Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

This skill is currently designed to address Riko's weakness: sewing dolls.

Hideaki beamed, opened his arms, and said, "Riko-chan, come here, let your husband give you a hug."

Riko froze, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head without moving.

Unconsciously, she felt less afraid and more strange, inexplicable feelings.

She is still confused as to why she had to take on her deceased husband's identity and bear his debts.

Is it really because of love?

But his mood changes faster than turning the pages of a book; sometimes he's captivating, and sometimes he's terrifying... How can there be such a person?

So, my husband died last night, how come I was only sad for a short while and then the sadness subsided? I should be sad!

Riko lowered her head and tried to cry, and tears actually fell, but they didn't seem to be tears of sadness...

"You woman, you're so unreasonable. You were happy, and now you're crying. Hold it in! I won't hug you anymore, no matter how much you beg."

She probably remembered her deceased husband. She should be careful about referring to herself as her husband in the future; it makes her seem less intimidating, and she'll just stand there without moving...

Of course, Xiuming only expressed his joy at such a hug, and when she turned over, he quickly dodged and shook her.

After all, if such an obedient wife were to fall into one's arms, it's hard to guarantee that nothing might happen; at the very least, one's hands would definitely not be idle.

What he cared more about was the skill he had just acquired, the "enlightenment," which already made his hands incredibly dexterous.

With such skillful hands, how could I use them to touch women on my first try? I should do what I'm supposed to do: sew dolls! Make money!

Want to learn Chapter 10? I'll teach you!

Xiuming spoke casually, as if it were ordinary everyday conversation, without any added tone or embellishment.

This caused Riko, whose fear had already subsided, to continue bowing her head and weeping.

Hideaki ignored her and shifted his position to sit slightly behind and to the side of her. From there, he could reach the bamboo basket containing needles and thread that was placed next to the tatami mat.

Riko's shoulders trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, and she lowered her head, stealing glances at him from the corner of her eye through her armpit.

After Xiuming got the sewing basket, he leaned back and reached out to grab the tiger doll he had previously thrown away.

It was supposed to be a tiger plush toy, but it was sewn together to be round and plump, with four legs of different lengths, like a deflated soccer ball with four legs. The stitching on it was crooked and uneven, like a crawling centipede.

Riko felt ashamed when she saw her work, and she was also saddened when she thought about the 1000 yen deposit she had lost.

Xiuming held the doll in his hands, fiddled with it for a while, and then picked up a pair of scissors and removed the stitches one by one, as if removing surgical sutures.

Riko opened her mouth, wanting to tell him:

This is her masterpiece. Even if it looks like a complete failure, what if it passes? Not only will she get her 1000 yen deposit back, but she'll also get a 200 yen labor fee! She should at least give it a try!

But she couldn't say it. Besides lacking confidence, she was also worried that Xiuming would turn on her. After all, the scissors he was holding were so shiny that they made her dizzy.

Xiuming quickly disassembled the doll and then took out a thick picture book from the basket.

The twelve zodiac animals, as well as other small animals and currently popular anime character templates.

He glanced at it briefly and immediately understood the technique. He then threaded the needle and began sewing, quickly creating a perfect prototype.

Riko's eyes widened instantly, and she even turned around, exclaiming softly, "Amazing!"

That tingling, euphoric call was filled with an undisguised sense of worship, truly bringing joy to the heart.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you!"

A finished cloth doll can sell for anywhere from 1000 yen to 8000 yen on the market, depending on the level of craftsmanship.

As the original craftspeople, they only received a uniform reward of 200 yen, which wasn't even enough for a meal.

With such exquisite craftsmanship, wouldn't it be better to set up a stall or open a crafts shop?

These fabrics and wadding are very cheap; you can even make do with old, worn-out clothes from home...

With a small business based on technical skills, I won't have to worry about food, clothing, or daily necessities in the future.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Riko nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her bright eyes filled with surprise.

“Then…” Xiuming dragged out the sound as he straightened his legs and patted his knees, “Sit here, and I’ll teach you step by step.”

Riko blushed deeply and lowered her head.

If Xiuming had made such a request before lunch, right after she was tied up, she might have sat there in fear, frozen in place, just waiting for death to come.

But now my mindset is different, I have more thoughts, and I feel a deep-seated sense of modesty and shame, so I can't move my body.

I do want to, but the reason is too far-fetched. There has to be a plausible explanation!

After all, her husband had just passed away last night, and she was even using his name to take his place.

We met for less than three hours, I didn't even know his real name, and he turned on me faster than flipping through a book... There are so many illogical things that my head is about to explode... How could things develop so quickly?

"You're hesitating with such a good opportunity? I'm not teaching you anymore."

Xiuming turned around, his back to her, and continued sewing.

"me……"

He did indeed turn hostile...

Riko's heart tightened. She pursed her lips, cautiously glancing at his expression, then crawled in front of him and tentatively leaned her head forward.

The delicate scent of shampoo wafted into Xiuming's nostrils, a subtle fragrance that perfectly suited her gentle nature.

Xiuming turned his head away, pressed his hand on her slightly flushed forehead, and then turned his body around, still with his back to her.

This reaction clearly doesn't seem like someone turning angry or upset.

Riko, her anxiety mixed with surprise, crawled two more steps forward.

This time, Xiuming anticipated her move and turned around before she even crawled over.

Riko continued crawling forward...

And so, to the gentle ticking of the quartz clock in the living room, this scene unfolded on the tatami mats of the Japanese-style room:

One crawled around in circles, trying to learn how to sew a doll, while the other turned away, refusing to let it learn.

After spinning around a lot, it seemed to become something enjoyable and fun.

Of course, it's not that Xiuming doesn't want to teach, it's just that there isn't enough time right now.

After all, what man could resist such a delicate and fragrant embrace?

It's already 2 PM, and I need to deliver the goods to the expensive imported goods store at the community gate before 3 PM, otherwise I'll lose my 1000 yen deposit.

Between enjoying the experience and paying the deposit, he rationally chose the money.

Once I get my deposit back, I can go to the market to buy some fabric and thread, take them home and teach slowly. That will give me plenty of time...

In this strange atmosphere, a tiger doll with a red velvet body and gold thread patterns was successfully born in Xiuming's hands, who was filled with apprehension.

"Ha! I'm done."

Xiuming suddenly stopped, turned around, and opened his arms.

Riko almost climbed into his arms. Just as she was about to stop, Hideaki leaned back and swept her arm, which was supporting her upper body, off balance with a sweeping kick.

"Ah~" Riko gasped and buried her face in his stomach.

As she looked up, Xiuming quickly supported her shoulders and sat up, his face serious.

"Riko-chan, no, otherwise we'll lose 1000 yen."

Hideaki's righteous and awe-inspiring appearance filled Riko's wide eyes with disbelief.

She opened her mouth and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

In the end, she took the blame for a mistake that wasn't hers...

Xiuming's eyes widened as well, and he said, "Actually, you can do it on purpose. Once we get the deposit back, we'll have plenty of time. You can do whatever you want. After all, as your husband, we'll be living together for a long time, so I have to be responsible!"

Riko gasped, her tight-fitting, high-necked, thin knit top quickly bulging out her full curves, whether from anger, nervousness, or some other reason, it was hard to tell.

Then, her face quickly turned bright red, spreading to her neck and collarbone, making even the bloodstains she had smeared on her face when her finger was cut invisible.

Wash your face...

Xiuming suddenly remembered the leaky showerhead in the toilet.

Oops!

He quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom. Every drop of tap water wasted was money!

The white porcelain floor in the bathroom was polished to a shine, and the white porcelain walls and toilet were spotless, with no dark yellow stains even in the smallest crevices.

From this, Hideaki saw a significant advantage of Mrs. Riko besides her beauty and figure: she was good at cleaning.

Actually, the whole house was clean and tidy, except for the needlework in the Japanese-style room.

The shower head on the wall dripped steadily, and the red plastic basin below it, meant for collecting water, was already full.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Hideaki turned off the main water valve while calling Riko, who was still standing there in the tatami room, in.

"Stand here for a while, and I'll fix the showerhead and wash your face."

Chapter 11 This is valuable, can't be thrown away

"what?"

"Your hand is cut, isn't it? You can't get it wet."

As Xiuming spoke, he disassembled the nozzle. The waterproof rubber pad was broken. There were no separate rubber pads for sale; he could only buy the entire nozzle.

Those despicable capitalists, all they think about is exploiting people.

I won't change it! I won't change it even if you wrap it with Teflon tape!

"Um... I can use one hand too..." Riko said softly, her face flushed.

“I’m in a really bad mood right now,” Xiuming said, pouring some water from the full basin into the washbasin, then placing the washbasin on the sink. “Get down on the sink right now! Don’t make me say it a second time.”

"Okay, okay." Riko's shoulders trembled, and she quickly bent down.

The sink was quite clean, and the shelf above it was neatly arranged with simple toiletries: a small bar of pink soap (I don't know the brand), a small white bottle of complimentary women's facial cleanser, a blue bottle of men's facial cleanser, and two blue plastic toothpaste tubes.