Hero of heart The amazing son in law complete
Chapter 7381
Sun Zhidong’s plane arrived very quickly.
Not only did he arrange flights for Maria Lin, he also flew her to Aurous Hill himself.
Accompanying him were dozens of top-notch guards with impressive abilities.
Aurous Hill Airport received news from its superiors and gave the green light to Sarangshan’s Rolls-Royce, allowing the car to pass through security and customs and directly enter the airport hangar.
Maria Lin tied her long hair into a high ponytail, wore a black dress, and wore sunglasses and a mask.
The rise of AI and the proliferation of surveillance systems has made Maria Lin increasingly cautious. With the right disguise, she can avoid the risk of being caught by the combination of AI and surveillance.
The Rolls-Royce arrived under the Airbus A350, and the elderly Sun Zhidong was already waiting in front of the passenger stairs to board.
After the car stopped, he stepped forward, opened the door for Maria Lin, and said respectfully, “Miss.”
Maria Lin asked him, “Why are you here?”
Sun Zhidong bowed and said, “Miss, you’re going to Japan. I’m worried about you going alone. There are several very experienced bodyguards on the plane. They all have double identities. I’ll bring them to protect you.”
Maria Lin smiled and said, “Don’t be nervous. I’m going to Japan soon and back, so I won’t waste any time. Besides, I’m only going to one place, so there shouldn’t be any danger.”
Sun Zhidong pleaded, “Miss, you were in danger last time in Northern Europe. I’d be relieved if Mr. Wade was with you this time, but I’m worried about you going alone. Don’t worry. Once we get off the plane, the others and I will disappear from your sight and won’t affect you.”
At this time, Old Man Parker also came over and said respectfully, “Miss, please let Old Man Sun accompany you. Otherwise, Old Slave and Old Man Qiu will be worried if we stay in Aurous Hill.”
Maria Lin pursed her lips, then nodded and said, “Then, let’s follow Old Man Sun’s arrangements.”
After saying that, he turned to Lao Parker and warned him, “If Mr. Wade comes to visit, just tell him I’m away because I have school business. But he might not come, so keep that in mind just in case.”
Lao Parker immediately said, “I obey your orders.”
Maria Lin nodded and led the way up the stairs. Without looking back, she waved back and said, “Mr. Sun, you’re not very agile on your feet, so I’ll go up first so you don’t have to worry.”
While speaking, he jogged towards the plane.
Sun Zhidong, Lao Parker and Sarangshan looked at each other, and all three smiled without saying anything.
The woman has been like this for decades.
When he is serious, he is more assertive and more serious than anyone in the world.
But when she is relaxed, she acts childish like other girls of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Half an hour later, the plane was wheeled out of the hangar and taxied to the end of the runway. Its twin engines roared, propelling the plane skyward.
On the plane, all accompanying personnel were in the rear cabin. Maria Lin was the only one in the tens of square meters of front cabin. Even Sun Zhidong didn’t dare disturb her and went to the rear cabin alone.
The flight from Aurous Hill to Osaka didn’t take long. Two and a half hours later, the plane landed at Osaka’s Kansai Airport.
The sinking airport had no idea it was welcoming the oldest passenger in its history.
It was 6:30 a.m. Tokyo time, and the sun was just rising from the eastern horizon.
Maria Lin managed to enter the country through customs using a very common Chinese name, Wang Jing.
After arriving in Japan, Maria Lin didn’t rush to catch the train to Kyoto. Instead, she bought herself a backpack featuring the popular cartoon character Coolome, some cute trinkets, and rubber bands at the airport shop. She also tied her high ponytail into two ponytails before leaving the airport.
After that, she came to the station and bought a train ticket from Osaka to Kyoto with a Kansai accent without any accent, while Sun Zhidong and others secretly protected Maria Lin.
There are many benefits to living a long life. Not only do you get to visit many places and experience diverse customs and cultures, but you also get to master many languages.
Moreover, because Maria Lin had lived in Japan for a long time during the Meiji Restoration, her Japanese was not only very fluent, but also much more fluent than most Japanese.
In other words, he is like a foreigner who is not only fluent in Mandarin and various local dialects, but also fluent in reading Chinese poetry and books, and has in-depth research on ancient China and classical China.
Besides, East Asians look almost the same, so in Japan, it’s like a drop of water blending into the sea, leaving no trace at all.
When Maria Lin arrived in Kyoto, it was already 8:40 am.
Kyoto is a city with a relatively slow pace of life. Despite its early modernization, its traditional architecture remains remarkably well-preserved. Therefore, it boasts not only numerous ancient temples but also numerous historic houses, such as the Ito family mansion.
Unlike Tokyo, which is filled with the newly rich, Kyoto is home to many established wealthy individuals with deep connections and roots in Japan. Kyoto is arguably a haven for crouching dragons and crouching tigers.
Maria Lin did not immediately rush to Kinkakuji Temple, but first wandered around the alleys of Kyoto’s old city towards Kinkakuji Temple.
After walking around and feeling hungry, he wanted to find a restaurant for breakfast. He happened to see a shop called “Miss Saito’s Yudofu Shop,” with a sign that indicated it was a century old. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, then he entered the shop alone and sat down.
Yudofu is a traditional Kyoto dish. The ingredients are simple: soft tofu, seaweed, and bonito flakes, cooked with seasonings like soy sauce or miso.
However, this shop is different from the others.
This shop’s signature dish is not traditional Kyoto yudofu, but Pu’er matsutake yudofu.
The shop is small and run by an elderly couple. A sign on the wall indicates that it was first established in 1897.
When Maria Lin entered the shop, the male owner greeted her warmly: “Please sit wherever you like. The menu is on the table. Call me anytime if you need to order.”
Maria Lin nodded, then found a corner to sit down, glanced at the menu, then pointed to the most eye-catching dish at the top, “Pu’er Matsutake Tofu Soup”, and said, “I’ll have a bowl of this signature dish, thank you.”
“Okay, wait a minute!” The male owner bowed and went to the kitchen to cook.
Not long after, a bowl of simple tofu soup was served to Maria Lin.
The soup is fresh yet rich in flavor, a wonderful blend of tea and matsutake aromas.
Maria Lin took off her mask and took a sip of the hot soup. A satisfied smile immediately spread across her face, and she said softly, “It tastes really good.”
The male shop owner wiped his hands with a towel as he introduced his shop with both attention and pride. “There are many yudofu shops in Kyoto, but we are the only one that makes yudofu matsutake Pu’er. We perfected traditional Kyoto yudofu in 1899.”
Maria Lin looked like a very naive Japanese girl, and exclaimed, “Oh, this country… it turns out it has such a long history.”
The male shop owner said with a smile, “No, no, in Kyoto, shops that are over a hundred years old aren’t that old. There’s a shop here that’s four hundred years old.”
Maria Lin nodded and deliberately asked him, “If I’m not mistaken, Pu’er tea should be a Chinese specialty, right? Why did your great-grandfather use this raw material?”
The male shop owner’s expression immediately turned to one of admiration, and he said, “In 1899, my great-grandfather’s yudofu shop had only been open for two years, but because the competition at that time was too fierce, his business did not do well and he was on the verge of bankruptcy.”
“At that time, he and his wife, along with their three children, sold yudofu in front of the shop on snowy days. They lived in extreme poverty.”
“At that time, a certain Miss Saito, who had traveled to China, lived in downtown Kyoto. Miss Saito owned a large and beautiful house in downtown Kyoto, and she adopted many orphans there.”
“Miss Saito was beautiful and kind. Seeing that her yudofu shop was always empty, she specifically asked my great-grandfather to deliver 50 servings of yudofu to the house every day so that my ancestors could provide for their family.”
“Later, Miss Saito gave him Pu’er tea leaves and dried matsutake mushrooms she had brought back from her travels in China, and asked him to improve her recipe. That’s how this unique Pu’er matsutake yudofu was born.”
At this point, the male shop owner’s eyes welled up with tears as he sighed, “My great-grandfather always said that Miss Saito was the benefactor of our Sugi family. If it weren’t for her, he, his wife, and their three children might not have survived that winter.”
“Later, Miss Saito left Kyoto and never returned, so she changed the name of her shop from Sugimu Yudofu Shop to Miss Saito Yudofu Shop.”
Maria Lin looked surprised, but her thoughts drifted back to the streets of Kyoto over a hundred years ago.
At that time, the snow in Kyoto was much thicker and colder than it is today. He was riding in a palanquin through Kyoto’s old town when he saw a poor family of five selling tofu soup on the street in the snow.
Seeing the three children shivering from the cold, with chilblains on their hands, faces and ears, he couldn’t stand it any longer, so he asked the landlord to deliver fifty portions of tofu soup to their house the next morning.
The man thanked me and sent me a generous portion of tofu soup with solid ingredients. While it wasn’t particularly delicious, it showed that he had put a lot of thought into it.
So, Maria Lin asked him to deliver another fifty portions the next day, and this continued for ten days.
Maria Lin found that the quality of the tofu soup she delivered every day did not decrease at all, but due to the income and profits she earned, she gradually added more expensive ingredients.
In the past ten days, Maria Lin, who was not used to her tofu soup, tried adding a little Pu’er tea leaves and dried matsutake mushrooms to the tofu soup for secondary processing.
After several trials, he found the most suitable recipe, which greatly improved the taste of his tofu soup.
Thinking the shop owner was a good person, Maria Lin passed on the recipes she had created in her spare time to him.
Unexpectedly, this shop has remained open from the past until now, even the recipe has hardly changed.
What she didn’t expect was that the name of her shop would be changed to Miss Saito.
Saito Asako is a pseudonym used by Maria Lin while she lived in Kyoto.
Tasting the tofu soup in her bowl, which tasted almost the same as the one she had eaten back then, Maria Lin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, “Time flies so fast, year after year. Come to think of it, it’s been over a hundred years since I left Kyoto…”