After a few more strokes on the paper of the light novel, Mr. Chihara felt noisy when he listened to the voice of his younger sister in his ears.

Why is this woman crying hungry again?

He didn't feel anything.

Glancing up at the clock, it turned out that four hours had passed.

It's also thanks to her that she can listen to light music for four hours, and she really can't bear to play with her mobile phone for so long.

He stretched, tore open the key ring, took out a cabbage and a piece of fresh meat from his sister's refrigerator, and returned to his kitchen.

"I'll cut it!" Younger sister-chan volunteered to be brave.

"You better sit in peace and let go of the OCD, if the thickness deviation is too large, I will want to die." He sighed.

Mr. Chihara cut quickly and sharply, and the difference in the thickness of each shredded cabbage was negligible.

- Knock knock

Listening to the cutscene of the handsome guys knocking on the door of the Japanese drama in the TV behind him, the boy couldn't help but sigh that the sound quality of his TV was so outstanding and immersive.

That's why it lasts so long? The director wants to make up time with this?

Mr. Chihara turned his head in confusion.

"Zhuda, someone knocked on the door and didn't hear it, did you?"

"Oooh!"

With a shudder, my sister finally remembered her extra use here.

Barefoot rushed to the door in a hurry, and before opening the door, he specially tidied up his clothes.

"Welcome."

"What are you doing here?"

Mr. President, who was about to visit the house for the New Year, looked at the girl in the white dress and was a little stunned.

A lovely smile bloomed on her face, and her usually beautiful crescent eyes smiled into a slit.

"Nothing, fast forward, fast forward!"

"No, I suspect I'm going to the wrong door......" Mr. Hirata glanced up, suspecting that his memory had deteriorated before he had grown old.

"If you go wrong, even if you make a mistake, both of you are here today." Mr. Chihara wiped his hands after cutting two dishes, and glanced at the middle-aged man in the direction of the door.

He asked, "Is the meat slice ready to be the focus or the tenderness?" ”

Changing into slippers, the agent who was sitting firmly on the sofa thought for a while and said, "Focus on it." ”

Men always like hardcore.

Miss Caimeow snorted twice, and seemed to disagree: "It's better to be tender." ”

She quietly touched her waist, always feeling as if she had gained some fat, and too much oil might also have an effect.

Looking at the two people who looked at each other angrily, Mr. Chihara shook his head helplessly:

"Half of one person is good......"

Sending the two of them to watch TV, although he was a little curious about how Hirata came today, he still thought it would be better to wait until he finished eating, after all, he was busy.

One serving per person, plus a plate of cabbage with some shredded chili peppers, today's lunch is as usual.

Helping the two lazy dogs serve the meal and put it on the table, Chihara asked an extra question.

"By the way, I also made sweet and sour poached eggs, which of you wants?"

"I, I, I ......"

Two adults compete like children.

Anyway, there are many more, and there is no hurry, Mr. Chihara swallowed leisurely, looked up and looked up at the cartoon playing on the TV, like a loop.

"Speaking of which, Hirata, what are you doing today?" He took a sip of the sweet and sour rice.

"Oh yes, isn't it New Year?" Hirata sighed, "I'm thinking I'm going to pull a few of you out to play, and by the way, take a photo and take it out to deceive the otaku." ”

"There's also a fireworks display in the evening, so you can't miss it."

Thinking of seeing groups of beautiful women traveling every year, single old men are already excited in advance.

"Don't be, it was the same last year, I walked for a long time, but I couldn't even occupy a position, and in the end I could only run Starbucks to rub wifi, pinching my phone to watch the live broadcast, you forgot, right?"

Chihara sighed lowly, and there was nowhere to vent his grief and indignation, so he had to put orange juice into his bowels.

"So this time I specially pulled the relationship to the front row, so I have to pay back double this year." Mr. Hirata, a mature social person, was triumphant, and a small notebook with the phone number of an old friend in his hand was shining strangely at the moment.

He is confident that this phone book that connects people of all sizes in the industry is worth a billion yen.

The young man sighed and said, "But I just want to stay at home, play with the ship, read novels, and enjoy the leisurely life of the house." ”

Mr. President thought for a moment and continued, "Actually, you can also play with the ship girl outside, read novels, and enjoy the fireworks of 'puff puff puff'. ”

"When the time comes, a beautiful girl in a Japanese kimono will be waving a small stick with fireworks by the river, and if you think about that scene, it will be as beautiful as in the anime."

"But it's tiring to go out." Mr. Chihara was not deceived at all, and said firmly.

He thought for a moment and continued: "There are many and crowded people, and there is a stench of hormones in male and female couples, and it is a sin to go out. ”

The latter is definitely the most unacceptable thing for him, an elderly FFF member.

Hearing this, Hirata instantly changed his face, and the original warmth was gone, turning into a regret that the plan had failed, and after a few seconds of silence, he turned his head and stretched out his hands towards Miss Zhuda.

The younger sister frowned, and her feet dangled back and forth on the chair.

"I kind of understand, it was Zhuda who called you here." Mr. Chihara was stunned.

"No, how do you tell?" Hirata was shocked.

"The acting is too pulling, and I'm not an idiot."

Chihara stacked up the plates and bowls she had already eaten and walked straight to the kitchen.

"I've been reading novels lately, and it's not really happening, so I have to worry so much?" He shook his head, "Don't worry, you don't need to see a psychiatrist." After a while, it's good to finish the content, and that's how I did it a few months before the exam. ”

Sitting back on the sofa, Zhuda Caimeow picked up the novel on the table and opened it, "But I've never heard of you being so serious." ”

Raised high, the red and blue handwriting in the book was intertwined, densely packed.

"Awesome!" Mr. Agent looked at the male mother in the kitchen with admiring eyes, "This time, I'll invite you to a big meal." ”

"Don't!"

Mr. Chihara subconsciously said: "I always feel that I can't substitute the feelings of the protagonist, and I am an Internet addict teenager and an adventure story, and I can't get along with it at all." ”

"I've always been able to get by, this kind of plot is too hot-blooded......"

Speaking of this, Zhuda Caimeow on the sofa suddenly interjected: "But the sister inside is so suitable for me." ”

"Cute, persistent, gentle, and swordsmanship, this character is really amazing!"

Mr. Chihara couldn't help but be speechless, his younger sister was too narcissistic.

"Excuse me, which of these matches?" The boy raised his eyebrows, "Even if you say it's cute, you have to put on makeup before you can barely rub it." ”

For this kind of slander and slander, Zhu Dacai meow hugged his hands and hummed softly.

"Hirata Hirata, I'm going to audition this!" She shouted coquettishly.

"Okay, it's a phone call." Mr. President held his head high.

……

Fifteen minutes later.

The pretty little girl snorted proudly twice, and poked the soft flesh of the people around her with her fingers.

"Hehe, someone just said they didn't want to come, but why did they catch up?"

"Laughing, if you two hadn't said you wanted to bring the water tank, would I have come?" The male mother's eyes were contemptuous, "I suspect that Mizukura's little classmate will be lost by you two unobtrusive adults, and when the time comes, I will be ashamed of other people's parents, and I can only apologize." ”

"It's not that serious, is it?" Mr. President, who was out of tune, slowed down the car, touched his nose, and said with some unconfidence.

And Zhuda Caimeow just smiled and gritted her teeth secretly.

"By the way, stop at the convenience store in front." Chihara beckoned to the rearview mirror of the car, "I'll go down and buy something." ”

"Absolutely, how can you be more mother-in-law than us girls?" The girl was dissatisfied.

Mr. Chihara didn't speak, just patted her thigh and motioned to get out of the way and don't get out of the way.

He didn't wait three minutes before his hair was messy and he rushed back to the car with a large bag of things in his hand.

But this time it's sitting in the passenger seat, after all, the back seat is still reserved for the two girls.

"Zhuda, the three of you may have eaten a little little bit just now, do you want a sandwich?" He asked, turning his head.

"Ah, now?"

The younger sister touched her waist.

"You can wait." The boy thought for a moment and stuffed it back into the bag.

As for Hirata, it's inconvenient that he's still driving.

"By the way, how far is the Mizukura classmate?" He asked, knocking his head down on his phone.

Mr. President glanced at the map display on his phone and replied, "About two minutes......

"Are you sitting over there so early and waiting for them to set off the fireworks?"

"How is that possible!" Mr. President said in surprise.

"I'm sure I'll try on the kimono later, and I'll have to take a beautiful picture."