Naturally, the meal was about income.

No matter how much Chiyo Naoko believes in her own species, but the poor student has become an untouchable rich person, and her brain circuits are quite normal, of course, it is even more difficult for her to accept.

But the excellent man is his own son.

Compared with Genshu Ichiro, whose stature is not proportional to his wisdom, Chiyo Naoko was not so easily fooled, and asked Minamoto Yorimitsu to show evidence of various legal incomes.

I expected such a day.

Minamoto prepared a lot of photos in advance, including SMS reminders for bank deposits, photos of Ando Electronics' signing documents, and company valuations searched on the Internet.

Chiyo Naoko finally chose to believe in Minamoto Yorimitsu.

What if you don't believe it?

As a mother, she should be proud of her son who has made achievements, and her suspicion and worry are not the character of her parents.

"Wait, Ah Guang, how much money did you just say?" Chiyo Naoko pushed down the glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked suddenly as she fiddled her fingers into the cloth bag.

"Ten million yen." Yuan Laiguang replied truthfully.

Chiyo Naoko nodded thoughtfully, then picked up the bag at the dining table, leaned in the direction of Minamoto Yorimitsu and asked aloud, "Did you put eight bundles each?" ”

"No, I went to the bank to get it, a bundle of 100." Yuan Laiguang looked at his mother's movements and knew that something was wrong, so he immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and said.

Of course, you can't get 10 million yen at a convenience store.

ATMs also have limits, and for larger amounts like this, you naturally have to go to the bank to handle them, and in the bank, a bundle of 100 Fukuzawa Yukichi is also fixed from the middle with a white note.

Chiyo Naoko took out all the money in the bag, placed it on the dining table in front of her, and asked with a gentle smile on her face, "Then why are there only eight bundles?" ”

Although this was said to Minamoto Yoriko, his face turned to his husband next to him, and his eyes settled on Genshu Ichiro's face, and he couldn't see his smiling eyes when he looked at the husband who buried his face in the bowl.

Feeling the murderous aura next to him, Genki Ichiro gradually sweated on his head.

But his resolute face still maintained unprecedented composure, raised his head like a lake and put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, frowned and looked at Yuan Laiguang opposite, and asked in a questioning tone: "Yes, why are there only eight bundles?" Is it your kid who remembers wrongly! ”

Genshu Ichiro frowned and straightened his broad chest, his eyes suddenly sharpened like an eagle falcon hovering in the sky, and he looked at his son with a righteous face and said in a deep voice:

"Since I was a child, I have taught you to be meticulous in doing things, even if it is a small thing, you must be completely careful, cautious and serious, but it is the foundation of our Genji, this time you obviously took eight bundles and said that it was ten bundles, as a father, I need it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head, and instantly leaned forward to beat Genshu Ichiro's burly body, and a few grains of unchewed rice in his mouth just now squirted out.

This sudden slap stunned everyone, and the loud slap echoed around the room, and Yuan Laiguang felt a little numb just by looking at it.

As for Sakuha, Xiaofu was even more frightened and trembled.

Holding the rice bowl, I was about to bury my head in it.

Chiyo Naoko slapped the table and said angrily, "Bring the money!" ”

The slap of this table made Genshu Ichiro's heart tremble again, and he directly transformed from the tiger just now into a kitten, touched the back of his head and said to his wife with a flattering face: "I really didn't put the money in my pocket, it must be Ah Guang's own mistake, how could I do such a thing..."

"Tonight you go to sleep in the field."

"Wife..."

"It's useless to call my husband."

"Husband..."

"If you want to take it, you will bring it immediately! Look at your trouser pockets are about to burst, and one side is quite symmetrical! I'm afraid I won't find out? I've never seen you so stupid when it comes to hiding money! ”

Chiyo Naoko was angry with her husband, and she slapped it directly, so that Genshu Ichiro, who was still lucky, suddenly became honest, and pitifully took out the money from his trouser pocket and put it on the table obediently, without the majesty and posture of the head of the family at all.

It is hard to imagine what the reason for a burly man of 1.85 meters was trained by his mother, who was only 1.5 meters tall, and suppressed at will with one hand.

Isn't this a paper tiger?

It's so classic.

Classic to the trembling of Sakuha's hand holding chopsticks.

"Oh, don't be afraid, you kid, in fact, your aunt and your uncle are very happy, we have been together for a long time, and it's actually normal for husbands and wives to fight."

Chiyo Naoko seemed to have found out after cleaning up her husband, and the gentle smile just now was quickly hung on her face, and she softly soothed Sakuha's trembling heart.

After saying that, he seemed to feel that he was not convinced enough, for fear of scaring other people's children, so he turned his head to look at his husband beside him, and asked in a soft voice like water, "What do you say?" Ichiro? ”

"Happiness, happiness, I'm so happy..."

Genki Ichiro pulled out a smile that was even more ugly.

It was obvious that he was a little reluctant, but when he felt that his leg under the table was pinched, his face was about to turn the color of pig liver, and Genshu Ichiro nodded busily, vigorously affirming what he had just said.

Chiyo Naoko snorted lightly, picked up the bowl and served soup to everyone, especially the bowl for Sakutsu Koto, there was more fish and tofu than soup, but obviously the little girl was a little flattered.

Especially witnessed the scene where the tiger was directly photographed as a sick cat just now.

In order to show his welcome to his future daughter-in-law, the second elder, who is a countryman, has been preparing since a long time, and although the dishes are simple fried shrimp tempura, fish head miso soup, stew, stir-fried vegetables, etc., the whole table is also filled with sincerity.

After all, the family conditions are poor, and it is impossible to have a big fish and meat.

As everyone put the chopsticks in the palm of their hands, Yuan Laiguang picked out a few stir-fried dishes that seemed to match the taste, picked them up, put them in his mouth, and carefully tasted the taste of the family.

To be honest, it's not too delicious, it's far worse than the restaurant he went in and out of a while ago, but after the faint taste of fat enters his mouth, the taste buds seem to have awakened the previous memory, and a sense of peace of mind arises spontaneously, especially when his parents pick up vegetables back and forth, this feeling is even more violent.

Yuan Laiguang was a little silent eating the crystal rice, and suddenly remembered the taste of his family in his previous life, but the corner of his eye found the abnormality beside him, and turned his head to look at Sakuha Koto who put the chopsticks in his mouth beside her, and there were some tears rolling in the corners of her eyes when she lowered her head at this time.

But because she always likes to keep her head down, her parents didn't find out.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Laiguang turned sideways and asked softly.

Saki Chu Xiaoto's body moved when he heard the sound, he turned his head slightly and tried his best to suppress his emotions, and his voice was slightly hoarse and whispered: "... I think of my mother..."

Yuan Laiguang was silent for a moment when he heard this.

Then quietly reach under the table with your left hand.

He took her hand again.

No resistance, no resistance.

The warmth of the palms blends with each other.

"Me too."

A rare, gentle voice rang out.

It plucked her heart like a string.

Saki Chu Xiaoto felt the heat surging from his palm, and once again subconsciously grasped the hard-won warmth, almost using up his whole body strength.