"Oh, good morning."

Miyamoto Ryuzo was on a mahogany cane, full of energy in the early morning, and stood at the end of the long table, nodding to the four family members in turn.

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Come on, it's time for breakfast." Reina, serve. ”

"Yes, Lord of the Lord." The maid Reina gave the order and quickly walked out of the living room.

Midong sat down with everyone, and suddenly felt apprehensive in her heart. The position of the chief on the right side is one higher than his parents, and he is parallel to his grandmother, so he should be disrespectful, right?

"Ah...... Mozi. ”

At this time, I saw the old man Ryuzang walking around the table, walking from the right side to the head of the long table, and affectionately evoking her name.

"Hey, Moko!"

Sitting second on the left, her young stepfather was stunned and urged, "Hurry up and help your grandfather." ”

"Huh? Ah, hi! ”

Midong was stunned for a moment, quickly got up and stepped forward, and gently hugged her grandfather's arm.

"Well, sure enough, Mozi is still the most filial and old."

The grandfather sighed with emotion, squinting his eyes, obviously enjoying his granddaughter's support. He didn't walk fast, not as fast as he had walked into the restaurant before, as if he was afraid that this time would pass too quickly.

I only heard the young stepfather speak again: "That's right, Mozi is my grandfather's favorite child." ”

After speaking, he looked at his elderly wife with a look of admiration; Shizuko Miyamoto also smiled at him, and then looked at her filial daughter, who was so proud; The grandmother sat on the left side of the chief, looking at the audience majestically and gently, as if in agreement with her son-in-law's speech, and nodded slightly.

Midong looked at the subtle reactions of all the people present, didn't say a word, just helped her grandfather to take a seat, and then sat next to him.

"Mozi, I'm getting up late today."

The old man looked at Meidong with a smile, raised his wrinkled left hand, gently put his white and tender right hand on her and said, "It really made my grandfather wait for a while, but it doesn't matter, it just so happens that my grandfather also has news to watch, what does it matter if he eats or something, and it doesn't matter if he is late." ”

Midong just kept smiling. It was the grandmother opposite her, whose eyelids were lowered, and said in a tone of frustration in yin and yang: "Master, it is inappropriate to be late after all, and I have asked Moko to transcribe thirty haiku poems by Matsunaga Joan of Arc and hand them over to me at breakfast tomorrow." ”

Besides, it was the time for Midong to sigh in her heart. What other haiku is there for the poet of Narausch, how has she ever known about these sunny and snowy things? Fortunately, it's just a copy, but if it comes to calligraphy, it's just her two stinky characters of dragons and phoenixes......

But he saw the old man Longzang wave his hand and said: "Tsk, what to copy, Mozi learns these things every day, can it be regarded as punishment?" Speaking of which, I still miss the sound of the shamisen, Moko, when I'm free, let's play a song for my grandfather. ”

Grandmother's admonition was thus overridden by a word from the lord, but Midong had no sense of relief at all, because the problem was obviously more serious. Shamisen or something, that damn thing she knows, plucked musical instruments or something, Miyamoto Moko, you damn Biike, what are you doing with all this nonsense!?

“…… Sure enough, rich girls are not so easy to pretend. ”

After a short time, the maid Rena pushed the food cart back to the restaurant. A porcelain plate for one person, an orange egg cake with three thumb-thick grilled sausages, a red wine glass with an appropriate amount of white water, and a white glazed porcelain cup poured fragrant milk tea. Everyone in the audience folded their hands and said "I'm moving" in a regular manner, and then each picked up the delicate knife and fork.

Midong stared at everyone's movements, mimicking their actions.

She sat upright, her back straight, her elbows never on the table, and she had already watched the practices of her relatives and wrap her napkins, and followed all the Western food etiquette she knew. As for the food, one is a golden and crispy omelet, and the other is a hot grilled sausage, which one should you eat?

It's no longer the time to rummage through the trash cans on the streets, so you can put the delicious food in the back and enjoy it slowly. After thinking about it for a while, Mei Dong didn't pay attention to the grilled sausage, and with the mentality of trying it first, she cut a piece of orange and crispy egg cake.

"Hmm, it's delicious!"

With a crispy and mellow skin and a soft and sweet inside, the taste buds are instantly treated to the multi-layered taste of Chigo. Absolutely unexpectedly delicious, Mei Dong didn't even think about it, and blurted out with heartfelt emotion.

But in the next second, she suddenly realized that she had just done something stupid.

The grandmother and stepfather, who were sitting across from her, and the beautiful mother next to her left hand, all stopped what they were doing and looked at her in surprise.

"Ah...... Belch...... Well, it's delicious. ”

Mei Dong hurriedly put on the most appropriate expression, and cut another piece of egg cake with a smile: "Sure enough, I was tired yesterday, and this morning I have a great appetite, and I am about to treat it as a royal feast for a simple breakfast." ”

The family laughed, and the mother Shizuko was the first to talk, and the handsome young stepfather spoke immediately, and the gentle and majestic grandmother slowly followed, so that it was a beautiful scene of family joy.

Moko of the Miyamoto family ran away from home for a few days on a whim, and when she returned home, she not only got up late, but also ate breakfast. Judging by what they were talking about, it was even an interesting topic to have fun at a banquet.

As they talked, Meidong didn't say anything more, just silently bowed her head and ate her breakfast.

The quiche was amazingly delicious, crispy and tender, and Midon chewed as slowly as she could, but she still ate it twice as fast as her young stepfather. As for the two elderly people in the family, they only enjoyed a third of it at this time, of course, this is also related to the fact that they are drinking milk tea, cutting sausages, and chatting.

After eating all the omelets, Midon cut a piece of sausage, inserted the fork, and this time, somewhat carefully put it into her mouth.

Sure enough, it was another style of Chigao enjoyment, but this time, she controlled her mouth very rationally.

Three crispy, thumb-sized sausages are served on a white-glazed porcelain dish and served on a fine fork. Such a three-piece combination, any single one, is something that Meidong has never touched.

The last time you ate stuffed ham sausage, what was it to celebrate?

"Everyone."

At this time, I heard the old man Longzang suddenly speak: "This morning, I am going to announce something. ”

When these words were spoken, the three elders present immediately put away their knives and forks and sat upright, even Grandmother Chiyo. Meidong immediately swallowed the food in her mouth, also straightened her slender waist, and looked at the old man nearby.

I saw that his face was full of wrinkles and stretched, and he grinned meaningfully.

"About the day after tomorrow, the holding of a family meeting."