After ten o'clock in the evening, Kitagawa Kako drove her daughter upstairs to sleep first, and then went to the kitchen. She took out a carton of pure milk from the refrigerator, and took out a large glass cup from the cupboard. I opened the pure milk carton and slowly poured the milky milk into the cup.

Kako Kitagawa put it in the light wave oven and put the milk carton back in the refrigerator while the milk was being heated. After waiting for two minutes, she heard the light wave oven make a "dididi" prompt sound, so she opened it and took out the large glass there. Not only did he smell the unique aroma of milk, but he also turned off the halogen oven.

Kako Kitagawa, who walked out of the kitchen with it, pushed the door directly with her right hand and entered the study downstairs. Her steps were very light, and she almost made a sound, but she quietly came to the front of Takeshita Kusaoji, and gently placed the glass in her hand on the desk.

Stopped Takeshita Kusaoke, who was typing with both hands on the keyboard, raised his head to look at her, and said with concern: "My daughter is asleep?" ”

"What time has it been, and she hasn't slept yet? Don't work too late, after all, staying up late is especially harmful to your body. I drank the milk. Kitagawa Kako, who didn't leave until he drank the milk, was afraid that as soon as he turned around and walked out, he would forget about drinking milk.

In his right hand, he picked up a large glass of Takeshita grass mustard, drank two sips of milk, and said with a smile: "After I finish writing the article "On the Art of Fiction", I will go upstairs to sleep. But now you'll have to give me a rub on my shoulders and cervical spine. These two places have been aching from time to time lately. ”

Kako Kitagawa, who was very happy to serve him, moved her steps around behind him, and then gave him a proper relaxing massage. I was gently rubbing his shoulders. While suggesting: "Tomorrow morning, I will accompany you to the hospital for a relevant examination!" I guess you've probably got frozen shoulder and cervical spondylitis. ”

"Frozen shoulder and cervical spondylitis are both occupational diseases of our writers. In addition to this, we are also very susceptible to lumbar spondylitis. Once you sit for a long time, not only will your buttocks sit bigger than your face, but you will also have hemorrhoids. After the doctor saw it. It's not just about resting and exercising. If I can write a manuscript after a break or exercise, I am more than happy to do exactly what he tells me. But no! All walks of life have their own occupational diseases, so don't worry too much about it. When I'm done, I go upstairs and go back to my room, and then I take a shower and lie down on the bed, and you just put a plaster on the affected area. "I held the glass in the middle with both hands, and I held the grass mustard under Takeshita. Of course, I know that everything has to pay a certain price.

"Seeing you so tired, I feel very distressed." Kako Kitagawa, whose eyes were slightly red, knew that he was a man who dared to take responsibility and had a sense of responsibility. Even if he suffers a lot, he will ensure that their mother and daughter will live well. For this reason, even if he doesn't marry himself in his life and continues to maintain this relationship, he doesn't feel any grievances, after all, Takeshita Kusa has overfulfilled all the obligations of a husband to his wife and children.

"What's there to feel sorry for. I'm very happy. The greatest happiness in life. It is better to have a Japanese woman like you as a wife and a Chinese as a cook. Finally, another Frenchman was the butler. Cooks and housekeepers can be dispensed without, but wives are absolutely indispensable. Raising the palm of her left hand was the Takeshita grass mustard that was gently patted on the back of her hand rubbing her right shoulder, but it was really not a joke.

Kako Kitagawa, who really didn't think she was so virtuous, just did her duty as the vast majority of married Japanese women. In their worldview, outlook on life and values, people have to reflect their own useful value. It is not at all like the many crimes that Chinese husbands have set against Chinese wives.

"You're flamboyant, coaxing us women quite a set! Thankfully, you're a writer, not an actor. Otherwise, many women will be buried in your hands. Flicked off his left hand, but Kitagawa Kako, who was extremely useful in his heart. I enjoy this wonderful feeling of being pampered by my own man.

Takeshita Kusaokei re-grasped the glass with both hands, and drank his own milk. After eating it all, he put the cup with a little milky white milk attached to the glass inner wall on the table. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the shoulder rubbing, cervical spine, and temple press that Kitagawa Kako gave me.

"Today, you and Tomomi must have talked a lot in the kitchen! Look at the way you look at each other, I really don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune? I just don't know if she ever mentioned to you in person that I slept with her? Don't listen to her. That night, we were drunk and slept in our clothes. Speaking of which, though, you have to thank her. If she hadn't asked me to get drunk with her, she wouldn't have prompted me to make that phone call to get you from Tokyo to Kyoto in person. In the end, we did something particularly shameful in a love hotel. "Believing that both boyfriend and girlfriend and husband and wife should be honest with each other, Takeshita Kusaoke, who is pregnant with a Japanese wife, doesn't even mind her husband going to a custom shop to find a custom girl, which is regarded as a stress reliever, so she arbitrarily decided that she would not be so small-bellied.

"You've slept with Tomomi! If you don't say it, I really don't know. Kitagawa Kako, who stopped her movements, was still more or less uncomfortable in her heart. Even if I have thought about it in advance, I am quite jealous.

"It's not as dirty as you think. To put it bluntly, we were just drunk, lying together, and doing nothing. Suddenly realizing that men should not be too honest, and when they should cheat on their wives, they have to decisively cheat Takeshita Kusaoke, opened his eyes, and consciously slapped his disobedient mouth with the palm of his right hand.

"Do you have the heart of a thief or the courage of a thief, or do you have the heart of a thief and the courage of a thief?" Kako Kitagawa questioned him.

"I belong to the third type, and I have neither the heart nor the courage of a thief." Takeshita Mustard, who knew that this kind of thing was unclear with her, didn't want to depict it more and more black, so he urged frankly: "I won't talk nonsense with you." Hurry up and take the glass away, I'll have to get back to writing. Otherwise, Shintaro Ishihara on the right really thought that no one on the left would dare to argue with him. Gotta let this old man know I'm good. Even if you can't make him so angry that he has a heart attack and dies, you have to make the other party so angry that his blood pressure rises and he faints to the ground. (To be continued.) )