Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

Chapter 12 What happened to A?

Night has completely fallen.

In the night rain, the bustling and noisy night view of Tokyo highlights the desertedness of the Huacheng family's mansion.

Huacheng Xingzi was silent for a long time.

"Ah~"

The two emotions of grievance and confusion fermented in the widow's heart, quickly expanding and blocking her body like cotton candy.

She looked up at the ceiling for a long time, then limped to the refrigerator, got a dozen beers and returned to her desk.

He pulled the ring of a can of beer, took a big gulp, then opened his mouth and let out a long breath into the air.

It seems that this action can help expel the resentment in the chest.

Afterwards, this strong and resolute widow returned to her work.

At this time in the kitchen, Iinuma Isao had just taken out the cooked chicken, cooled it down with ice water, and then tore the chicken meat off.

Then, pick up the kitchen knife and chop the green onion and coriander. Take a small bowl and add chicken powder, salt, sugar and other seasonings. Add a small amount of pepper salt and pepper and mix well. Finally, add the torn chicken and seasonings. The hand-shredded chicken is ready!

Second dish, sweet and sour pork ribs!

Wash the ribs and chop them into small even pieces. Add onion, ginger and cooking wine, blanch them, drain them, put them into the pot, add cinnamon, star anise and dried chilies and stir-fry until fragrant... The rich aroma will soon waft out.

During this time, the boy turned his head to look at the lady working in the living room, and then looked at the dinner he had prepared.

Then he took out a small bottle and added something stealthily.

The prepared dishes are served and placed on the dining table.

Next to the fireplace, half of Huacheng Xingzi's body was bathed in the firelight, her fair face seemed to be shining, and the tiny hairs on her face were sparkling.

The armrests of the office chair were very high, and she rested her elbows there, supported her head with her palms, and made all kinds of postures that seemed charming and elegant to bystanders.

Sometimes she would lower her head, sometimes she would tilt her head, and sometimes she would raise it up weakly, as if a heavy burden was lifted on her neck.

There was a footstool under the desk. Her white, slender little feet would sometimes step on it and sometimes tuck into the hem of her black kimono.

After looking at the documents for a while, Huacheng Xingzi rubbed her eyes tiredly and unconsciously moved closer to the desk.

After bending her waist slightly, the heavy fabric on the chest of her kimono slowly stuck to the table.

This scene looks familiar.

My mother often does this.

Iinuma Isao watched calmly.

Women with larger busts will feel sore and painful when they read for a long time without wearing a bra and straighten their backs, so they will unconsciously bend over and put their hands on the table to relieve the pressure...

So when he saw Aunt Anzi like this, the observant Iinuma Isao immediately knew that she was naked under her kimono.

After a while, Huacheng Xingzi, exhausted both physically and mentally, put down the documents and gently rubbed her swollen and painful ankle.

"Auntie Xingzi, come and eat."

Hearing the shout, she quickly withdrew her hand and looked sideways: "Okay."

Iinuma Isao stared at her ankle: "How is your foot?"

"never mind."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"I told you it's okay!"

Hua Cheng Xingzi put on the solemn and dignified look of an elder and shook her head without smiling: "This little problem is not a problem. You guys go eat. I'll look at the documents for a while."

"Angel, eat!"

Iinuma Isao shouted upstairs.

There were footsteps at the top of the stairs, and Iinuma Isao stared intently.

The light from overhead radiates in all directions, being reflected or absorbed by the corridors and walls of the stairwell, interweaving subtle colors in the air.

It's like a medieval painting.

In this mysterious hue, at the top of the spiral staircase, a doll as perfect as a ceramic work of art, bathed in an exceptionally shining light, quietly and gracefully descended into the world.

Angel is perfect every time he appears.

"Are you stunned?"

A soft and clear voice reached Iinuma Isao's ears.

Hanashiro Iori walked down the spiral staircase with impeccable grace, arriving at the dirty underworld to receive the devout worship of humans.

Iinuma Isao lowered his head silently.

The angel's cute little feet are wearing lovely slippers with the soles touching the floor.

Look, she's only human!

"Why do you doubt whether I am human every time you see me?" The angel walked slowly to him with his arms folded, his expression elegant and calm, "How many times do I have to reiterate it before you stop having such a silly idea?"

Iinuma Isao thought seriously.

Huacheng Xingzi took a sip of beer and glanced at the two children out of the corner of her eye - to be honest, she thought they were a perfect match made in heaven.

"Well……"

Iinuma Isao hesitated for a moment and said, "I say... Oh, forget it."

"What a helpless and boring tone." The angel shook his head in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, I come from a lowly background, and I don't have many elegant ideas in my head. I apologize if I made you feel that you can't have fun."

Iinuma Isao said this half-jokingly and half-surrenderingly, and came to the dining table with her.

Warm yellow lights, an old ceiling with some stains, and steaming food on the table.

Shredded chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, scrambled eggs and soup.

The angel turned her head slightly, looked out the window at the cherry blossoms blooming in the night rain, and deftly scooped a spoonful of soup with her little hand and put it into her cherry mouth.

The adjective "lightweight" is no exaggeration when used to describe her.

She seemed to be unaffected by gravity and felt light and airy in everything she did.

Her temperament as a rich lady is so elegant that it seems like she was born with it.

Isao Iinuma stared at her for a long time, observing, examining, labeling her and so on.

After observing her for a long time, one can't help but be surprised by her exquisiteness.

Her skin is as white as cream and as white as snow, and her face is as smooth as a baby's.

Under the eyelashes that flutter like mimosa, her eyes are clear and ethereal, sometimes flashing with innate pride and aloofness.

The cherry mouth is soft and beautiful; the lips are just like the gorgeous cherry blossom petals blooming in the night rain.

The moist evening breeze blew in from the window, causing her long, shiny black hair like a pencil lead to sway slightly, which actually gave her a sense of otherworldliness, as if she were out of touch with the world.

This beautiful moment made Iinuma Isao feel as if his mother must have looked like this when she was young.

Alas?

Is there something I forgot to observe?

Iinuma Isao's gaze couldn't help but slowly slide down from her pretty chin.

The slightly undulating mountains on the angel's chest are hard to see, but they are not there either. However, she does look a bit... Well, no one is perfect!

Suddenly, the angel frowned in displeasure.

Ionuma Isao quickly looked away.

The ability to see what other people are thinking is super troublesome!

"It's okay, I don't mind at all!"

The angel glared at him fiercely, scooped up some soup with a spoon and put it to his lips, emphasizing the point, "A person's success should be determined by his inner self, not by his external features! Even if you really want to judge the winner by appearance, you should score based on the overall balance, not just one point. So I don't care about the size at all!"

Uh-huh, you don’t care.

Your long speech and that almost murderous look in your eyes are both manifestations of indifference.

Iinuma Isao didn't dare to respond, so he lowered his head and suppressed his laughter.

Chapter 13 You are a bug with a head full of yellow garbage

The angel, who didn't care about the size of her breasts, snorted and lightly put the soup into her mouth with her small hands, with the spoon at a right angle to her lips; at the same time, her eyes were absent-minded, looking left and right, as if she was in a panic.

When his sight drifted inadvertently to his aunt by the fireplace, the angel was stunned by the proud curve of her chest. His lips moved unconsciously and he sighed very, very faintly, "I really don't mind at all..."

Isao Iinuma couldn't help but look at Aunt Anzi.

The fireplace was burning brightly, and the firelight danced and shone on the old aunt's brows.

Listening to the crackling sound of the firewood, she stared at the flames with a beer in her hand, occasionally tilting her head back to take a few sips of beer. The bright firelight illuminated her pretty face, which was rosy and soft, and her delicate nose tip was shining in front of the flame.

The color tone is warm, but her temperament is still that cold and aloof that keeps people at a distance.

"My aunt has been in a very bad condition recently." Huacheng Iori suddenly said.

Iinuma Isao looked back at her childish face: "Loss of appetite, poor sleep quality."

"Ah."

She nodded lightly.

"She's obviously not in good shape, and she still has to deal with complicated company affairs. If she continues like this, she'll collapse soon..."

The girl was talking while tasting the delicious dishes.

"Auntie's reaction is normal, but you..." Iinuma Isao looked at the girl suspiciously.

'Your father is dead too, why do you still act so nonchalant?'

Hearing the young man's inner voice, Huacheng Iori took a bite of pork ribs and said while chewing: "My father has long been a walking corpse. Death is a kind of relief for him. I am too happy to be happy. But my aunt blames herself for this..."

"What do you blame yourself for?" asked Iinuma Isao.