The day passed very happily.
When he coldly rejected a bunch of Japanese women, the straight man in Luke's heart felt like it was about to explode.
That was exactly the feeling he wanted! In a world where looks mattered, a man who was more good-looking than most women just happened to appear. That kind of drama was quite interesting.
But he didn't take pleasure in toying with them, and simply rejected them.
But looking at the different expressions of rejection, it was like he was participating in an ukiyo-e.
This situation continued into the night, when he sat on a chair in a small park and ate the food he had packed.
Ever since the capacity of Space 2 had skyrocketed, he had chosen to put a lot of hot food in this space.
There was an incubator and a microwave in Space 2 to heat up the food.
As for cold food, he still put it in Space 1. The food that he had put in for experiments at the beginning hadn't gone bad yet, and was truly the best warehouse equipment.
After finishing the crispy seafood tempura, he put the leftovers back into the bag beside him and took out a portion of eel rice from the bag.
Just as he was picking up a piece of maroon fish with his chopsticks, a hand stretched out in front of him.
Several ten-thousand-dollar bills were in that hand, and Yukichi Fukuzawa on the bills was staring at him with dead fish eyes.
Luke calmly raised his head and looked at the young woman in a thick coat and a white dress. "What's up?"
The girl in the white dress avoided his gaze. "Well, well, I just wanted to help you …"
Luke frowned. "Huh?"
The girl in the white dress instantly understood what he meant and hurriedly bowed. "I'm sorry. I just, I just saw that you were still sitting here at night, and thought that you might not have a place to stay."
Luke lowered his head and looked at what he was wearing. He couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking at all.
Ah Fu's DIY cape, no, windbreaker, had cost half a million dollars in raw materials.
How could this girl smell poverty on him? Who gave her the courage to do something good?
But looking at the dead fish eyes on the bills, he realized that it was Yukichi Fukuzawa who had given this young lady the courage.
That's right, this was definitely a young lady.
With a casual scan, Luke found Burberry handbags and scarves, Tiffany earrings, and Gucci watches on her.
Skirts, clothes, and shoes without brands seemed to be handmade by "specialized tailors." Those with brands were all luxury goods.
What's more, she was able to take out tens of thousands of yen to help the "tramp" on the side of the road. If she wasn't a missy, what else could she be?
A ten-thousand-yen note was similar to a hundred dollars in the United States.
If they were in America, Luke would've thought that this young lady was here to buy weed from him.
Luke occasionally gave that much money to someone, but it was usually to special talents like Bell.
The homeless man was generous enough to pay five or ten yuan.
He nodded slightly, "Thank you, but I don't need your help."
The girl in the white dress softly said, "But you …"
Luke couldn't be bothered with her. He unhurriedly put the eel into his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and savored it carefully. He basically approved of the restaurant's culinary skills.
The meat was not expensive, but the quality was not bad. There was no shoddy quality.
The sauce was rather sweet and wasn't his favorite flavor, but with Selina and Gold Nugget around, he could eat some of this sweet fish.
Most importantly, the fish and the cooking weren't bad, and this roadside stall wasn't expensive.
It could be said that the stall owner had done the best he could at this price.
The girl in the white dress didn't know what to do with the money in her outstretched hand. Shouldn't he say something to her?
Luke swallowed the fish in his mouth and pointed at the bill with his chopsticks. "Take it back. If you have any extra kindness, you can give it to someone else. "
After that, he focused on the eel rice in front of him again.
After coming to Japan, he had to learn some dishes.
As a Chinese in his previous life, Luke's greatest impression of food was that there were always surprises hidden in small restaurants, even if some of them didn't even have names.
That was because most famous restaurants paid more attention to quality control and tried to ensure that the quality of the food was within a reasonable range.
It was worth it to lose a large portion of his "deliciousness limit."
Thus, Luke wasn't interested in any of the top restaurants in America.
It was mainly because the Japanese were taking advantage of the American spendthrifts. For example, the God of Sushi was a classic example of "Eat whatever I cook, or get lost."
Thus, he never went to a Japanese restaurant.
Small restaurants were different.
The chef was in a good mood today, and the customers were enjoying their food.
If the chef's wife hit him the next day, the customers might think that the price of salt had plummeted and that the food was too salty.
In comparison, most of the stalls in Tokyo had a good attitude. At the very least, they would serve whatever he ordered.
Watching him eat unhurriedly for a moment, the girl in the white dress finally came back to her senses.
She now knew very well that she had made a mistake.
The way Luke was eating was enough to show that he had a pretty good financial situation.
Ordinary Americans wouldn't be so calm and collected, and rarely would they hold chopsticks in such an "authentic" manner.
Looking at his clothes, she couldn't see the logo, but the materials were first-class, and had probably been custom-made.
Such a person wouldn't be reduced to hiding in a small park to eat, right? It was still drizzling today.
But he was carrying the food in an old non-woven bag that still had traces of mending.
Therefore, when she accidentally saw him eating alone, she subconsciously thought that he was … someone who had met with difficulties.
Luke didn't know that.
The bag was for the stall owner's own use. Seeing that he had packed too much, he had used the "insurance" on his glove.
The bag was a little old, but it was clean. Also, he had used this kind of bag a lot in his previous life, so he wasn't unaccustomed to it.
For a moment, Luke tasted the stall owner's cooking, and the girl in the white dress stood in front of him and watched him eat. The air suddenly fell silent.
He didn't seem to be moving fast, but he finished the eel rice in less than two minutes. Then, he picked out another set of oden from the bag.
He took a few bites, but didn't think it tasted good, and was about to switch to another set.
Suddenly, he looked at the girl in the white dress. "Do you want some?"
The girl in the white dress was at a loss.
She had been swallowing just now, not because she was hungry, but because he was enjoying the food too much. It definitely wasn't because he was a feast for the eyes.
Luke nodded and gave her the box of oden. "You're a good person. You can have this."
The oden was skewered with wooden sticks, and they could be eaten one by one, so that they wouldn't be treated to his saliva.
But whether or not it was appropriate in Japan, he couldn't be bothered.
The main thing was that he didn't like it, and this "kind lady" was swallowing again. So, he might as well give it to her as a "gift."
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