The teeth were stuck in rice cakes and made a crisp sound, which was extremely warm.

When the soft and glutinous rice cake is stretched and bitten off, there will be a winter Chinese atmosphere.

Kiyoro Rin was stained with a little sugar and flipped through the album while eating.

The two people quarrel that Watanabe's mother imagined did not exist at all.

"Miki, do you eat it?" Tsuku Watanabe walked over.

Miki Kujo didn't say whether to eat or not: "Come here to blow my hair."

She handed the hair dryer to Toru Watanabe and took the plate containing rice cakes and soy sauce in his hand.

Watanabe Tetsu put his finger into her long, straight hair, which was wet and there was still a while before she could get dry.

He first used his own hands to test the temperature and demeanor of the hair dryer, and wanted to adjust it to the right gear.

After finishing this set of movements, I remembered that Miki Kujo herself had already adjusted it.

Gently fiddling her hair, the other hand holding a hairdryer was blowing a little further away.

Miki Kyujo was soy sauce and stuttered with rice cakes.

"Is it delicious?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"Generally, it's mainly because of hair blowing soreness."

""

When her hair was almost dry, Miki Kyujo returned the plate to Toru Watanabe, and she took two rice cakes each.

Watanabe Shiro could only eat the sugar she had stained with, but it was the only one left of Rin Kiyono.

Everything has been used.

Poor Toru Watanabe’s experience of eating rice cakes.

On December 27, as the end of the year approached, Watanabe's home began to clean up.

"Ah" Shiro Watanabe sticks out his butt, pushes the rag, and sprints back and forth in the corridor.

"What are you doing?" Kiyono Rin, who had a headscarf on her head, held a rag in her hand, turned into a housewife and asked in dissatisfaction.

"Wasting the floor, what's wrong?" Watanabe Shiro looked up in confusion.

"Then why are you calling so loud? Kid?"

"Class Kiyono, you don't understand it now. The cleaning is a painful thing for me, so I have to make it interesting."

"It's fun to be yelling?"

"Of course not. The so-called fun is, for example, just now, when I was trying to sprint quickly, I saw if I could blow your skirt up by the wind. When I thought of this possibility, it would be no longer hard to wipe the floor."

"Are you a pervert?"

"No, no, no." Watanabe Shiro shook his head seriously, "Blowing up your skirt is definitely not my purpose. Working easily is what I want."

"I understand what you mean." Kiyono Rin nodded, "You are indeed a pervert."

"Whatever you say, child, perverted, childish? I don't care about other people's opinions. By the way, I also learned this from Lord Kiyono."

"You care about this pervert." Kiyono Rin held his forehead with his hand and said helplessly: "I don't remember teaching you these."

"This is called learning from other things, learning from one example and applying it to the other, and three points in one corner. One knows ten things when hearing it, asking a cow and horse, and using the subtleties."

"Xiao Che!" Watanabe's mother's voice came from the living room.

"Here you come!"

Shirabetsu hangs a wet rag to the bucket, and walks around the corridor in front of the entrance hall and into the living room.

Watanabe Zhi stood in front of the phone.

Miki Kujoo huddled in the quilt, laying on the ground, holding her head with her left hand and flipping through Toru Watanabe's previous summer observation diary with her right hand.

Where did that thing come out?

"Honma's family calls you and asks you to get persimmon cakes." Watanabe's mother said.

"Now?"

Seeing that he was a little reluctant, Watanabe's mother asked in surprise: "When did you like cleaning so much?"

"No one can remain the same. It's just a matter of time before I like it if I'm so interested in cleaning."

Watanabe's mother didn't understand her son who had been in Tokyo for more than half a year, so she was too lazy to ask.

"Remember to take Natto, go and go back quickly, come back early to help clean."

"Okay, I'll go on a motorcycle." Watanabe Tetsu responded.

When he left, he noticed Miki Kujo lying in the furnace.

She will definitely not do anything like cleaning. If she keeps going like this, even if she understands that rich people don’t have to clean themselves, Watanabe’s mother may be dissatisfied with her.

"Meiji, Meiji, my Meiji."

"what?"

"Go with me?"

"Don't go."

"Isn't it agreed? I'll ride the Honda wolf to take you for a ride."

“Can you drive with a motorcycle?”

"At that time, Gregory Parker rode a scooter, carrying European princess Audrey Hepburn, wandering around the streets and alleys of Rome. Today, I, Toru Watanabe, also rode a scooter, and took the island princess Miki to walk all over the country roads in Sawamura."

"The two of them were not together in the end in "Roman Holiday".

"Don't confuse movies with reality, Audrey Hepburn is not a princess at all." Watanabe Tsuki said without caring.

Miki Kujo let out a breath with her nose and slowly stood up impatiently.

"Hurry up, I'll get the natto and the cart." Tsuku Watanabe explained and walked towards the place where the natto is placed at home.

Natto is wrapped in straw, and the style is like a big white rabbit milk candy.

There were four bundles in total. Watanabe Tsuki took one bundle and sprinkled the powdered [qi and blood medicine] on the other three bundles to ensure that they could not be seen.

There are not many three, but it is enough to keep Watanabe's father healthy and not sick for a period of time.

In the coming year, just keep putting it in the natto.

As for my mother, Tsuku Watanabe was thinking about whether to put honey in it or to put the medicine in when serving the soup.

There are also Miki Kyujo and Rin Kiyono.

These days, they are in the countryside all day and secretly give them some food. They think it is because of the good weather in the countryside and the more exercise they have.

Watanabe Tsubaki took the trapped natto and walked to the warehouse.

He removed the Honda Little Wolf's cargo box.

Miki Kujo glanced at the back seat of "It's absolutely uncomfortable to sit in": "You just let me sit in this?"

"It's not very good." Shiro Watanabe nodded, "Let's just walk? It's not far."

"No." Miki Kyujo smiled, as if thinking of something fun, "I'll take you."

"You ride? Do you know how?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"What's the difficulty of motorcycles? What's more, the Honda Wolf."

What's wrong with Honda Little Wolf? Global sales exceed 100 million!

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I can't see anyone at Sawamura, and I won't bump into someone, let alone him.

"Okay, it's also fun to have the princess take me."

Toru Watanabe rode the Honda wolf onto the road first, then sat in the back seat, and Mihiko Kujo sat in front of him.

"Don't worry, twist the accelerator. Even if I fall, I will put it under you and prevent you from getting hurt." said Toru Watanabe.

"Can't you carry me down or hold me up with your feet before falling down?" Miki Kujo turned around and said.

The two faces were very close.

Watanabe Toru could see the excitement and expectation in her eyes.

"Isn't it better to say this? It seems that I love you more."

"Don't say it nicely." Miki Kyujo turned around and "set out."

"Meiji, wait, wait, slower!"

In just three seconds, the front wheel of the car plunged into the canal.

Toru Watanabe held Miki Kujo and jumped off the car first.

The two stood there, looked at the car, and looked at each other.

"Motorcycles are indeed not difficult, the one that is difficult is the Honda wolf." said Toru Watanabe.
To be continued...