One Bowl of Soba ｜一碗荞麦面
原著作者｜栗良平 It was New Year's Eve in snowy Hokkaido The busiest night for the soba shop below The last customer left the air was still and deep The owner and his wife were preparing to sleep Then the door opened a mother stepped inside With two little boys trying to hide Their clothes were old but clean and neat "Excuse me, sir— can we have a seat? Just one bowl of soba— would that be okay for three?" The mother asked softly very politely "Of course," said the wife, "please sit right here." She brought them warm tea and holiday cheer The owner cooked one bowl but here is the trick— he added…
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