Comics, daily stories

No, technically it's not a love story.

When he looked at the next line, Nomiya realized that he had read to the end of the letter.

After reading it again, he put the letter aside, picked up the envelope, turned it over, and pulled out some photos.

Grab them and browse them one by one.

As expected, most of the photos were scenery, with her occupying a small corner. Occasionally, there were one or two photos where she was the main subject, but she was not looking at the camera.

I share the beautiful things with you, but those beautiful things are secondary. What I want to hear is just your feedback about me.

"Yukinoshita-san, you really are troublesome and difficult to deal with."

Murmuring softly to himself, Nomiya put away the photo and the letter paper, and put them away in a hardcover book.

He took out a pen and paper and began to write a reply to her from afar.

Actually, there are some things I want to share with her these days. Of course, they are not too exaggerated, such as I picked up a "wife" or something like that, which I can't tell her yet.

But I have a past, like when I started catching pink shiners in the river, and when the couple next door finally stopped arguing and gave birth to twins. I wanted to tell her about all these things.

After writing the reply, he thought for a moment, then opened the candy box on the table and took out half of it.

You might as well send it to her so that she can share in the joy.

Yukinoshita Miyame sat quietly on the sofa, but her eyes were not fixed on the TV, but on him.

The smile that unconsciously spread to the corners of his mouth, the happiness that was visible to the naked eye, and the active emotions flowing in his eyes.

This was all the first time she had seen it, and it was all about other people.

Yukino is indeed too dangerous. In this situation, if either of them takes another step forward, they may end up in a relationship.

Yukino is only thirteen years old, it is too early to think about these things. Don’t let her come back during the Chinese New Year in the next few years. Let her study hard. After all, the family has a lot of businesses, and she still needs some learning if she wants to manage them well.

His eyes moved slightly, and Yukinoshita Miyame clenched the remote control in his hand. Over the past thousand years, Yukinoshita was the only one who didn't know his identity, but still stayed with him. They started from scratch and walked all the way to the end.

The last person to do this was the ancestor who tied the Yukinoshita family to him.

"Gong Yu, I'm going out for a while."

Nomiyama held the envelope, stood up and looked at her, and finally explained: "Go send a letter to a friend."

Yukinoshita Miyame quickly stood up: "I'll go with you."

"Hmm?" Nomi-san looked at her in confusion.

Yukinoshita Miyame felt a little embarrassed: "You came back early this afternoon. Actually, we were short of some ingredients at home, and I didn't have time to buy them."

Nomiyama didn't care: "I'll just go buy it."

"No!" Yukinoshita Miyame said firmly, then lowered her head slightly.

"I have to pay something to live here all the time. The daily meals can be considered as my rent."

Nomiyama looked at her quietly.

Yukinoshita Miyasame kneaded the edge of her T-shirt with her fingers. She didn't choose to look up at him, but just lowered her head and said, "I am..."

"I just want to go shopping with you. I've never experienced this before..."

"Alright." Nomi-san turned and walked towards the entrance, "But I have to go and sort out the mail first."

"Yeah! I know." Yukinoshita Miyame followed him and expressed her understanding.

......

In the supermarket, Nomiyama was walking forward with a cart, and Yukinoshita Miyame followed closely behind him.

"Kaze, meat."

Yukinoshita Miyame grabbed the corner of his clothes and pointed to the meat area.

Nomi-san took a glance and saw that the meat there was slightly red under the light, looking fresh and beautiful.

Pulling the cart, he continued walking. "It's okay. There's discounts on meat at the export counter. Leaving it in the refrigerator for a day doesn't affect the quality. It's just that Japanese people are more obsessed with the concept of 'freshest'."

"Oh, good."

After walking for a while, the corner of his clothes was pulled again.

"Feng Zao, Fish."

This time, Nomiyama stopped and looked at the active fish in the aquatic area. He nodded and said, "Well, I really need to buy this one."

He grabbed the scoop net and started scooping the fish himself without waiting for the staff to come.

"You're here to buy fish again, Fuhaya? After Yukino left, you can't catch any fish to eat?"

Nomi Yamate stopped, looked up, and looked at the uncle who was killing the fish with a gloomy gaze.

"I never went to the Air Force."

The fish killer narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yeah, haha."

Nomiyama didn't bother to pay attention to him. These people always didn't believe in him, as if as long as he came to buy fish, he would be out of luck.

But I really never go air force.

Picking up the fish and handing it to him, Nomiya waited quietly beside him.

The fish butcher raised his knife and said, "Do you want fish soup, Feng Zao? We have plenty today. We can give it to you. We won't eat it anyway."

Nomiyama thought about it and nodded: "Okay."

The fish butcher scraped the scales and shook his head slightly: "I don't know why you like eating that."

Nomiyama had an expression that said, "You haven't seen the world yet. Use some heavy ingredients to remove the fishy smell from the fish bubbles. They will be delicious after stewing. This is a cooking method I learned from Chinese cuisine. Even someone like Yukinoshita who doesn't like spicy food will try a few bites."

"Maybe." The fishmonger wrapped the fish, then took out a bag of fish balls from under the table, turned around and handed it to him, smiling, "By the way, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Well, you say." Nomiyama took it and threw it into the cart.

"I remember Fenghaya had good grades?"

"Probably the best of the bunch, better than Yukinoshita." Nomiyama looked at him, "Uncle Kato, just say what you want to say. A fish killer can't beat around the bush."

Uncle Kato was obviously a little embarrassed. He rubbed his hands and said, "My daughter is in junior high school like you. I recently asked her about her school life, and she seemed to be having trouble understanding her studies."

"She doesn't have many friends, and her family is busy and can't help her with her tutoring, and they rarely pay attention to her."

Nomiyama thought that description was a bit strange. What did you mean by "I rarely notice her"? Could your daughter be invisible?

"Excuse me, could you please lend me your class notes? I'm thinking of taking them back and transcribing them for her. It should help with my studies."

Nomiyama shook his head: "Uncle, I'm a genius and don't take notes. If Yukinoshita were here, she could help you."

Uncle Kato was obviously choked.

Nomiyama added, "But you can give me her test papers after the exam. I can write down the solutions to the questions she got wrong and show them to her. If she works hard enough, she can improve. Forget about tutoring, I'm lazy."

Uncle Kato smiled happily: "Okay, thank you so much for your patience."

Nomiya stared at him without saying a word.

Uncle Kato was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me. Wait a minute, I'll find you a sea bream to steam."

"No, that's not what I meant."

Uncle Kato was stunned again.

Nomiyama's eyes were dim, and his words were dim: "I'm not in the Air Force."

"..."

Yukinoshita Miyame stretched out her hand to cover the corners of her mouth that were about to curl up.

After leaving the aquatic area, the two walked around the supermarket. On the way, Yukinoshita Miyame made a special trip to the poultry area.

When the two of them met in front of the cashier counter, Yukinoshita Miyame took out her bank card.

"No need, use mine this time and yours later." Nomiya pressed her hand.

"But..." Yukinoshita Miyame was about to say something.

Nomi-san just looked at her.

"Oh." Yukinoshita Miyame lowered her head.

While checking out, Yukinoshita Miyame saw a black hairband.

Blinking, she looked at the other person.

Nomiyama handed her the hairband and walked out with the convenience bag.

"You must really like this thing, staring at it for several seconds."

Yukinoshita Miyame held the hairband tightly in her hand, followed quickly with a bright smile.

"Yeah, I like it very much."

Because it is the same style and color as the one on your wrist.

Nomiyama didn't answer, but just walked forward quietly.

"Fenghaya, can we still come to the supermarket together tomorrow?"

"No, the ingredients prepared for today are enough."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"No, the day after tomorrow will be enough."

"And the day after tomorrow?"

"..."

Chapter 4.7: The Advantage is in Me (k -in-)

When she received the call, Yukinoshita Miyame was curled up in the kotatsu, squinting her eyes, as if she was about to hibernate.

The phone rang, and she quickly stretched her hand out from under the kotatsu and grabbed the phone. Until she saw the caller's name, she looked disgusted and answered the call.

The voice was cold: "Yoshino, I should have told you not to bother me unless it's something important."

Yes, don't disturb them unless it's important. And in Chiba, the Yukinoshita family basically won't encounter any important things.

Mr. Yoshino's voice was apologetic, "Sorry, ma'am, this time it's the eldest lady's business."

Narrowing her eyes, Yukinoshita Miyame spoke coldly: "What did she do?"

"The eldest lady took some money from the company for her own use this afternoon."

Yukinoshita Miyayu's voice became even colder: "You guys, can't even take care of the company's money?"

"The young lady..." Mr. Yoshino finally found an adjective, "She is getting more and more powerful."

After taking a few deep breaths, Yukinoshita Miyame decided to deal with this matter first: "If she doesn't have enough money, you all know what she's going to do, right?"

"The young lady seems to have hired a group of people and bought a bunch of fireworks. Maybe she wants to set off fireworks?"

Yukinoshita Miyayu looked up at the sky, which was about to turn dark. A sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Notify the Chiba police station and arrest all those people. Tell them that fireworks can only be set off within designated areas in Chiba City."

"Oh, and by the way, arrest Yang No, she is the main culprit."

"Well, Madam..." Mr. Yoshino hesitated. "After all, the young lady is from the Yukinoshita family. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to go to the police station?"

"Yeah, so just scare her a little."

Yukinoshita Miyame raised her lips slightly: "Let the police list her crimes. Oh, remember, we have to wait until she separates from that Nomiyama classmate."

"Good lady."

......

To be honest, Nomiyama really likes Chiba's winter.

The warm kotatsu was finally put to use, the scarf could finally be hung around the neck, the wind took shape and began to sway the snow all over the sky.

This city always likes snow, which seems to have become a necessity in winter.

"Your Inage Junior High School has recently produced a little celebrity."

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at Yang No across the fire. She was wearing a down jacket, with her fishing rod casually placed on the side. She was squatting and warming her hands by the fire.

Well, for a genius who can’t catch a single fish all year round, that fishing rod is just a decoration.