Chapter 25: Pushing
This is an izakaya built with investment from a group of Japanese people from the naval base.
Since the cafeteria in the garrison is controlled by London and cannot be easily accessed, there are also a number of small Japanese-style cafeterias here.
The entire store occupies a space that is neither large nor small.
There was a lantern hanging outside the door with the word "Izakaya" written on it, emitting a hazy orange light.
The walls of the store are paved with dark solid wood, and above them are hanging display paintings, Japanese decorations, and special food display boards. The bright red color is quite eye-catching, and the hanging wall lamps illuminate the entire space. The warm yellow light is warm and natural, giving people a homely feeling. The small solid wood bar is in the front. There are no guests at this time, so naturally there is no reception.
At this moment, they were in a corner of the izakaya, with a tatami mat and a low table near the window, and three people were sitting around it.
After the afternoon archery practice, it was just archery practice, not a strenuous activity, only a little sweat wet my hair, I haven't showered or changed clothes yet, still wearing the Kyudo uniform. The girl with short light chestnut hair just covering her ears and picturesque eyebrows is Zuikaku.
If there were outsiders around, she would have to pay attention to her image. But if she was surrounded by her own people, there was no need to put on airs. Besides, her personality was naturally casual.
At this time, Zuikaku picked up a piece of fried shrimp tempura with chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce and put it to his mouth. Just before he put it to his mouth, he looked at the fried batter with disgust, bit off the batter with his white teeth and spit it out, leaving only a little batter wrapped around the fried shrimp, and he was satisfied.
Sitting on the left was her sister Shokaku, and sitting opposite was her friend Mutsu, one of the proprietresses of this izakaya. Zuikaku noticed that Mutsu had been staring at the window and had not moved his chopsticks for a long time, so she asked, "Mutsu, what are you looking at? Is there anything good to see?"
As she spoke, she looked outside. Isn't that what the scenery of the garrison looks like? Haven't she seen enough of it after all these years?
"The admiral is there," Mutsu replied.
In fact, Zuikaku saw it himself, without Mutsu saying anything. In the corner of the square, the admiral in plain clothes and three young ships of the naval base were standing in front of a bulletin board, looking at something.
Unlike her sister's short hair, Shokaku has long hair that falls behind her like a waterfall. When she heard that the admiral was outside, she also looked out the window curiously. As a ship girl, she cares about the admiral, and as a married ship, she cares about her husband .
Zuikaku looked at her sister's performance and teased, "If you want the admiral so badly, go out and talk to him."
Mutsu glanced at Zuikaku, rested his hands on the low table, crossed his fingers and supported his chin, and said, "Zuihe, don't you want to be admiral?"
"No." Zuikaku asked, "Do you want to?"
"Yeah, I think so." Mutsu admitted her thoughts generously. She looked out the window and said curiously, "Didn't the group say that the admiral was in Lexington? If he was in Lexington, I would have thought there was no chance. How come he appears here?" She was already somewhat tempted.
"Who knows why Lexington would let go? It's unbelievable... Anyway, we are here now... That's enough." Zuikaku looked at Mutsu, who could no longer hide his eagerness on his face. "Do you really want to talk to him?"
"Um."
"Then go ahead. If you miss it, there will be no chance anymore. Don't miss the opportunity."
"You're not going?"
"I'm not going. I don't like that guy."
As a big sister, Shokaku knew about it. His sister wore the ring all day. Today, the admiral showed up at the garrison, and she held her phone all day long, hoping to learn about the admiral's various situations at any time. She smiled and said, "I think you like it."
"I don't like it, I don't like it." Zuikaku said impatiently, picked up the chopsticks again and picked up another fried shrimp tempura, dipped it in some sauce, and put it directly into his mouth without tearing off the batter, making a "crunching" sound as if to say, I'm only interested in eating, "Whoever wants to go and talk to me can go."
"Zuihe, are you really not going? If you don't go, then I will go." Mutsu said.
"Go, go, go quickly, why are you asking me?" If Mutsu hadn't been sitting opposite her, it looked like Zuikaku wanted to push her.
"Then I'll go." Mutsu was not polite. She took off her hairpin and let down her long hair, then tied it up again. She pulled her collar to show more of her cleavage, which was something no man could refuse. She wiped her lips with her fingers, "Did you bring a makeup box? Lipstick, lip gloss? Lend it to me."
"No." Zuikaku said, "It's fine, it's fine, it's pretty enough ... You can pull the collar down a little more to show more... You might as well not wear any clothes... If you don't go, they might leave, and then it won't be your turn."
"Yeah, I'll hurry up." Mutsu finally fixed his bangs, tucked a few stray strands of hair behind his ears, raised his hand and made an "OK" sign with his fingers, "Wish me immediate success."
"I wish you success." Zuikaku said, then lowered his head and gave a bitter smile, which no one noticed.
Shokaku watched Mutsu disappear into the pub, leaving only the curtain at the door swaying. She said, "Is it really okay to let Mutsu go, Zuikaku?"
"What could possibly happen?" Ruihe held the chopsticks, shaking them back and forth, as if pointing at Jiangshan.
"But you have always liked the admiral, right?"
"I admit that I liked him in the past." Zuikaku said, "That was in the past. Look at what he is doing now... Sister, don't you like the admiral? Why don't you talk to him and let Mutsu, that bitch, do what he wants?"
"I'm different from you guys." Shokaku said, "I just need to watch the admiral from afar... bring him food when he's hungry , bring him clothes when he's cold, and if possible, prepare delicious food every day for him to get home from work. As for other things, playing together, shopping, playing games, I'm not really used to that. If we can go to the hot springs together, that's fine."
"Isn't Mrs. Shokaku a little too traditional and old-fashioned?" Zuikaku said.
Shokaku smiled and said nothing. She kept looking out the window and said, "Mutsu is gone."
"I saw it." Zuikaku picked up the sushi directly with his hands.
"They seem to be having a great time chatting," Shokaku said. "Mutsu is really good at making conversation. If it were me, I'd definitely not be as good as her."
"That bitch. " Zuikaku lowered his head, "Don't worry about her, that bitch... The food is getting cold, let's eat quickly."
"Ha, that bitch is gone, let's eat her food. When she comes back, there will be nothing left." Zuikaku looked around, "By the way, where did Nagato go today?"
Shokaku looked at his sister with a sympathetic expression.
