I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

He said that the young people in his son's company are now afraid to work overtime alone at night and they avoid the copier when they see it.

He said that the ratings of this animation created a legend for Tokyo TV's late-night slot.

He said that the producer of this animation is a rare genius.

At that time, Yoshiharu Koyama scoffed at this, thinking it was just some small tricks that were not worthy of being displayed on the stage to attract attention.

But now...

The one who was praised as a "genius", created a "myth", and made all the young people in Tokyo tremble... the devil.

Sitting next to him, driving calmly, she was about to become... his son-in-law?

Yoshiharu Koyama felt that his world had completely collapsed at this moment.

He slowly leaned back on the soft leather seat, and for the first time, a crack appeared on his face, which was always as cold and hard as a rock.

'This illegitimate child is quite capable!'

Chapter 60 Welcome to Tokyo! Uncle!

In Ginza, in a restaurant branch called "Kikunoi", the air is filled with the faint fragrance of high-end incense in the elegant private rooms.

"So, uncle, have you been watching any weird eight o'clock family dramas lately?"

Nohara Hiroshi wore a helpless smile, a look of having been wronged, and personally poured a glass of warm sake for Koyama Yoshiharu. "My father's name is Nohara Ginnosuke, and my mother's name is Nohara Tsuru. We live in Oquji City, Akita Prefecture, and we're just an ordinary family. I'm not the illegitimate son of some prominent figure."

His tone was so sincere, like he was introducing himself in elementary school, so innocent that it could be squeezed out of water.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the tone.

"Dad! How could you think that of Hiroshi-kun?!" Koyama Misae, who was standing by, finally found her chance. She puffed out her cheeks like a squirrel guarding its food and started accusing her father: "Hiroshi-kun works so hard, making his living in Tokyo by himself, drawing manga and working at a TV station. He's so tired every day! How could you...how could you slander his innocence out of thin air!"

When she finished speaking, a thin layer of mist appeared in her big watery eyes, half of anger and half of heartache.

Illegitimate child is not a good word in Japan.

"Ahem!" Yoshiharu Koyama's face turned red at his daughter's words. His face, as cold and hard as the rocks in Kumamoto Prefecture in winter, was now a little embarrassed.

He picked up the wine glass, wanting to cover up his embarrassment with a sip of the spicy liquid, but he felt that it would be unbecoming of an elder to touch the glass in front of his future son-in-law.

He could only keep a straight face and, with the authority that only a dean could muster, rebuke him in a deep voice, "I...I'm just making a reasonable inference! How could a young man who just graduated..."

He couldn't speak anymore.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he had caught a glimpse of the sliding door in the box that was carved from a whole piece of cypress wood, the landscape painting on the wall that was said to be an authentic work of a famous artist, and the meticulously maintained, small and exquisite dry landscape garden outside the window.

All of this, in a silent but extremely clear way, repeatedly lashed out at his outdated worldview based on "thriftiness" and "following the rules".

This obviously shows how much Nohara Hiroshi values ​​him!

It's not that Yoshiharu Koyama is ungrateful.

At this moment.

How can I continue talking?

"Dad, just admit it, you are just jealous that Guangzhi-kun is more capable than you!" Meiya kept pursuing him relentlessly.

"Nonsense!" Yoshiharu Koyama blew his beard and glared. The admiration he had just felt for his future son-in-law was instantly washed away by his daughter's honest words.

As a father, he must maintain his authority!

And he is the future father-in-law!

"Okay, okay, Mei'er, stop making trouble with your father." The mother, Xiaoshan Gao'er, came out to smooth things over. She looked at her daughter and the young man with a doting smile on his face, her eyes full of relief.

She patted Misae's hand gently, then gave Nohara Hiroshi an apologetic look and said with a smile, "Don't mind, Hiroshi-kun. That's just how Yoshiji is. He's tough on the outside but soft on the inside."

"Mom is right, Dad is just an old stubborn person." The eldest sister Masae also agreed gently. She looked at her younger sister's radiant face nourished by love, and felt happy for her in her heart.

"I don't mind. This is just my uncle's sense of humor." Nohara Hiroshi chuckled beside him.

While pouring tea for them personally.

Only the little sister Mengmei, like a curious baby who broke into the Grand View Garden, had a pair of big black eyes that were not enough.

She touched the tatami mat woven from high-quality rush beneath her, then went to the window and exclaimed "This is the best in the world" at the small but extremely exquisite dry landscape garden built inside the building.

"Wow! It's great here!"

She held her face in her hands, her youthful face filled with undisguised envy. "This is the real Tokyo! We don't even have a decent department store in Kumamoto, let alone a high-end restaurant like this!"

"Cough! Cough cough!" Yoshiharu Koyama was choked by his little daughter's naive words and started coughing violently.

Shame on you! What a shame!

In front of my future son-in-law!

He glared at Mengmei fiercely and scolded her in a low voice, "Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping! You act like a lady from a noble family!"

'Wow--'

At this moment, the cypress sliding door of the box was gently slid open.

"Sorry to bother you! It's time to serve the food!"

A maid dressed in a kimono, with an elegant posture and an impeccable professional smile on her face, was kneeling at the door. Behind her, followed a row of young maids also dressed in kimonos.

They were like a flock of geese filing in, holding exquisite lacquer trays in their hands, and silently filled the entire long table with dishes that looked like works of art.

"Wow--!!!"

This time, it wasn't just Yumesae who exclaimed.

The long dining table was instantly filled with a wide variety of delicious food.

The crystal clear Ise lobster sashimi, which seems to be still trembling slightly, is carefully arranged into the shape of a dragon boat; the A5-level top-grade Saga Wagyu beef, with its evenly distributed marble-like snowflake texture, reflects an attractive oily luster under the light; the luxurious sashimi platter consisting of tuna, sea urchin, and botan shrimp is so fresh that you can almost smell the scent of the sea.

In addition, there are French baked snails, black truffle foie gras, cream of mushroom soup...

The top-notch Japanese and French cuisines, presented in an extremely harmonious and luxurious way, together present a gourmet feast that is enough to drive any gourmet crazy.

"This...this is too..."

His mother, Xiaoshan Gaoya, looked at the table full of delicacies. For the first time, a hint of panic appeared in her eyes, which always showed a certain degree of careful calculation. "Guangzhi-kun, how much...how much is this going to cost? It's too expensive, really too expensive!"

"Yes, Hiroshi-kun, we can just have some set meals." The eldest sister Masae also agreed. She looked at the high-end ingredients that were rarely seen even on TV and calculated the prices in her mind.

Then her meager salary as a teacher was trembling at this moment.

Even Yoshiharu Koyama was stunned at this moment.

His sharp eyes, as that of a dean of studies, were now filled with shock. He had never seen such a grand spectacle in his life!

"Everyone, feel free to eat. This is just a token of my appreciation." Nohara Hiroshi had a gentle smile on his face. He looked at the shocked expressions of Misae's family, and the vanity of a man in his heart was greatly satisfied.

"This is something Hiroshi-kun prepared specially for everyone."

Meiya puffed out her chest, her rosy face filled with pride. "He said we must use the highest standards to welcome my most important family member."

As soon as she said this, the faces of Koyama Takaya and Masa were instantly filled with emotion.

Even on Yoshiharu Koyama's rock-like face, a barely perceptible loosening appeared.

However, Nohara Hiroshi's performance is not over yet.

As if by magic, he took out beautifully wrapped gifts from the expensive-looking shopping bags beside him.

"Uncle." He placed the rustic wooden box in front of Yoshiharu Koyama with both hands. "I know you like a couple of drinks. This is the 'Fourteenth Generation' Longquan I got through a friend. It's a token of my respect."

Yoshiharu Koyama's pupils suddenly shrank.

Fourteenth generation!

It’s still the legendary Longquan!

Although he was only a local civil servant, he was quite knowledgeable about sake. This bottle of sake had already been sold at a sky-high price in the market. It was a legendary sake that even the most wealthy could not possibly buy!

It’s like Feitian Moutai before the Prohibition of alcohol in China.

It has already gone beyond the category of 'white wine'.

Just take it out and you’ll know.

This shows respect!

Yoshiharu Koyama wanted to refuse and said, "It's too expensive," but his hands on his knees began to tremble uncontrollably. His eyes were like iron filings attracted by a magnet, stuck to the wooden box in front of him and unable to move away.

"Auntie."

Nohara Hiroshi handed Koyama Takaya an exquisite cake box with the "Wako" logo printed on it. "Mi-chan said you like desserts. This is the seasonal limited edition white strawberry mille-feuille that the Ginza Wako main store just released today."

"Oh! It's the limited edition of Wako!" Xiaoshan Gaoya let out a suppressed exclamation, and her eyes, which always had a bit of tenderness, suddenly burst out with a kind of surprise and brilliance belonging to a girl.

"Sister Masae, this is for you." A set of Shiseido's most high-end "The Ginza" skin care series was delivered to the eldest sister Masae.

"Yumsae, this is yours." A Chanel latest lipstick and a box of Dior's five-color eyeshadow palette were handed to the younger sister Yumsae.

For a moment, the entire box was filled with the uncontrollable exclamations of surprise.

The three women of the Xiaoshan family had already been completely melted by this precise and luxurious gift offensive, and each of their faces was filled with joy from the heart.

Only Yoshiharu Koyama was still frozen there, making the final struggle of a stubborn old father.

He looked at his daughters who were overjoyed, at his wife's smiling face, and then at the young man in front of him who had been smiling calmly from beginning to end.

He felt that his solid fortress built of "rules", "tradition" and "dignity" was collapsing inch by inch under the sugar-coated bullets of this young man.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to save the situation.

"Ahem! Um... Hiroshi-kun..."

He finally couldn't resist the temptation of the bottle of "Fourteenth Generation" and spoke slowly in a tone that was almost surrendering.

He wanted to say, kid, you are too wasteful. We will be a family from now on, so there is no need to be so polite.

But when the words came to my lips, they turned into -

"Um...will there be a third season of 'Anzhiju'?"

After he asked this question, he was stunned.

Nohara Hiroshi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then a bright smile broke out on his face.

"Of course, uncle." He picked up the bottle of "Fourteenth Generation", opened it himself, and filled Yoshiharu Koyama's glass. The clear aroma of the wine instantly spread.