Little Radish

Fuyuki City Airport, evening.

After Ye Shuang and the others retrieved their checked luggage, seven or eight men in formal suits quickly approached them. The leader respectfully addressed Chen Qin and the others, "President Chen, President Ye."

"You arranged for someone to pick us up?" Ye Shuang asked Chen Qin beside him.

"Just people from the branch office. It's naturally better to have someone meet us," Chen Qin smiled.

"Yes, President Ye, we are all from the branch office." The leading man also smiled and politely reached out his hand, "Please give us your luggage."

"Mm."

Since it was already getting dark, Ye Shuang and the others decided to grab dinner first before heading back to the hotel.

"What about you guys?" Ye Shuang asked An Shiyu and her group. After all, they probably had their own things to do, right?

"I'm going home for a bit," An Shiyaya said.

"We're going to her house," An Shiyu said. After a pause, she added, "Do you want to come over as guests?"

"Is it convenient? There are so many of us."

Japanese people are very particular about a sense of boundaries. Visiting rashly is actually considered quite rude. Ye Shuang had dealt with many Japanese clients in the past, and even among close friends, they maintained a considerable sense of distance.

Because this sense of boundaries is instilled from a young age, most people learn to read the room and act according to the atmosphere.

"Then how about tomorrow? Everyone is already tired from the flight, it's not a good time to visit," Anshi Yilang said to An Shiyu at this moment.

"Oh," An Shiyu responded. She glanced at Ye Shuang, then turned to leave.

Anshi Yi, on the other hand, said to Ye Shuang, "Uncle, come over tomorrow. I'll wash Little Yu clean."

The next second, her calf was kicked.

As a result, An Shiyu stumbled a bit, clutching her foot and looking at Anshi Yi in confusion.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry just yet." Anshi Yi bent down and took out a shin guard from her knee-high socks.

An Shiyu: "..."

You predicted my move?!

"Ja." Anshi Yi waved goodbye to Ye Shuang and trotted away, closely followed by a murderous-looking An Shiyu.

Seeing the figures of the two fishes running far away, Chen Qin, who was standing next to Ye Shuang, spoke up, "Little Yi is much livelier than Little Yu."

"That's nice." Ye Shuang smiled, "Let's go."

"Mm."

After getting in the car, Tang Keke looked curiously at the scenery outside the window. "This city doesn't feel as bustling as our Haizhu."

"Not many countries can catch up with our country's infrastructure," Chen Qin smiled.

At this time, Bai Yuyou was also looking at the scenery outside the window, as if she had discovered something. "A tram."

At the traffic light, a tram printed with Hatsune Miku was slowly driving by, making Tang Keke's eyes sparkle. Obviously, for someone like Keke who loved ACG culture, this kind of scene was undoubtedly very lethal.

"It's a pity that all the trams in Haizhu have been dismantled," Tang Keke looked a bit regretful.

After all, they were too impractical. They stopped after a trial run for a period of time, and recently they were completely dismantled, even though it took several years to build them.

"I think I saw cherry blossoms too?" Ye Shuang seemed to have noticed something.

"Where?"

"We passed them," Ye Shuang smiled.

"What a pity."

"It does seem to be the season for cherry blossoms to bloom right now," Chen Qin said. "Let's go see them tomorrow."

"Yay!"

"Where are we going for dinner?" At this time, Ye Shuang asked the driver.

"President Ye, at the hotel in the city center," the driver replied.

"Hmm, why don't we find a small restaurant nearby to eat at," Ye Shuang asked Chen Qin. "Eating at the hotel always feels a bit boring."

Many delicacies only have their true flavor when eaten at local small shops.

"It's already been booked," the male driver had to say.

"Cancel it," Chen Qin said.

"Oh, okay, President Chen." Since Chen Qin had spoken up herself, the driver didn't dare to say anything more. Originally, there were a few executives from the branch office waiting at the hotel, but it looked like Chen Qin didn't intend to see them anyway.

"Let's just stop here." Ye Shuang looked around and finally noticed a street that looked like a food street.

"Okay, President Ye."

After getting out of the car, Chen Qin told the driver to go to the hotel first, saying they would take a taxi there later themselves.

"Okay, President Chen. Also, here is some cash. Mobile payments aren't as convenient here in Japan." The man handed a stack of money to Chen Qin.

"Thank you," Chen Qin nodded.

Then she turned around and distributed some of the cash in her hand to everyone. "Come, come, let's split this evenly."

Bai Yuyou looked at the money in her hand and realized she hadn't brought a wallet.

Finally, she reached into Ye Shuang's pocket and tucked the money inside.

As a result, she found that Ye Shuang's pocket was nice and warm.

Bai Yuyou simply kept her hand in Ye Shuang's pocket and squinted comfortably.

At this time, noticing this scene, Ye Shuang reached out and held Bai Yuyou's small hand in his palm.

"Wow, that's a lot of money." Tang Keke also stared blankly at the money in her hand. It's so nice to be rich, just casually handing out money for them to use.

Meanwhile, Ye Shuang looked at a signpost nearby and stroked his chin. "Hmm, Merlin Street?"

"Brother, you can read it?"

"Ah Ye knows several foreign languages," Chen Qin immediately said with a grin.

"This one isn't included among them." Ye Shuang, holding his phone for translation, just shook his head. Then he glanced at the decent crowd inside. "Let's go, let's see if there are any tasty little shops inside."

"Mm-hmm."

Holding Bai Yuyou with his right hand, his left arm linked with Chen Qin's, and followed by a large backpack, this combination attracted quite a few people's gazes. Especially since everyone in the group was highly attractive, they seemed to become the center of attention.

"Hmm, sushi, oden, ramen." Ye Shuang looked at the signs of those shops, feeling like they could eat these things by just going to a Japanese restaurant back home.

Just at this moment, Ye Shuang felt a tug on the corner of his shirt.

He originally thought it was Bai Yuyou, but when he turned his head, Ye Shuang found it was a little girl who looked about five or six years old, with twin tails, looking up at him.

"You, hello?" Ye Shuang looked at the little turnip who had suddenly appeared in front of him and greeted her.

"Hello!"

"Uh." The little girl looked like a resident of this street. Her big eyes blinked brightly, not looking like she was lost at all. However, as Ye Shuang was talking to her, he acutely sensed that quite a few merchants around were casting glances their way.

"Is there something you need?" Ye Shuang asked.

Realizing that the other party might not understand him, Ye Shuang took out his phone to translate for the little turnip.

"I can speak Chinese," the girl immediately said.

"Uh."

"I'm the manager of this street. What do you guys want to eat?"