Udon is the main body

"Asakawa-san, you are the only one left."

At the hostel door.

Mafuyu looked at Naoki with a serious expression.

There were no hotels around the forest school, and everyone had to stay in the school's dormitories.

There are three people in one hostel, that's enough. Unfortunately someone in class didn't come. The small group naturally lived together, so Naoki was the last one.

"Do you live alone or with the teacher?"

Mafuyu asked.

Naoki looked at her in surprise: "With you…"

Before those words were finished, Mafuyu frowned and used the [Death Eye] skill.

"With Sato sensei." Mafuyu's face was blurry, and she bit her lower lip tightly, "Don't think too much!"

Female teachers and male students living in the dorms?

Such a thing is impossible!

"Please forgive me." Naoki apologized, and then simply said, "I chose to live alone."

When one has clean and free ears, an idiot will stay with a male teacher.

"Then say that." Mafuyu nodded lightly, turned and left, her hair gently fluttering in the wind, "Put away your things, then come to the cafeteria to eat."

"Understood."

...

Naoki entered the room, checked the dormitory, and nodded in satisfaction. The rooms are not big, but enough for one person, and there is a separate bathroom and toilet.

As for living alone and being lonely and miserable… that kind of thing was completely out of Naoki's consideration.

Putting down his school bag, Naoki walked to the bathroom, got some water and washed his face, then turned to leave, and walked towards the cafeteria behind the three or five classmates.

Everyone in the second grade came to participate in the forest school there were more than 100 people, Naoki walked to the cafeteria and looked around.

Naoki bought a bowl of fried chicken rice, walked to the corner with a plate and sat down. While eating, Ogata suddenly came.

"Asakawa-san, good afternoon."

Ogata sat across from Naoki.

"Ogata, why are you sitting here?" Sekijou followed, and hastily said, "Let's change seats."

"Why change seats?"

Ogata said confused.

"That…" Sekijou lowered his voice, "Would it be a misunderstanding to sit down and have lunch with a boy?"

"Who misunderstood?" Ogata looked confused, "What's the misunderstanding?"

Sekijou opened his lips, and then she remembered that Ogata had a low EQ. Although she is a genius at science, she knows nothing about emotions, and she often asks some strange questions.

Sighing softly, Sekijou sat beside Ogata, like an ancient bodyguard, guarding Ogata's side every step of the way:

"No way, then just force it and let the three of you eat together."

Naoki ate a piece of fried chicken and said slowly, "If Sekiya-san feels wronged…"

"I told you, this is Sekijou!" Sekijou couldn't help but complain, "You call my name wrong every time, are you a goldfish with a memory of only seven seconds!"

"You are wrong." Naoki's expression was serious, "Scientific research has shown that goldfish have a memory of at least 15 minutes."

"Then you remember my name!"

"Understood, Sekiya-san."

"Damn it!" Sekijou slapped the table, flipping the table, "I'm mad!"

"Sekijou-san." Ogata's voice sounded, "Let's eat."

Hearing Ogata's voice, Sekijou was like a cat sucking catnip, his anger level instantly dissipated.

"Ittadakimasu."

Naoki looked at the food in front of Ogata, and was a little speechless: "Why did you buy udon noodles?"

You carry 20 people of udon noodles in your school bag, you eat udon every day at home. When you go to school in the forest, you even order udon noodles, you love udon too much!

"It's fox udon." Ogata broke the bamboo chopsticks, took the udon noodle chopsticks, and blew lightly, "I wonder what udon noodles taste like in jungle school, my father said cooking food is never complete wherever you go, you have to learn from other people's strengths and cover up weaknesses Yourself."

Sekijou was clearly staring at Ogata, but the expression on his face was like that of an elementary school student looking at his teacher with admiration and admiration: "Ogata has great skills."

Craftsmanship is not a derogatory term in Japan, but a highly praised term. Persistence in doing only one thing in one's life and taking one thing to the extreme is victory.

There are countless old shops in Japan that have been inherited for a hundred years, and there are also many thousands of years old shops, which are very different from China.

For example, the Ogata family's udon noodle restaurant is a decades-old restaurant handed down from Grandpa Ogata's generation, only to be talked about by people who don't think ahead and have no prospects.

"Not good." Ogata took a sip of udon noodles, his slender brows furrowed slightly, "The noodles are soft, the soup base is not strong enough, and there is too much salt."

After a pause, Ogata gave his final evaluation as the young owner of a udon noodle restaurant: "Poor evaluation."

Sekijou: "..."

"It." Sekijou said subtly, "Maybe it's because we suddenly have so many people that the chef is too busy."

Jungle school udon noodles may not be great, but you can't give a bad review outright. If it's a traditional French chef, it will kill itself in minutes!

Naoki pointed at the plate in front of him: "Eat a piece of fried chicken."

Sekijou pouted, "Even Ogata wouldn't eat you in a place like this…"

Before he could finish speaking, Ogata had already picked up his chopsticks and was holding a piece of fried chicken.

"This is really delicious!"

Sekijou hastily looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to the scene just now, and then he felt relieved, and rebuked bitterly:

"Ogata, women should be quieter and not eat anything than men."

Cannibalism is petty and soft-hearted, if other people add sleeping pills to your diet, you will regret it.

"Unusual." Ogata took a bite of the fried chicken. "I can't eat other men's food, but Asakawa-san is different."

"Hah?" Sekijou was taken aback, "What difference does it make?"

Ogata tilted his head: "…I don't know."

Sekijou's eyes widened, looked at Naoki, and tried to use his eyes to get Naoki to admit his mistake.

"Sekiya-san." Naoki didn't change his expression, "Eat a piece of fried chicken."

"This is Sekijou!"

Sekijou stretched out his bamboo chopsticks angrily, took a piece of fried chicken from Naoki's dinner plate, and bit it with one bite, "If you accidentally say the wrong name, I'll eat all of your fried chicken!"