It was noon, and the television replayed the shocking news that the Minister of Defense had finally died in the hospital. The screen was cut to a clip of his secretary bowing and an official speech, and the whole news lasted for a total of one minute, and was broadcast to the rest of the country again.

Miyamoto Moko listened to the continuation of the news while chopping vegetables, only frowning slightly.

This is the cottage where she lives in Sendai, and because she lives alone, she doesn't have too many clutter to tidy up, and it looks very clean. But she now cooks far more than one person can eat, the rice in the rice cooker alone is about three people, and there are two more eels, which are now being fried.

There was a knock at the doorway.

"Wait a minute!"

Mozi shouted loudly, and made a few quick stir-fry movements, loading the fried brown eel onto a porcelain plate. Although there was another fish in the pot, she immediately left the kitchen and hurried towards the entrance in small steps.

"Welcome ......"

"I can smell the aroma through the door!"

The guest outside the door was none other than Mito Aoyama, wearing denim trousers and a silk pullover, and combing a ponytail cheerfully: "Don't entertain me yet, hurry up and cook last night, I heard the sound of your frying spoon." ”

Mozi put the slippers at the door: "Then I will ignore you, there is still a fish missing!" ”

It's true that no one is polite to anyone, Mozi runs back to the house after completing the necessary work, and Midong puts the handbag in the shoe cabinet and has to be responsible for locking the door. When she changed into slippers and entered the house, she saw Mozi vigorously stir-frying the second eel, and she had no time to take care of her.

"The fish will serve me to the table, and then the meal will be served!"

"Okay, okay...... Wow, did so much? ”

"Haven't you always been able to eat?"

There's no reason to make three portions in one go, and the point is to enjoy the deliciousness of the dishes, but it doesn't matter, it's a guest from afar, and you can be entertained however you want. Midong diligently cooked, serving rice on a plate, and saw that there was still a pot of miso soup that had been slow cooking for a long time.

"Actually, miso ...... Well, at least it's better than miso soup in Korea. ”

In the hot summer, the air conditioner in the house desperately cooled down, which allowed Meidong to eliminate the sweat left by the journey. As for Mozi, who started preparing for the guests early, he had a five-minute effort, and he fried the last plate of fish, which was not considered to be a snub to the guests. And she clearly saw that Midong obviously had a feeling of forcing a smile, and she was obviously preoccupied.

"I've eaten and drunk, and I've drunk it, so let's explain the specific situation?"

She sat at the end of the dining table, watched Meidong quickly eat most of the fried eel, raised her eyebrows and said, "Suddenly I said that I was going to be a guest, and I chose such a time point, it's so weird." Now that Minister Kishida has died, isn't it time to be busy, Mito-san? ”

"Busy is going to be busy, but that's all about Eguchi, can I not even spare a day?" Midong waved her hand and smiled, but she also realized that her bad mood was exposed, so she put down her chopsticks and said, "You know, Mozi, I was going to ask you why I came here suddenly, but now I am suddenly not interested." ”

It's not so much that I'm not interested, but I'm not in the mood.

Why this meal was arranged at home, and why it was going north at this time, Mozi knew it in his heart. She can be said to be the one who knows Midon's secrets best, even if the most important thing is the shared state, how can she not know what she is thinking. The TV hasn't been turned off yet, and although the news has been replayed, as long as it's still on a news show, who wouldn't think about it?

"I did it twice, and both times I had an accident."

Midong began to complain as scheduled, which is the fundamental purpose of her trip north: "First Ichiro Mizutun jumped off the building, and then Mrs. Kishida's domestic violence, although it was not directly caused by me, but the root cause was also me." What do you mean by this, the so-called unpredictability in quantum theory, or the so-called karma in theology? Last time, I could still make excuses for myself, but this time, even if it's directly because of me, right? ”

Suddenly, it seemed that there was no end to it, but Mozi listened very carefully and explained the whole process in detail. She didn't react immediately after listening to it, and ate slowly with small bites, but her eyes were deep, and she was also contemplative. Fortunately, after Meidong's words, he did not start the gushing mode, and his appetite was not small, eating a lot of food, and a lot of vegetables.

"Ordinary people can only see the glory and wealth of the king, but they cannot see the toil and toil of the whole country that he needs to govern."

After a while, when the eel in his dish was eaten, Mozi said: "You can get huge benefits from these two things, then you must pay for them." After all, this is not really pie in the sky, it is not a Mark Six lottery, since you have obtained a huge benefit by unconventional means, conscience is condemned or something, that is, part of the cost. There are so many things, but the form is different, and there must be something to pay. ”

Midong eats quickly, and at this time she has eaten half a plate of fried chicken nuggets and half a bowl of miso soup. She gulped down the rice, obviously feeling very uncomfortable, but her appetite was not affected at all: "Are you comforting me, or are you teaching me?" ”

"Well, which one do you wish it would be?"

It's a difficult question to answer.

Midong had to stop eating.

Minister Kishida died, and the pace had reached the moment for the media to take the stage, and the first thing Midong did when she took a break was to go north. As early as before leaving, she simply complained to Mozi, don't look at the calm expression when she walked into the ward, but looking at Mrs. Kishida's hanging beam, God knows how much she was stimulated. It's no wonder that she's gobbling it up now, anyone who eats less than three meals will be hungry, and that's when she'll have no appetite.

"If you never do it again...... Loss-making rhythm. ”

After being silent for a long time, she picked up two more pieces of fried chicken and put them into her stomach: "But if you continue to do it, there is a risk that your conscience will be condemned again." But if I take the condemnation of conscience as a cost, it is theoretically acceptable, but it is only theoretical, maybe my heart is getting harder? What's more, if there are only two times in total, who stipulates that the third time will still be like this, and it is too good to say that it is only three? ”

"It's good if you're happy......"

Mozi knows that this kind of thing cannot be solved by casual persuasion by others, and everything depends on the person concerned. But now that she has become a tree hole, she does have the duty to comfort people, especially if the other party is still Midong-san.

She smiled leisurely: "Lunch will be eaten by you, do you have any plans next?" ”