That's Right, I'm a Glutton!

Miss Yoshida was very surprised, and even her feelings of loss became much less for a while.

Cangsuke didn't pay attention to the other party's little actions, and he didn't feel angry because of the indecision in her heart.

Because this is what an ordinary girl can have, a normal reaction.

And Canosuke's next job is to let her and the magical couple slowly draw the line.

Japanese girls don't become adults until they are 20, but they can get married at 16.

In other words, Kosaki is now at an age when she can officially become a bride.

The Yoshida couple had a certain psychological preparation for Kosaki to leave home.I just didn't expect the result to be as drastic as before.

But they have no spare energy to care about this matter.

Forget about that aunt, Canosuke has a bad impression of her, but it's still far from the level of Hayato's younger brother.

Although it is annoying, it will not put her to death.

But that old man, he would never let that guy have such a good life.

"I didn't say that as long as you agree to cut ties with Saki, you won't publish these things."

While Kitahara Aosuke was smiling, he thought in his heart.

With these evidences in his hand, he is almost equal to the Shangfang sword that can behead their family at any time to Xiaozaki's parents.

Whether or not this Shangfang sword will fall, and when it will fall, is entirely up to his interest.

And this family owes him a full 300 million yen.

Of course, Cang Jie would not lend money to each other unconditionally.

The aunt was a full-time housewife, and the old man was fired. Finding a job was not that easy... or should be said, it was quite difficult.

It is estimated that the two can only work hourly.

This abominable couple is now completely incapable of resisting Cansuke, and can only... let him knead.

"How is it, have you been in a better mood?"

He didn't say what he planned in his mind.

Canosuke looked at the girl sitting beside the bed and temporarily placed the white ceramic bowl he was holding on the table next to him. Looking at the pitiful girl, he asked with concern.

"Since your cooking skills are so good, why did you ask me to cook something for you before..."

Thinking of what he had done before, no comparison and no harm, Yoshida Saki felt a little ashamed at this moment.

"I just want to eat your food, can't I?"

Canosuke actually intends to cultivate the girl's cooking level and let her master the necessary skills to become a perfect housewife.

But it didn't say so.

"Because...you must be laughing at me in your heart, making that kind of unpalatable thing."

Kosaki's fingers lightly grabbed the sheets on the bed, and said a little unwillingly.

"Everyone doesn't have the ability to cook what they want right from the start, so if you're not good at it, you can learn it slowly."

Kitahara Sosuke said with a smile.

"If I have nothing else to do, I'll go out. Although tomorrow is the weekend, you have to rest early."

Sosuke stood up with the tray in one hand.

"why……"

"what?"

It seemed that he heard something in a very light voice of Kosaki. Not sure if it was his own delusion, Cangjie asked again.

"No, nothing!"

Kosaki shook his head as if he didn't say anything.

Seeing that Miss Yoshida seemed to have returned to normal, Canosuke glanced at the ceiling, and did not pursue any further investigations.

"Good night."

Chapter 68 The Story of Mother and Daughter in the Bento Shop

Early the next morning, Miss Yoshida yawned and walked out of the room with dark circles under her eyes.

Because of what happened, she didn't get a good night's sleep yesterday.

I got up and walked towards the kitchen, planning to use a cup of instant noodles as breakfast to cope with this difficult morning.

Although he came back with Kitahara Sosuke, he couldn't directly cut off contact with his family.

Also, she also hasn't figured out how to deal with her family.

Then, the girl saw a plate, a fork... and a small bowl that were prominently placed on the mahogany table.

"Omelette rice..."

The golden eggs completely wrapped the rice, but the tomato sauce on top was a little too much for Ms. Yoshida's personal preference.

There is also a small bowl next to it, which is miso soup cooked with fish, radish and kelp.

"I made one more by the way. I don't know what time you start. If it's cold, put it in the microwave to warm it up."

Under the plate, there was a piece of white paper torn from a notepad, on which was written such a paragraph in neat words.

Reached out and touched the edge of the plate, it was still warm.

Without rejecting the person's kindness, he sat down directly.

She hadn't slept well all night, and actually felt a little hungry.

Use chopsticks to poke the golden surface, and evenly put the egg and rice dipped in tomato sauce into the mouth together, "Mmm... delicious."

The pupils of Kosaki's eyes dilated slightly.

Inside the egg wrapped, it seems that the rice is not made by ordinary methods, and the mouth has a sweet taste similar to cream rice.

In addition, the rice is also mixed with crunchy bean-like ingredients.

Although it was not as delicious as it was just made because it was a little cold, it still received a very high evaluation in Miss Yoshida's heart.

Most of the food was quickly wiped out.

"Speaking of which, I will be living with Kitahara-san from today..."

"Wait, isn't this living together?!"

Saki, who sensed the crux of the matter, remembered the bad call with the hostess of this house yesterday...

Accidentally choked.

The palm of his hand kept patting his chest, and it was difficult to relieve his breath.

Then he took a breath and completely wiped out a drop of the miso soup in the bowl, and finally lost the feeling of almost suffocating just now.

Finish clearing the utensils on the table.

After such a tossing, Xiao Saki felt warm all over, resting her hands on her arms, lying on the table and froze.

Turning his face sideways, he looked at the note left by Cansuke in his hand.

"Kihara-san, what are you doing now..."

Sakura couldn't help thinking about it.

……

Kitahara Sosuke got up very early today.

Not because of dates with girls, nor for any other reason.

Today is the weekend, the day when I agreed to study with my mother-in-law at the fortune-telling shop.

But after arriving at the place, he found that the door of the fortune-telling shop was locked tightly.

"Strange, the door should normally be opened at this time..."

Cang Jie touched his chin lightly, dodging back and forth near the store, very doubtful in his heart.

"Is something wrong at home?"

I didn't think about the possibility that the mother-in-law ran away after receiving the money.

On the one hand, it was because a mere [-] yen was not enough to run away with money. On the other hand, he was confident in his own vision, and he believed that the mother-in-law was not that kind of person.

He guessed right.

"Ah... Xiao Cangsuke, this way, this way!"

It is very easy to see the tall figure of Cang Jie among the passers-by.

Across the street, a young aunt in a bento shop with a single ponytail and an apron on her body called out his name.

"Auntie, good morning."

The woman's name is Yasuko Hanaoka, she looks about 30 years old, and she can vaguely see the beauty of her youth from her face.

In fact, she was originally a wine escort girl in a wine shop, and now she is relying on her lunch selling job to independently raise her daughter who is in middle school.

Life is not easy.

When Cang Jie was in middle school, he came here to buy bento many times, and he should take care of this person's very good aunt's business.

"Actually, something happened to the godmother's house, and the store has been closed for several days."

"Also, this is something left by the godmother, saying that I want to give it to you."

As Aunt Yasushi spoke, she took out an A4-sized black box from the backstage of the store.

"And this contact information."

Then he told Cangjie the mobile phone number left by his mother-in-law.

Take the thing in the other party's hand and open it.Inside was a notebook, and a few other odd little things.