There is little perfection in the world, and there will be joys and sorrows in the year of your life.

The past is almost half of the luck and regrets.

How did Ren Shimada Nobunaga whisper "Tomori" and sing "Fifty years of life, like a dream and an illusion" with great sorrow, Chihara is still unmoved.

It is more important to have lunch at midday.

Qianhara, who had difficulty choosing, couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he looked at the menu in front of him. The pen in his hand repeatedly closed the cover and removed the cover.

Ordering orders in a strange small restaurant is the most troublesome thing, because everything on the menu seems to look good, but I can't taste every one of them myself. How can the shriveled wallet of the community afford this kind of Jaycee-level expense?

"Chenhara, let's go, have you finished choosing?"

Shimada Nobunaga, who had been singing for a long time and hadn't seen him call the waiter to order the order, was obviously a little angry, and his fingers hit the table with dissatisfaction, making a heavy clatter.

After all, the person in front of me had been hesitating with his pen for most of the time, but he just didn't check it out.

"I said that I'll treat you this time. Please place an order quickly. Brothers are so hungry." Nobunaga frowned again and urged.

"That's OK..."

"Since it's a close friend, I'm disrespectful." Qianyuan patted his shoulder, his face full of affection and emotion.

"It's OK, it's OK." Shimada Nobunaga smiled softly.

Chihara nodded with satisfaction, staring at the food he wanted to eat for a long time, and unconsciously sucked his saliva.

"Then let's get some caviar and get an appetizer." He picked up the menu and was about to check it out.

"How can this little bit be enough for whom? Let other guests see it and think we can't afford it!" Nobunaga's husband knocked heavily on the table, stretched his arms straight and grabbed the menu from the person opposite. "Sure enough, young people are now loose generations and can't even order food. They have to let me, the most experienced and experienced member-level user, accurately capture the tastes that every customer likes."

How can a man who claims to have eaten all over the sixth district in the center of Tokyo Metropolitan City allow such a person who only knows how to look at the price and has no taste to do anything to his wallet?

Even if I treat you today, it would be too stubborn.

Shimada Nobunaga glared at the young man who looked at him with a smile, then lowered his head to read the menu.

Qianyuan was not annoyed. Anyway, he just had to hand over the most difficult thing for him to make decisions. It can only be said that this plan was a great success.

As for whether the serving is delicious or not, it’s all for Nobunaga to take care of.

Shimada Nobunaga re-turned for a while and confirmed that someone did not choose other super expensive ingredients while he was not paying attention.

There is no problem with the menu, no trouble.

Shimada Nobunaga picked up the order next to him and glanced at him.

Um?!

"Who ordered this fried rice? I'll order fried rice when I come to this kind of restaurant. It's too unreasonable!" He frowned and said coldly.

"Hmm..."

Matsuda Zhencheng, who was still communicating with his agent line, suddenly raised his head when he heard this, and his frustrated eyes were hidden behind his forehead.

He pursed his lips, tangled his hands, and finally smiled bitterly: "I haven't been to such a restaurant yet, and I don't know how to order food, so I'm sorry."

Hum? This wave of Italian cannons hit the wrong person?

He also accidentally injured his friendly army?

"Look at what you said, I'm not accusing me, just be natural." The man's face changed immediately, and he smiled and peeled off the peanuts on the table and gave him, "I'll change it to you for others. This big and good young body will affect his nutrition and health by eating fried rice!"

"But I think fried rice is pretty good..." Matsuda murmured sincerely, poking the screen of his phone.

"Then Matsuda, you just fried rice."

It was useless to say more, Nobuna sighed.

"Who ordered the beef bowl behind this?" He knocked on the order again.

Yuma Uchida raised his hand silently.

Shimada Nobunaga secretly thanked that he asked in advance, otherwise the cannon would have accidentally injured his friendly troops if he was shot.

As a result, I asked several questions in succession, and they were all made of Matsuda and Yuma’s dishes.

There is only one "Coca-Cola" that is left, so you don't have to think about who chose it.

"Then Chihara, you haven't even chosen a single dish yet?" Nobunaga was surprised.

"It's really difficult to understand the difficulty of choosing..." The boy was worried, "I feel good when I see any of them, and I feel very hesitant. And now I feel embarrassed to stand up and take a walk around to see what others have ordered."

"Why do you want to throw a coin in this situation in the future?" Yuma Uchida interrupted, "I used to be like this. If I don't understand, throw a coin, and choose whoever goes up on the front and back."

"But the coin is just on both sides..."

According to the difficulties Mr. Qianhara usually encounters, at least he must start with a six-sided dice, and even twenty-sided dice may not be the top...

Shimada Nobunaga looked at the menu again and felt that there was nothing to add.

"Waiter, please come on," he waved.

"Hello, what do you need to order?" The part-time female college student clerk wearing an apron came over, bent over, held her small notebook, and asked with her eyes fluttering.

"Just follow the list, add three more portions of the signature pujiao eel, the signature oyster and lemon hotpot, a risotto, and finally three cans of Kirin and squeeze beer." The handsome salt-type man inadvertently showed a refreshing and bright smile.

"What about the taste of risotto?" The female clerk's eyes flashed.

Nobunaga thought for a while and emphasized: "It's best to be a pervert that Japanese people can't stand."

She asked late: "Will it be too much?"

"No, we can eat very well, it's just like this, no spicy food." Nobunaga waved his hand.

"Okay, please wait." The female clerk hesitated for a moment, but chose not to meddle in other people's business and trot away.

Seeing the female clerk walking back to the front desk, Chihara's eyes turned back to the face of the man opposite.

“Why only order three copies?”

Qianyuan suddenly asked in surprise.

Shimada Nobunaga glanced at him ruthlessly and snorted coldly: "Because I don't know someone who wants to order caviar."

"Didn't you call for a treat?"

"I only invite people, not dogs."

"Excessive-"

"You said this as if a girl. Have you ever considered the role of a male lady in the next exam?" Nobunaga said hesitantly.

"My goal is the kind of handsome and passionate battle anime. At most, there are other impure feelings for the male girl, but it would be a bit outrageous if I were asked to play such a role."

Qianhara rolled up her sleeves with a solemn expression to show him what a powerful man is.

"But I really think Chihara you are quite suitable..."

"...Damn it, just because I didn't make a fool of you, I've started to extort now? Even the character's character has started to be distorted?" He pouted and complained, "I'll send you a photo of your three-original color group to reawaken the memories of your tweet friends."

"...You said this and I don't want to invite you." Shimada Nobunaga's eyes suddenly became empty.

Didn’t I come out today just to forget that embarrassing thing?

Why does this person just take which pot doesn’t open?

It’s a pity to just mention the perverted spicy food. I should have just called it “hell spicy food”.

"Chenghara..."

"what?"

"Please raise your head."

"Um?"

Click—

Congratulations to Mr. Nobunaga for successfully obtaining a photo of a kindergarten child.

"Very good!" The handsome guy from the salt system smiled proudly, "Next, I will post this photo on Twitter and share with all the second-dimensional fellows about the real life photos of this strange voice actor."

Haha... It turns out that this guy is having this idea.

Do you think that using the same method can counter Mr. Chihara?

"Whatever, I dare to wear it so generously anyway, so I'm not afraid of you taking it." The young man whistled leisurely.

"You are so open..." Nobunaga couldn't help but remain silent.

The man hesitated for a long time, and after struggling like a life-and-death decision, he suddenly looked up at the bright light on the ceiling.

“But it really doesn’t matter?”

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the shots are not ugly. After all, when I go out, there will be no weird stylists who deliberately make things happen to create an image..." Qianyuan said indifferently.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the boy seemed to have touched the hearts of the three of them again.

Today, when we recalled the unbearable past for the second time, the three of them immediately turned blue and they leaned close to their heads and whispered, "Don't bully the young and poor", "The martyr who sacrificed heroically for the times to be the first", "The next time, it will be hot", and Qianyuan's face was filled with a pleasant smile on the dining table.

"Speak up, this is your order."

The female clerk intervened softly, and followed by a young man who looked powerful, who brought a steaming risotto, a karaoke eel with a sauce glossy under the light, and a Japanese-style oyster hotpot.
To be continued...