On the grill, the greased beef is sizzling. Although the color has not yet darkened, the attractive fragrance has spread with the steaming mist.

Pick a piece and put it in your mouth slightly. The signal from the taste buds at the tip of your tongue gradually coincides with the memory.

She didn't forget to look at Nanami Nanami. She really squinted her eyebrows and bulged her cheeks and chewed them seriously.

"This store is very good, right?" Shimizu Tsuki asked.

But she had no time to answer, so she could only stare at her eyes and nod her head vigorously in agreement.

He curled the corner of his mouth and Shimizu Tetsuki remembered something again, "I heard that Hokkaido eats more mutton."

She first swallowed the food in her mouth and poured half a glass of water before she could answer the question.

"Well, but if you really want to talk about special food, it's still..."

"Horse meat sashimi?"

"That's right!" She closed her hands in front of her, her eyes shining brightly, "Have you eaten Qingshui Sang?"

Shimizu Tetsu shook his head, "I haven't even heard of it in Kyoto."

"Hey~ That's a pity."

She picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her cheeks were bulging high, as if she was using the barbecue to recall the smell of horse meat in her hometown.

Shimizu turned her head and smiled. The other corners of the store were also noisy and happy scenes. As expected, there was nothing that could make people feel happy than food.

Looking back, Nanami was excitedly stretching her chopsticks to the grill. When she saw him looking over, she tilted her head in confusion.

Maybe now is a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, Shimizu touched the envelope prepared in her pocket and said, "That painting before... I haven't given you the purchase fee."

She blinked her eyes, as if she hadn't expected this at all, and then waved her hand after a while: "No, that painting... It's good that Qingshui Sang can like it, there's no need to give money."

"I have already said that I would rather buy it. It's better to give it to you."

Shimizu Cho repeated it, with a bit of firmness in his tone.

As if he was a little surprised at his attitude, Nanami slowly lowered her chopsticks, and the light in her pupils flashed, and she turned her head to look at the bustling Shibuya streets.

Outside, billboards of all sizes are clustered together, reflecting bright and beautiful images in the noon sunshine, making people dazzling and unable to help but indulge in it.

After a long time, Nanami looked back at him expressionlessly.

"How much does Qingshuisan plan to give?"

"Forehead…"

Shimizuki held the envelope in his pocket and couldn't speak for a long time.

Generally speaking, even if the sketches of this student-level work are equipped with the halo of Dongyi, they can only solve the problem of 500 or 1,000 yen. But for some reason, he prepared much more than usual.

However, it was an insult to say that number before she could see through her embarrassment.

The scene was stalemate, but Nanami laughed first when she saw Nanami.

"So there is no need. However, if Sakura Sang feels really sorry, you can use something else."

"Something else?"

"Well...for example...Qingamisam's new book? Can I give me one on the day of release?"

"That? You may have to wait a long time."

"Oh? How do you say it?"

Release your fingers and let the slightly wrinkled envelope fall back into your pocket. Shimizu Tetsu explained to her: "It usually takes a long time to publish a novel. Ordinary novelists first have to conceive for a long time, and then form an outline and edit discussion to get the opportunity to serialize..."

"Serialize first? Isn't it published directly after writing it?" Nanami Nishimi suddenly asked a question, looking very interested.

Shimizu Tetsu shook his head gently, "It's not necessarily true. Usually, they choose to serialize first. The publisher needs to judge whether to publish based on the popularity during the serialization period, and how many copies to print if published. Writers can also obtain stable royalties through serialization, so as not to be able to publish directly and not get much income. In short, it can be regarded as the least risky choice."

"If the response is good during the serialization period..."

"Then it will be published and sold. But the time between this... from the idea and serialization, it will take at least half a year to be released. This is still a single-line version. If the library is not sure how long it will take to wait."

After pausing, Shimizu Tetsu continued, "So, do you still want to choose this one in Qi Jiansang?"

Without hesitation, Qi saw Nanami nodded decisively, "That's good."

"The new book is still in the conception stage, so I will owe you a long time."

"Then I owe it first."

Looking at her unshakable firm gaze, Shimizu Cho smiled, took away her eyes, picked up a piece of raw beef and placed on the grill, which was considered as a default "debt" to her.

The charcoal fire in the oven became hotter, and the spice-filled meat pieces were crackling, forcing them to dodge left and right to avoid the splashing oil spots. However, the problem had been solved, and the conversation between the two was really relaxed.

Shimizu Tetsu swallowed a delicious beef tongue and heard Nanami ask casually.

"What book is Qingshuisan reading recently?"

"The Eighth Day Cicada, Kadokawa Mitsuyosan."

"Ah, the movie it adapted was just released yesterday?"

"That's right. Does Qi Jiansang have any writers he likes?"

"I really want to talk about it... Miura Shinsan? Is this one the most recommended one."

As he said that, Nanami took out the book from her bag and handed it over.

"That's it."

It was obvious that I bought the book for a while, and the pages left many traces of reading. But thanks to her careful preservation, the overall look was still neat.

After turning a few pages, Shimizu Tetsu returned the book she cherished.

"The strong wind blows."

After carefully putting it away, Nanami nodded slightly: "Well, it is considered to be Miura Shinsui's masterpiece. Have you seen Shimizu Sang?"

"No."

“Hey?”

“Not writers have read all books.”

"That's a pity," Nanami sighed with regret, but immediately raised her head and said seriously, "but this is really a strong recommendation."

Speaking of what she was interested in, her pupils flashed like the stars in the clear night sky. Shimizu Tetsu couldn't help but take a few more glances before agreeing.

After dealing with the few leftover food, she paid the meal before she could react. In front of the clerk, she just gave a subtle look and hesitated to slowly put the wallet she had taken out.

This made Kimizutsuki secretly relieved, thinking that it would be great if he could have used the compensation for exposing her predicament before.

After leaving the store, the joy brought by the food had not yet dissipated. The two returned to the station with a smile. However, when they saw the statue of Hachiko, Kiyomizu felt that the distance back seemed to be much shorter than when they came.

Unfortunately, Nanami couldn't understand his feelings and turned around at the entrance of Shibuya Station.

"Then I'll go back first. Qingshuisang, I'm really troubled you today."

"I should say this."

"Then...goodbye."

"good."

Kiyoshi Shimizu waved her hand and saw her take two steps back and was about to merge into the crowd entering the station, but stopped at the edge and walked back.

"What, have you forgotten something?"

"Yes," she nodded gently, took out the book "Strong Wind Blowing" from her bag, held it in both hands and placed it on Shimizu Tetsu's hand, "I'll lend it to Shimizu San, so you don't have to buy another one."

"That's it, thank you."

It seemed that she had let go of her worries, and her smile was relaxed, and she said with a brisk tone: "I'm really leaving now."

"Okay, be careful on the way."

She responded softly, and heard the sound of the train coming. She trotted for a few steps and finally disappeared from the crowd.

After calming down his mood, Shimizu Tetsu was about to leave, but found that the book was a little strange when it was pinched, as if it was holding something.

Put it in your hand and spread it out, and the pages of the book will naturally unfold, and you will see some change lying there, which adds up to half the meal fee.

I suddenly looked back. The train had slowly left the station and was trying hard to accelerate, and was about to gallop along the railway tracks in mid-air.

Putting the change in his hand, Shimizu Tetsu sighed helplessly.
Chapter completed!