Tokyo Shiba Tofu House ukai. I sent a busy chicken and a dog to jump in March and booked this store to reward myself. I haven't booked the place for the first two weeks. Today I entered the inner courtyard and watched the cherry blossom trees that have been laid up and sprouts are emerging. I understood the reason for such popularity. Seven or eight years ago, a Japanese friend set up a banquet here to thank me for helping him translate his essay. The meal has been remembered in my heart. After so many years, I finally revisited the old store. Because after the meal, I was lucky enough to be led to the seat by the window on the second floor, overlooking the flowers and birds and trees in the inner courtyard. Booked a lunch set meal and ordered a glass of seasonal juice. When I looked at the menu, I was surprised by the price of juice. I drank it on the table and realized that it was pure juice freshly squeezed with brand strawberries. Every mouthful was a red and colorful fragrance of spring. Thinking of the price of strawberries in the supermarket, this cup is afraid of the price. This time the package is not the same as the last time, but the main point has not changed, or the aromatic fried tofu and the rich soup tofu. It can be said that every dish is very like, the seasoning is delicate but it will not be clear enough to taste. In so many restaurants I have eaten, this one is still worthy of the name of the World Cultural Heritage. After eating, I really don't want to live up to the spring light of this courtyard, and I sat alone for a while. At this moment, time seemed to move quietly, as if it had melted into everything. The whole body could feel time moving forward, in the glare of the window from the dazzling to the yellowish, the light or heavy swing, and inadvertently the slightest noise of the old wooden house.