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THE SEASON 4 Part 57. Picky Eater Princess 2's

"Foccac." Sayuri snatched and grimaced widely. I want to laugh at what he chose.

"What is foccacia? Which one?" Sayuri deliberately gave him plain bread because there was nothing she seemed to like.

"Ohh it's plain spice bread, it's actually an opening menu along with a few other items. If you don't want cheese, you may like Bucatini All' Amatriciana (spicy pasta sauce amatriciana, a sauce consisting of tomatoes, red pepper and guanciale), we can eliminate cheese in our Bolognese pasta."

"I don't want pasta." Waiter tangent, he doesn't want pasta and cheese. For God's sake, this is an Italian restaurant! I sighed looking at Sayuri, the picky girl once.

"Pizza maybe? We have a personal pizza, you don't want cheese on pizza?" The servant was confused again. Oh, my God, I won't see you tomorrow either. He was suitable to be given plain bread just like Sayuri said. "This is it, there is a new fusion menu, pizza with tomato sauce and Kyoto mackerel fish." Finally the waiter found a menu that was suitable for this "picky eater" lady. Bringing him here was a disaster.

"Oh well that's it." A very strange choice, pizza with mackerel fish.

"Pizza with mackerel. Well that's a very healthy choice Brother Yumi." Sayuri grimaced widely.

"I hope it's delicious, because it's Japanese Italian fusion." He's still unconsciously quipped as it turns out.

"So, you like any food Kak Yumi, Korean maybe or Thai."

"See, I've tried, but I'm still not used to it. Some feel foreign, some don't fit. I don't like new food." He is not very suitable for a walk. Maybe he'll buy instant ramen if he goes abroad.

'You're right if there's your Brother Shiori here our dinner will be much better. This lady is very picky. Make people upset.' I sent a message to Sayuri.

'Just leave him with his mackerel salad and pizza.' Sayuri replied to me by including a big smile emoticon.

"So, maybe next time we can have dinner with Brother Shiori, I'd like to meet up with your close friends." He was still hot and trying to pry who Shiori was. "Who's his surname, is he from a famous family in Tokyo or is he your study guide. You call him Brother? Which university is he graduating from? Maybe the same with the big brother in Kyoto. If not the guidance counselor from Tokyo or Kyoto do not accept. You can find a better one." Maybe I better let Sayuri fight with her. Since he was unable to be pushed, unable to be insinuated, if he fought with Sayuri, he knew the chance of why I was impossible.

"He's not my guide. My top mentor was a Harvard graduate, because of my purpose in getting there. My SAT and TOEFL tests, not Japanese university tests."

"Ohh not your mentor, I think he's some kind of personal mentor of yours. So this Shiori must be some kind of artist."

"Not your business at all**." Sayuri replied with a smile. This time I let Sayuri. She was shocked to hear Sayuri's words.

** It's none of your business.

"What if she's not a good woman. Brother only cares about you."

"We even hang out with gangsters. They're all human beings, even gangsters, masseurs make a living for their families. The good of others is not your right to judge if you don't know them." I answer it now. Dinner is now an idealistic debate.

"What a good masseuse, gangster, obviously their profession isn't good, you're proud to have a relationship with them."

"Yes, they didn't bother me and helped me. I'm not bothered with them. The Yakuza in Japan were originally born out of the intention of helping others. Yakuza in puja."

"I don't understand at all."

"What I say for your own good. If you're disturbed I'm sorry." For our good, come on, it's for your own good. Don't make me laugh.

"Thank you for your good intentions, I guess."

"Ohhh our food has come. I'm hungry, pasta-pasta. Brother, you want me to split pasta?" I knew Sayuri was only teasing him, after all a proud girl like her would not give up her idealism.

"Not me with my salad. Thank you." Thank you."

In retrospect Shiori also had some idealism, but to go inside her, if she saw that someone was no match, she would immediately leave. Not like this one, he used a lot of energy to organize others to fit in with himself and follow him.

"Papa as usual we're swicth, I want you too." If with Shiori, we would share with each other, order more types of menus, try them out one by one. Dinner is never boring even in a new restaurant . Now I realize we're like family.

"We usually order one more kind of pasta." I remembered what Shiori ordered here. Oh my God, I can remember that. Sayuri smiled at me.

"Later we can come back, Papa."

"Yes we can come here again."

It has been these two days that they are interrupting Father Yuna Aize's business, to the point where I can force them to give up I'm curious.

"When are you back in Kyoto?" I can't wait for him to leave the house. If I think now I don't need to avoid it, there's no need to look for busyness. I'll tell you straight away I won't accompany her, if you want to accompany her anyway, but not with me.

"Hm ... Tues. Your mother also came back with us."

"Ohh so."

"Where's the weekend? Want to see Hanami?"

"I depend on Mom where she's going, Sayuri and I will accompany her.

"Chidorigafuchi and Kitanomaru will be good, there's late blooming sakura." It seems he planned it. But it's the same that he won't get anything.

"It's up to my mom. I just follow him." Responding to it uninspired. Let him be enthusiastic himself. On Tuesday he left.

I chatted more with Sayuri then, blatantly not responding to her. The night passed, at least we were full.

If the picky-meat princess only ate weird salads and pizzas, that was her own problem.

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