At dinner time, Takeshita Kusaoke, who sat at the table, still sat in the position that belonged to him. I'm patiently waiting for Kitagawa Kako to serve the food.,On the other hand, I'm in a good mood and look at the little Lori Kitagawa Miyuki sitting in the north position.。 So far, he feels that it is too much trouble for the Japanese to eat. At the end of a meal, there are enough bowls, large and small, and the amount of content in each bowl is really small.

From the bottom of my heart, I like the little Lori in front of me, and I smiled: "Miyuki, you're getting more and more cute." When you grow up, you don't know how many boys will become your followers and fall under your pomegranate skirt. ”

Kitagawa Miyuki, who habitually puts her right index finger into her mouth and sucks when she smells delicious food, although she doesn't understand his last sentence very well, she completely understands the meaning of his previous sentence. She never gets tired of being praised by the other party for being cute, and her beautiful big eyes instantly become crescents, and she does not hide it, and she will not hide anything to reveal the joy in her heart.

"Miyuki, why did you put your fingers in your mouth again? Didn't I tell you many times? You'll have a lot of bacteria on your fingers. It's unhygienic and you're going to get sick. Why don't you always listen to your mother and can't teach it? Kitagawa Kako, who brought the miso soup to the table, looked at her daughter's bad problem with her eyebrows tightly locked.

Miyuki Kitagawa, who took the index finger of her right hand out of her mouth, suddenly became cloudy when she was still sunny a moment ago. The two small lips of pink are so high, she is so high, and she becomes unhappy when she is criticized by her mother. The eye circles were slightly red, revealing some of Kitagawa Miyuki, who wanted to cry impulsively, and the corners of her mouth on both sides were downward, and she still didn't try to cry. understands that howling a few times is useless, and will only make her mother further unhappy, but she is very small, after all, she has unconsciously had an upward fighting spirit.

Busy with work, Kitagawa Miyuki, who served all the dishes one by one, was able to sit opposite Takeshita Kussake. She didn't eat directly from the rice bowl, she turned sideways, holding a small bowl for her daughter in her left hand, and a spoon mixed with a small piece of tofu in her right hand, and began to feed Kitagawa Miyuki. And when it comes to change, it is very unprincipled Kitagawa Miyuki, as soon as she saw her mother feeding herself, she turned from sadness to joy, her eyebrows opened her eyes and smiled, and she opened her mouth very cooperatively, and ate with relish.

Deliberately like clearing his throat, Takeshita Mustard, who gently "umped" twice, solemnly announced to them a good news of his own: "My short story "Rashomon" submitted by the literary spring and autumn has been approved, and it will be met with readers in the latest issue of the novel publication. ”

Kitagawa Kako, who stopped and continued to feed her daughter, put a small spoon in her right hand into a small bowl, and put it on the table. She was very happy for Takeshita Kusaoke, as if she had successfully submitted her own work. His attention was suddenly diverted from his daughter's side, and focused on his side, and said with a smile: "Really? That's just great. Takeshita-kun, congratulations. You're amazing. We must celebrate. Before the words fell, she couldn't wait to stand up and walk straight to the refrigerator.

Kako Kitagawa, who took out two cans of cold beer, turned around one and walked back to where she was. She handed the beer in her left hand to Takeshita Grass Mustard, and then she and the other party started to "click" and directly pulled the pull ring. He took the initiative to stretch out the can of beer he held in his right hand and clinked glasses with him, tilted his head slightly, and drank a big sip.

Kitagawa Kako, who slowly sat back on the chair, held the beer can in both hands, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter, full of a lot of expectations: "Takeshita-kun, I have heard for a long time that the novels published by the Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House represent the highest level of writing in Japan. The fact that your short story can be published in their fiction journal is enough to prove that your strength is not ordinary. Tell me how editors evaluate your work. ”

put the beer can in his hand on the table, and he didn't flutter because of this, nor did he boast in front of the beauties, but he became more and more modest and said: "The editor-in-chief of Literature and Art Spring and Autumn praised me as a genius Gogol of Japan. However, I think he is too bad. The great Russian writer Gogol has a world-renowned and well-known masterpiece "The Minister", as well as the immortal "Dead Souls", which is not really finished. And my mere short story is not enough to illustrate anything. Compared with Gogol, I am the light of fire, and I can compete with the bright moon like the other party? ”

Directly said "oh", and Kitagawa Kako, who gave him a thumbs up, looked a little excited and said, "Amazing, it's amazing." Since the editor-in-chief of Wenyi Spring and Autumn has given you such a high evaluation, it proves that you have enough potential to become a world-class writer. I am sure that you will become the first person in Japan to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. When your novel comes out, I'll buy a copy of it. When the time comes, you must sign for me! I can't wait to see your masterpiece Rashomon sooner. ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who was embarrassed by her praise, smiled: "You don't have to wait for "Rashomon" to be published. You really want to see it, you can do it now. The manuscript is stored on my laptop. Otherwise, I'll take the notebook down for you. ”

"Mom, rice, I want to eat. Miyuki's stomach is so hungry. Seeing that the two of them were chatting very speculatively, Miyuki Kitagawa endlessly interjected with a small mouth and protested.

Kitagawa Kako, who only reacted when she reminded her, took the small rice bowl and the small spoon on her left and right hands again, and her eyes still fell on Takeshita Grass Mustard, and said with a smile: "Let's eat first." Later, I'll read your masterpiece again. ”

Takeshita Grass Mustard, who nodded, said a lot of words, and seemed a little dry, so he picked up the beer can on the table, took another big sip, and said without hurry: "People are iron, rice is rigid, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic." This is still the most important thing to eat. As for reading novels, if you're not in a hurry, you can do it at any time. ”