s nod affird that "she was as cute as the seal."
They then visited a retro Showa Era Japanese shop, filled with a sense of scenes from yellowed old photos of last century, which Yanyu, who loves all things retro and "storied," adored.
She had Lin Tian take several photos, then reviewed them, pouting softly and fretting a bit about wearing a JK outfit, thinking how a vintage dress she usually loved would have better suited this place.
Next, following online guides, they checked off the Edogawa Rampo’s forr residence and the observation deck, overlooking Tokyo’s skyscrapers.
They were just like a real couple touring Tokyo, with Yanyu always carrying her cello, walking ahead, urging Lin Tian to hurry, and Lin Tian leisurely following behind, carefully taking in every street scene, enjoying such monts.
Lin Tian thought carefully.
Isn’t this what he always wanted?
A duo outing without any "music-related" purpose?
Even though it was for an international competition that brought them to Tokyo.
But these few work-free days, this carefree afternoon alone with Gan Yanyu,
already made him feel utterly at ease, nothing more than that.
...
"Starts at 19:00... Is it a bit early to go in now?"
Moonlight descended.
Guided by the address, Lin Tian arrived at the venue entrance, checking the electronic ticket on his phone, then the ti.
It was still half an hour before the show, but it seed they could already go in.
On the way here, they passed several livehouses, but this one was the biggest they encountered.
No wonder it’s associated with Wei Xiaoxiao, there’s really so caliber to it.
Now, the entrance was filled with a queue, and listening to their conversations... quite a few were students from the Heavenly Dynasty.
What made Lin Tian feel awkward was.
Everyone was dressed very "trendy."
The boys uniformly in athletic, rapper style with jeans, headphones, hats, all standard issue.
The girls in their jackets, generally similar, so in very short sleeves, bell-bottom trousers, exuding a vibe of the stylishly privileged.
So boys had their hair grown long, looking more like artists than Lin Tian... no, next to them, Lin Tian seed downright plain.
Lin Tian felt a bit hesitant.
As a "honest-to-goodness" high schooler, he generally suffered from a bit of trendy man phobia.
It’s not that he had any fixed stereotypical view on dressing.
Simply put... different vibes.
Feeling completely out of place.
Yanyu’s case was even more severe, subconsciously hiding behind Lin Tian.
Lin Tian thought Yanyu was scared, but the next second, she leaned close to his ear, whispering:
"Mr. Lin... we can’t play high school students next, right? What should we switch to?"
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