In a fairly spacious living room, three steaming dishes are served on a square brown dining table, namely potato stew, miso soup, and fried steak.

The appearance of each dish is not inferior to that made by the chef of a five-star hotel, and the rich aroma is coiled in the air, so that the person at the table can smell it if he takes a light breath, thus arousing the cravings in the abdomen.

Tamako pulled out a chair and sat down, took a deep breath, and praised with an intoxicated face: "Mom's craftsmanship is getting better and better, just smelling it makes me feel like I can't wait to put my mouth down." ”

Ryoko Okura unbuttoned her white apron, put it on top of the cupboard, and then walked out, quipped with a smile: "You, you think everything you eat is delicious, a little gluttonous cat." ”

She pursed her lips and resolutely refused to admit that she was a little gluttonous cat, a name that damaged the image of a beautiful girl, and said with a heartfelt word: "I'm not a gluttonous cat!" It's clear that my mother is too delicious, if you don't believe it, you can ask Qingjun. ”

As soon as he heard the topic on himself, Muto Qing came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Yes, you can't blame Tamako for this, it's all to blame Auntie for making the food so delicious." ”

Ryoko smiled, showing the style of a mature woman: "You are all the same, a little gluttonous cat and a little gluttonous cat, just a good match." ”

Yuzi's face was covered with red glow, and she shyly defended: "Cai, it's not like that." After that, she felt a little unhappy in her heart, her eyes quietly looked at the other side, and found that Qingjun's expression had not changed, and her heart suddenly became empty.

It's uncomfortable to feel like you're the only one who cares about it.

"Stupid," Tamako muttered in a very low voice.

If it weren't for Okura Mengxue's good ears, she almost didn't hear it, she thought to herself that her son was a little sluggish in this regard, and he didn't know how to seize the opportunity.

No, I have to help explain, she rolled her eyes and said to the other side: "Xiaoqing, what are you thinking about with an absent-minded appearance?" ”

Muto Qing was slightly stunned, and chuckled: "I just think this atmosphere is good, it's different from eating alone usually, and it feels like home." ”

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere on the table changed suddenly, Okura Mengxue's eyes spread, and her heart seemed to be torn apart, she hurriedly got up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Ryoko sighed in her heart, remembering the scene she encountered on the street many years ago, and looked at Muto Qing's eyes gradually gentle: "Silly boy, we are originally a family, you can move here today, and you can save Tamako from running up and down every day." ”

"Hmm." Muto Qing nodded silently, wondering if he had said the wrong thing? He just said what he felt in his heart, why did they all have tears in their eyes, and they looked at him like they looked at a terminally ill patient, full of pity and distress.

In short, the atmosphere at the scene was a little depressing.

Not long after, Okura Yuyuki sorted out her mood and returned to the table again, her eyes were slightly red and her eyes were puffy, which could prove that she had just cried.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Ryoko hurriedly clapped her hands and smiled: "Okay, the rare good dishes will be cold if you don't eat them, so hurry up and eat them." ”

"That's right, come, Xiaoqing, eat a steak," Okura Mengxue naturally walked around to the opposite side, sat next to Muto Qing, and very intimately picked up a steak in his bowl.

Okura Tamako raised her eyebrows, she hadn't forgotten the scene she had just watched, and when she saw the scene of picking vegetables again, her fighting spirit rose in her heart!

"Qingjun, eat more potatoes, it's easy to get fat when you eat meat," she smiled and picked up a potato, got up and put it in the Muto green bowl, and pressed it on the steak by the way, to show that she could get the dish better.

This is a very girlish little move, mature adults will tolerate it, but Okura Mengxue wants to fill her son's lonely dining life in the cold past, she thinks to herself that even if you are the future daughter-in-law, you can't stop me from loving Xiaoqing and standing aside obediently!

Therefore, Okura Mengxue scooped up the miso soup with a spoon and poured it into his bowl, and said in a gentle voice: "It's still too dry to eat alone, and it's easy to pour some soup to match." ”

Yuzi became more and more angry when she heard this, thinking that you are my aunt! Actually affectionate, softly soaked beside Qingjun, so think about your age, don't rely on your beautiful appearance to be a female high school student, the years are not so easy to fool the knife of the past.

Filled with indignation, she picked up a piece of meat again.

Cracking sound! Invisibly, two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other, colliding with strong electric sparks. The atmosphere at the dinner table has changed from a warm family to a war song of war, and they are each sandwiched once.

After a while, the rice bowl in front of Muto Qing was already piled up three points high, and they still didn't stop the action of picking up the vegetables, he had to say loudly: "The dishes are enough, if you clip them again, all the dishes on the table will enter my mouth alone." ”

Yuzi made a move, and suddenly found that there were so many dishes in his bowl that it was terrifying, so he quickly withdrew his chopsticks and said, "Eat more to grow stronger." ”

"Yes," Okura Mengxue echoed, but he didn't continue to pick up vegetables, just now that he was crazy about picking vegetables, now that he thinks about it, he feels that it makes people blush, how can he compete with children.

Muto Qing rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to their crooked arguments, picked up the bowl, and prepared to eat.

Ryoko Okura stopped with a smile: "Qingjun, before eating, you have to say that I'm going to start, it's a kind of etiquette." ”

He remembered this custom, when he used to eat, Yuzi would not stare at it like this, whether he said that I was going to start, he could eat if he wanted.

It was a kind of connivance of Yuzi, perhaps in her subconscious, she also felt that such etiquette was troublesome, so she didn't force it.

Of course, in such an occasion, this sentence is naturally unavoidable. He put down his rice bowl helplessly, folded his hands and said, "I'm going to move." With that, he picked up the bowl and began to eat in large gulps.

Gradually, the atmosphere returned to mildness, not as tense as it had just been, the four of them ate silently, no one spoke, Muto Qing enjoyed this atmosphere very much.

Unlike the silence of eating in the palace before, the silence here does not make people feel oppressive and empty, it seems more natural and harmonious.

After eating, Muto Qing put down his chopsticks, got up and said, "I'll go back and pack my things first." ”

Okura Mengxue stopped eating, raised his head and said seriously: "Xiaoqing, after eating, it is polite to say thank you for your hospitality." ”

He was slightly stunned, sat down again, folded his hands and said, "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

"Well, this is a good child," Meng Xue nodded with a smile, and a sense of accomplishment surged in her heart, thinking that what she had just said was very much in line with her motherhood.

Muto Qing sighed in his heart, it's so troublesome.