Chapter 439

The two did not have the means to say more, the confidentiality of the paper door is basically zero, this is by the Japanese school Sakai teacher personally popularized, she said that in Japan’s brothels *, the paper barrier, that is, the paper door, in fact, is equivalent to a layer of cloth curtains, blocking is able to block the line of sight, but it is not possible to block the sound, so no matter what the people around them are doing, can hear everything.

So why is it that no matter whether it is the ordinary people of Japan, or high-ranking officials and aristocrats, are accustomed to using paper barriers.

For one thing, it was cheap – cheap!

Secondly, it is to prevent assassination. In Japan, assassination is really costless.

It’s easiest to call all the people to come to your rescue by shouting when you’re going down.

Then, because the walls are very low, it is very easy to break into the house and climb over the wall, and in Japan, the ronin can be easily bought, the house is made of paper barriers and tatami mats with floor boards, the sound of the feet will be more obvious, and even if the person is light, there will be a sound, so that the person can be detected better. Lastly, the doors and windows of the house were too strong, and very unfavorable for the master to escape.

Of course, fires were also easier.

Zhu Yuyan also went to Mr. Sakai’s room to experience the paper barrier, she and her female classmates changed kimono behind the paper barrier, the sound outside the paper barrier could be heard clearly, there was no soundproofing at all.

So they didn’t make any sound at all when they changed clothes, and they couldn’t help but become very quiet.

She really thought the Japanese paper barriers were perverted.

Now that she and Ms. Kim were on one side of the paper barrier, the breathing of Osamu could be heard clearly on the other side, which made the two of them even more afraid to make any movements when they talked.

She wondered what the file was that Ms. Kim was talking about.

And she might be wrong about “files”.

Perhaps she meant “paper files”?

But it was certainly not a simple thing for her to mention.

With this incident as an interruption, she briefly forgot about Su Chunjun’s situation.

Now she could only take one step at a time.

Zhu Yuyan accompanied Miss Jin, and the two of them acted together.

Little Yamamoto seemed to be sleeping all the time, he would call Miss Jin over when he wanted to pee, and Miss Jin would pull the paper door shut to keep her from looking.

Zhu Yuyan didn’t want to look either, it was disgusting no matter how she thought about it.

After that, she accompanied Miss Jin to sort out the clothes, there was her kimono, and the men’s kimono, see the sorting was not only for Koyasumoto, but also for Oyasumoto.

The Chinese maids who had been hired were not allowed in, and had to probe outside the door for things, and they were probably asked not to talk over here. When Ms. Kim saw them probing outside the door, she would go out, and the Chinese maids would whisper to her.

It wasn’t anything important.

For the first time, the Chinese maids brought in cleaned and dried clothes.

Miss King had to iron them flat and put them away.

The second time, the Chinese maids brought snacks and soup.

Miss Kim put the snacks on the table and asked her to eat them first, while she carried the other one to the other side of the table for Little Yamamoto to eat.

The third time, the Chinese maids came over to ask about the dishes for dinner, and Miss Jin went in first to ask what Little Yamamoto would like to eat, and then came out to ask her what she would like to eat.

Zhu Yuyan thought about it and thought Miss Jin might prefer a western style meal, so she said she wanted steak, fries and cream cake.

At six o’clock in the evening, when the sky was still bright, dinner at the Yamamoto house began.

It was still Zhu Yuyan who ate first, and Miss Jin went to serve Little Yamamoto, and both she and Little Yamamoto ate the traditional Japanese staples: miso and tofu soup, rice, a portion of pickled eggplant, and half a fish, supposedly a section of the belly of the fish, it was impossible to tell what kind of fish it was, and the fish was very thin, half the size of the palm of a hand.

In comparison, in front of Zhu Yuyan was a steak cut into cubes, a large French fries, should be called potato cubes, actually not fried, but boiled, dyed in a sauce color – Zhu Yuyan: “????”

Cream Cake this was no problem, it was a piece of cake with a layer of cream on top.

Zhu Yuyan: “……”

She looks at the normal looking steak again, with a spoon – there’s definitely no knife, fork, or chopsticks, just a short spoon.

She eats a piece.

Beef roasted in soy sauce.

Taken out and cut into chunks after it was broiled.

This chef – doesn’t know how to make it.

He knew a little, but only the general shape, but not the flavor, much less the method.

Given Yamamoto’s position, would he hire a chef who couldn’t make a steak cake?

Definitely not.

Then this chef is new.

Miss Kim’s untouched Japanese dinner looked normal.

This is a cook who was brought in on short notice and only knows how to cook Japanese rice.

The odds are it’s a Japanese.

It does seem that the Yamamoto family has a complicated composition.

On this side were the Chinese maid who could not speak Japanese and Miss Kim who could speak Japanese, in the kitchen should be the Japanese chef who could only speak Japanese, and another person, probably an officer, who could speak both Chinese and Japanese, and who would be in charge of intermediary messages to the Chinese maid and the Japanese chef.

The courtyard is also filled with Chinese bodyguards and Japanese officers.

The whole mansion was arranged in this cross-over way, partly for surveillance and partly for security.

Yamamoto.

He trusts neither the Chinese.

Nor did he trust the Japanese.

He was very much afraid of the dangers around him.

Compared to him, she and Su Chunjun at least had their backs.

Did Yamamoto have someone he could trust and rely on.

–She was not sympathizing with him.

–Rather, she was wondering why he was still holding on? Why hadn’t he broken down yet?

If he was already so suspicious of Japan, what caused him to still not turn his back on it?

Or is his suspicion only directed at the Japanese here? Is he still highly loyal to the Emperor and the Cabinet in Japan?

Zhu Yuyan, in the midst of her pondering, ate up all this strange food in front of her without tasting it.

She left the cake behind.

When Miss Jin returned, she pushed the cake towards her.

Miss Kim looked at the strange cake, but what came to her mind was not the delicious food she had eaten in England, but Yamamoto forcing her to keep eating the cake until she vomited.

Yamamoto thinks her love for England can be broken and he trains her like a dog. He makes her eat cake and vomit in her dress, when she can eat three normal meals as long as she eats Japanese food in her kimono.

He scolded her in English and complimented her in Japanese.

Over time, even she got twisted.

In Ms. Zhu’s mind, she’s still the Juri Kim she knew.

But she had turned into a hybrid monster.

She wasn’t herself.

Nor was she anything else.

Just a filthy monster.

Miss Jin looked at Zhu Yuyan, this lovely girl who saw herself so beautifully in her eyes.

She smiled and said, “I can’t quite eat right now. Thank you, you can just eat.”

Zhu Yuyan did not force herself, she dragged the plate over and ate it herself.

–Very good, the cream was unsweetened, and there were crumbs. The bottom of the cake was dry underneath, and the top was wet, and there was a heavy egg odor.

Not only had this cook failed to whip the cream successfully, the cake wasn’t ready, it wasn’t baked, it was steamed.

Then how did he turn the cream into a paste? Put flour in it?

Zhu Yuyan said, “You’re right not to eat it, it’s awful.”

Jin Juli laughed all of a sudden, a silent smile-probably the fact that no noise was allowed in this room to disturb Little Yamamoto’s rest made her afraid to even vocalize her laughter.

The sky was still bright, and now it wouldn’t be dark until eight o’clock in the evening.

Zhu Yuyan sat on the porch after dinner, looking out at the sky, imagining what Mr. Su would be feeling right now; he must be very, very tormented.

But he must also be very calm.

Because only by being calm could both of them survive safely.

-Will he forcefully attack the Yamamoto Residence?

Like he did with the Intelligence Department, get gang members to disguise themselves as assassins, throw gasoline bottles in and set it on fire, or something like that.

But before that, he’d have to break in and save her before arranging a setup for a forced attack.

That’s the method most likely to succeed.

It just couldn’t guarantee one hundred percent safety.

However, one hundred percent safety wasn’t the most important thing, sometimes it was just necessary to take a little risk.

Ms. Kim walked in and sat down next to her.

–What did she mean by “file”?

At the other end of the mansion, Yamamoto put a thin file bag into the safe.

He still couldn’t decide whether to take this opportunity to ask his son to send the petition back to Japan.

It was his last loyalty, to Japan, to the Emperor, to the country, to the nation.

But would the country agree?

He needed the country to agree to his plan!

Only then would his loyalty be known to future generations of Japanese!

Future generations of Japanese will forever grow up hearing his Yamamoto’s name.

They will remember this as a loyal Japanese servant!