I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

Those big watery eyes, like two obsidians, sparkled with a hint of nervousness and curiosity of meeting for the first time.

She looks like a high school girl who just walked out of the campus, full of youthful vitality and beautiful atmosphere.

It was Meiya Xiaoshan who came hurriedly.

"Oh! Is that Misae-chan? Come in! Come in!"

Nohara Tsuru was the first to react. All the awkwardness on her face was instantly replaced by enthusiasm. She quickly stood up, affectionately took Misae's hand, and led her to sit next to her.

"What a beautiful child!" She looked Meiya up and down, her satisfaction growing with each glance. Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. "Auntie came in such a hurry that she didn't prepare any gifts. How rude of her! Don't worry, next time, I'll definitely give you a big red envelope!"

On the other hand, Nohara Ginnosuke's reaction was much more exciting.

He first stared at Meiya blankly, his small eyes filled with undisguised amazement.

Then, he suddenly turned his head and stared at his youngest son with an extremely suspicious look.

"Hey! Guangzhi!" He lowered his voice, his tone like he was interrogating a criminal who had committed a heinous crime: "You kid... you can do this! You actually... you actually fell in love with a high school girl?! You... you're committing a crime! This is too much!"

However, before Nohara Hiroshi's frown could take shape, he changed the subject, and his old face was instantly covered with a wretched smile filled with pride and complacency.

He secretly glanced at his eldest son who was completely stunned, and then continued in a boastful tone:

"But... well done! This is what a man from our Nohara family should be like! He must take the initiative! Otherwise, no girl would like him? You must learn how to flirt with girls, just like your father did when he was young!"

He patted Nohara Hiroshi's shoulder heavily, his small eyes flashing with relief, and he also complained:

"Humph, he's obviously much better than your wooden brother who only knows how to save money! He has the style I had back then!"

Nohara Hiroshi: "..."

He felt his temples throbbing wildly.

Chapter 106: Transformation of Nohara Sashi! Promote the eldest brother to be the farmer!

"Cough cough!" Nohara Tsuru finally couldn't bear it anymore. She coughed twice and glared at her old man fiercely. The warning in her eyes was enough to freeze the cold current in Siberia.

Nohara Ginnosuke shuddered for a moment, and the smug expression on his face froze. He quickly picked up the teacup and pretended that he had not said anything just now, and that he was just a quiet and handsome man who was obsessed with the tea ceremony.

The awkward atmosphere was instantly resolved by Nohara Tsuru with a gentleness and enthusiasm that was almost innate.

"Miya-chan, come on, try this. This sea urchin sushi is the signature dish of this restaurant. Guangzhi always said he would bring us here to eat when he called before." She picked up a piece of golden, tempting, plump sea urchin gunkan roll and put it on the plate in front of Miya.

"And this one, Wagyu beef, try it and see if you like it."

"This is sweet shrimp. Girls like sweet food."

Nohara Hiroshi watched from the side, feeling a little dazed.

He watched helplessly as his mother, who used to engage in a 300-round verbal battle with the neighbor's aunt in the vegetable market over the price of a scallion in Oquji City, Akita Prefecture, transformed into the most elegant and considerate lady.

And Meiya, who was always as energetic as a little sun at home, has become a well-behaved and quiet lady who can only say "Thank you, Auntie" and "Auntie, you eat too" with a blushing face.

The two women hit it off right away and seemed to have endless things to talk about.

From the recent weather in Tokyo to the rice harvest in Akita Prefecture this year; from the interesting things that happened to Misae in college to Nohara Tsuru's unique secret recipe for pickled vegetables when he was young.

The atmosphere was so harmonious that Hiroshi Nohara even had an illusion - he, his father and his elder brother were the three unnecessary outsiders in this box.

He looked at his mother's eyes full of love, and Mei Ya's smile which became more and more charming after she relaxed, and suddenly a warm feeling surged in his heart.

In the memory of the previous life, the relationship between Misae and her mother-in-law Nohara Tsuru in the plot was famously good.

Every time they go back to their hometown in Akita, the two of them are as close as real mother and daughter, leaving him, their biological son and husband, aside.

This destined relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was originally destined from the first time they met.

Nohara Hiroshi was quite satisfied with this.

……

After a dinner that was enjoyable to both the host and the guests, it was already late at night.

The Toyota Crown Majestic stopped smoothly in front of a hotel that looked quite expensive.

Nohara Hiroshi led his family and quickly booked two adjacent luxury suites at the front desk.

He handed one of the room cards to his eldest brother Nohara Sashi: "Brother, you have one room to yourself, and Dad and Mom have another. Have a good rest at night."

"Oh...oh..." Nohara Sashi's palms were sweating as he held the exquisitely crafted room card. He felt like he was holding not a card, but a stack of walking Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Nohara Ginnosuke, under the dazzling crystal chandelier in the hotel lobby, was drunk with his face flushed and his eyes flashing with eagerness.

He put his arm around his eldest son's shoulders, lowered his voice, and said with a tone full of experience: "Xizhi, wait a minute... you go to sleep first. I, your father, plan to go out and experience Tokyo's nightlife and see how big Greater Tokyo is!"

As he spoke, his lustful little eyes began to sparkle with excitement.

"You old pervert! Where do you want to go?!"

A low growl filled with suppressed anger sounded in his ears.

Nohara Ginnosuke turned his head stiffly, only to see his wife Nohara Tsuru standing behind him with a dark face. Her eyes, which were always as gentle as water, were now burning with a karmic fire that could burn everything.

"I... I'm not going anywhere! I'll just... I'll go back to my room and sleep!" Nohara Ginnosuke sobered up in an instant.

"late!"

Nohara Tsuru grabbed his ear and dragged him towards the room like a sack of disobedient potatoes.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ah He! It hurts! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Let go! Please save my face in front of the children!!"

The shrill screams echoed in the magnificent hotel corridor, scaring a passing waiter so much that he almost dropped the tray in his hand. He looked at the scene with horror, as if he was watching the filming of a family ethics drama.

Nohara Hiroshi held his forehead helplessly and shrugged at his eldest brother: "Take good care of mom and dad."

Then, he pulled Xiaoshan Meiya, who had been trying to hold back her laughter until her whole body was shaking, covering her mouth and shrugging her shoulders, and fled away from the "crime scene".

After getting into the car, Meiya finally couldn't help herself and burst into a silver bell-like laughter.

"Hehehe... Guangzhi, uncle he... he is so funny!" She laughed so hard that tears came out. She leaned on the passenger seat, gasping for breath: "You... you really don't look like uncle at all!"

Nohara Hiroshi started the car and glanced at her unhappily after hearing this: "What if I look like him? Wouldn't our family be in chaos every day?"

"That's true." Meiya nodded in agreement, then winked slyly and said in a long tone: "But... in some aspects, I think you still have great potential~"

"Oh?" Nohara Hiroshi raised his eyebrows, a dangerous arc appearing at the corner of his mouth, "For example?"

While driving, he stretched out his right hand, accurately grabbed her tender hand that was restlessly poking his arm, and squeezed it gently.

Meiya's face turned red in an instant. She wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly.

"Looks like I'm going to punish you severely." Nohara Hiroshi's voice lowered a few notches, with a hint of magnetic hoarseness: "I feel I need to prove to you that the 'demeanor' of men in our Nohara family is engraved in our genes."

The car drove into the underground garage of the apartment. When the door closed with a "click", the whole world became quiet.

Nohara Hiroshi pushed Misae against the door panel, lowered his head and kissed her.

"Ugh... Hiroshi..." Misae struggled and yelled, "The floor is too hard, my knees can't take it."

"Don't talk." Guangzhi's voice trembled.

"...You...you are a bad guy!" Mei Ya's voice was unclear.

Only Guangzhi's trembling voice was heard: "Then let me show you how a bad guy teaches a disobedient little girl a lesson."

……

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting mottled shadows on the floor, Nohara Hiroshi finally supported himself on his waist, which felt as if it had been plowed by a hundred oxen, and struggled to sit up from the bed.

He let out a long breath, feeling that every part of his body was groaning under the heavy burden.

The field is a good field.

It's just a cow, it's almost exhausted to death.

He turned his head and looked at the messy battlefield beside him and the person who was supposed to be lying on it, but found that it was already empty.

A rich aroma of milk drifted over from the direction of the kitchen.

Hiroshi Nohara put on his pajamas and followed the scent, only to see Misae Koyama wearing her wide apron, humming a tuneless tune, and busying herself in the kitchen.

Her long, smooth hair was casually tied into a bun, revealing a fair and graceful neck.

The morning light gave her a soft golden edge, and the peaceful appearance of the years instantly filled Nohara Hiroshi's heart.

"Are you awake?" Mei Ya heard the noise and turned around, a smile brighter than the sun blooming on her face: "I heated up some milk for you, drink it while it's hot."

"Don't bother. I'm not going to have breakfast at home today." Nohara Hiroshi walked forward, put his arms around her slender waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and took a deep breath of the fragrance of her hair. "I plan to take my family to Tokyo to travel around and eat outside."

"I know." Mei Ya turned around, stood on tiptoe, and pecked him lightly on the lips. Her big obsidian eyes gleamed with a cunning light: "But this glass of milk is not for breakfast. It's... specially for nourishing your body~"

"..."

Several clearly visible black lines suddenly appeared on Nohara Hiroshi's forehead.

He looked at the girl in front of him who was smiling like a little fox that had stolen some meat, and felt that his dignity as a man had been challenged like never before.

"Very good." He gritted his teeth and picked her up, carrying her sideways and placing her on the cold kitchen counter. "It seems that last night's lesson was not enough. Today, in the kitchen, I will let you see for yourself whether I really need to 'replenish my body'!"

"Ah! Guangzhi! What are you doing! Put me down! My parents are still waiting in the hotel!" Meisai screamed.

"Wait a moment, it's okay. Let them know that the men in our Nohara family are all energetic!" Nohara Hiroshi was annoyed.

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, the black Toyota Crown Majestic was on the road again.

This time, the atmosphere in the car was filled with tourist-like excitement and novelty.

Nohara Hiroshi was driving intently, while Nohara Ginnosuke, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was like a child coming to the city for the first time, with his entire face almost pressed against the car window.

"Wow! A-Tsuru! Sashi! Look! That building is so tall! The top is almost touching the sky!"

"And that! That big screen! It's even bigger than the open-air movie screen in our village!"

"Oh my god! Why do women in Tokyo wear so little?! It's... it's too outrageous! Hehehe..."

In the back row, Nohara Tsuru, who was sandwiched in the middle, was looking helplessly at the bustling street scene rapidly receding outside the window. From time to time, he would reach out and pat his eldest son who was also stunned.

"Xizhi, close your mouth, your saliva is almost flowing out."

Mi-sae, who was sitting on the other side, was like a most competent tour guide, smiling and introducing the scenery along the way to these relatives from Akita.

"Uncle, that red and white iron tower in front is Tokyo Tower."

"Mom, we're about to pass by the Imperial Palace Outer Gardens. The pine trees there are so beautifully trimmed."