The male god was tricked by me again today

"Show it now, and you won't regret it later."

Yukimura added a sentence after laughing, and returned the phone to Yui Mitsui.

He knew that Atobe was flamboyant and loved to show off, but he didn't expect that the show would actually come to him.

Mitsui Yui was basically able to adapt to Atobe's one set of sarcasm, but he absolutely couldn't say anything that could correspond to it.

But she grasped the key point a little bit - as long as she praised him, it was right.Atobe likes to be praised, and she can coax him to his satisfaction by saying that he is gorgeous, beautiful, invincible and handsome.

After hanging up the video, Yui Mitsui looked up at Yukimura in the sky and said, "Sorry, Yukimura-kun, I let you hear something not very good."

"……fine."

Where did you hear something bad?

Obviously not only heard bad things, but also saw bad things.

Please come to a god, deprive him of his five senses ←_← or gag Atobe's mouth, so that he can't speak swear words.

Yukimura's grandma, Hideko, finished serving the freshly brewed plum wine, and came back with a jug of aged plum wine.

"To celebrate Huali, today is a good day, let me have a drink too."

Yukimura Seichi said helplessly: "Grandma, you don't need to drink that glass of wine."

Yukimura Hideko, who was just about to put on an image of not getting drunk in front of Yui Mitsui, was immediately exposed, and gave him a cold look with resentment: "Ashi, if you find it uncomfortable not to talk, take a few more pills." Meizi, okay?"

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally told the truth."

Yukimura Seichi stood up, took the aged greengage wine in Hideko's hand, and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll go get the wine to Mom, and bring some salted greengage for Mitsui Sauna by the way."

"Thank you."

Yui Mitsui doesn't like sour things, but hospitality is hard to come by, not to mention she hasn't been a guest at someone's house for a long time.

Here the promenade, swept immaculately, opens a cobbled path leading to a lush courtyard.

Because some mint mosquito repellent plants were planted, there was no mosquito attack around.

The summer night breeze blew past and jingled a row of shell wind chimes on the eaves. Occasionally, there were two or three self-made sunny dolls interspersed among the wind chimes. It may be some years old, and the corners have turned yellow. up.

Seeing that Mitsui was staring at Qingtian Doll intently, Xiuzi smiled and said, "Ashi made those when he was a child. He made them whenever it rained, and hung them all over the house. Put a few away and hang them here." .”

"...Yukimura-kun is a very patient person."

Yui Mitsui, who has never made a sunny day doll, is very experienced in destroying other people's sunny day dolls. She often snatches and destroys Fuji Yuta's handicrafts on purpose, causing Fuji Yuta to be on guard against her all the time. "But why are you keen on being a sunny doll?"

"Because it's raining, you can't play tennis, especially in the rainy season, the rain will not stop for a long time, he can't play tennis, so he begs for the rain to stop, even the Chinese Guanyin, I don't know if it's right or not "Xiuzi thought about this, and a slight smile appeared on his wrinkled but still dignified and beautiful face after the baptism of years, "Actually, our whole family is a basketball fan except Ah Shi. Ah Cheng originally wanted to train him to play basketball. As for basketball, Ah Shi was less than three years old at the time. He was fat and short like a meat ball. He lay at home all day and refused to move. He slept when he was full and ate when he woke up. Everyone called him Fat Chai. .

Later, the doctor diagnosed him as overweight and ordered him to lose weight. Ah Cheng dragged him to a sporting goods store to buy a basketball. Seeing that the basketball was too big, Ah Shi thought it would be heavy. He picked up a small yellow ball at his feet, and said he wanted to choose the yellow ball—”

"grandmother!"

Yukimura Seichi, who suddenly appeared, interrupted Yukimura Hideko's gossip, "You don't need to tell Mitsui-san about these things, you haven't finished your salted greengage this year, are you sure there is still time?"

"That's right." Yukimura Hideko suddenly realized, clenched his right hand and tapped on the palm of his left hand, "This is a big project, Miss Mitsui, would you like to try it? After half a year, you will be able to taste the dried plums that you have made with your own hands. "

Yui Mitsui nodded hard: "Yes, but I have never done it before, and I may need your kindness to temper it."

"No problem, I will definitely pass on to you the secret recipe of umeboshi passed down by our Yukimura family."

Yukimura Seichi couldn't take it anymore, and complained: "Grandma, the secret recipe of this ancestral plum is to put green plums and salt into a bottle together."

It's just a salted green plum, it has no technical content at all, so it's a big project?Still working hard?Why not come to the limit of □□seamless?

Although Yukimura Seiichi told himself that his mouth should no longer be poisonous, he could tear down other people's platforms, and he could no longer be the king of the cold, but he still couldn't help but swell?

Xiuzi snorted coldly, turned her head and stopped looking at him, and continued to talk to Yui Mitsui: "First of all, choose the freshest fruit from the greengage you picked, the ones with undamaged skin, thick flesh and small core, wash them and dry them , and then put them in a sterilized jar, be careful to put them gently one by one..."

Yui Mitsui listened to Yukimura Hideko's guidance and did it step by step. Although the process seemed simple, it was actually not that simple.

Greengages have already been picked, selected, washed and cleaned. Yui Mitsui has not gone through this step, but picking the greengages from the greengage tree one by one, handling them gently, and then carefully selecting them requires patience.

Every time a layer of green plum is spread, a layer of snowflake fine salt should be spread on it, and spread evenly.

The snow-white salt falls on the verdant green plums, just like spring snow falling on the green hills. The combination of white and green colors makes people feel very comfortable.

After spreading a layer of salt, add green plums, stack them one by one, and finally cover them with an airtight lid.

Because it is served in a transparent glass container, you can appreciate the changes that occur when the greengage and salt continue to blend for the next six months.

Yukimura Hideko is a person who attaches great importance to the sense of ritual, so she took a simple and elegant white and green sticker, and asked Mitsui to write the time.

"Miss Mitsui, you should also write a sentence like Ashi."

"……Yes."

The sentence Yukimura Seichi wrote on each wine seal is [Ome Xiaozhai, Cicada Shiyu], Mitsui Yui has always been not very sensitive to poetic things, even the love poems were ordered by Shinzuzu, after searching for a long time, After thinking about it, I wrote: [White Snow and Green Mountain, Patience, etc.].

Baixue fell into the green mountain, it was just a first encounter, and it needed enough patience to wait for them to fully merge.

"You're right. To make plums is to wait patiently. You're right. All good things are worth waiting for. Just like the old man waiting patiently, Ah Shi has finally changed from a fat chai to a handsome young man. , I can read it, and I’ll save face when I mention it to others.”

"The big guy who can see" Seiichi Yukimura had a sour plum in his mouth, and he almost bit his tongue when he heard this.

"Grandma, you eat prunes." He unscrewed the food jar and poured out a bunch of prunes.

Xiuzi is also afraid of acid: "One is enough."

"Not enough, prunes are good for the body, appetizers before meals, you should eat more..."

"I'm enough-"

Yukimura Seichi made her eat three prunes in a row, and she was finally so sour that she didn't want to talk anymore.

This grandson... She thought, I really don't know whose temperament he followed, he often demolished her platform and didn't let her talk about his dark history.

"Mitsui-san, try it too, it will be a little sour."

Yukimura Seichi didn't force Mitsui Yui to eat dried plums. In fact, he didn't like dried plums himself, but the sour taste could always wake up something flowing in his memory.

When he was young, he was once so fat that he didn't want to walk, so he would lie under the eaves all day loading dead bodies, or stare at the biggest plum tree in a daze.

At that time, he had no playmates of the same age and could only play alone, but he didn't feel bored until he learned the term childhood sweetheart from Hideko Yukimura.

Grandmother Hideko was the late grandfather Seishi's Ome, mother Masako was Father's Ome, and he... had no Ome.

He only has green plum trees.

This is a very serious question. One afternoon, he suddenly woke up from a dream of having nothing to worry about - what if he didn't have green plums?

"Everyone, I have something urgent to say. I don't have a green plum until now... Will I not be able to marry a wife in the future?"

At the third-year-old birthday banquet, the uneasy little fat Shiba Yukimura Seichi did not rush to blow out the candles, but asked this esoteric question, "Is it useful to make a wish to marry a wife?"

But I'm struggling to get a new watercolor pen.

"It's useful, but it won't work if you express your wish." Yukimura sincerely felt that this was a great opportunity to educate his lazy son, and coaxed him, "But Dad knows there is a remedy. You do gymnastics in the yard every day." , keep going, the green plum tree will bring you a little girl in 15 years."

Although Xiao Xingcun wanted a wife, he was lazy and afraid to move, so he struggled for a long time and asked, "Then if I do exercises twice, can I have two wives?"

In his fantasy, he has to hug left and right, a girl squeezes his shoulders and rubs his calves, and another girl picks out all the bones from the grilled fish for him, and then carefully feeds the fish into his mouth... But this unrealistic fantasy was quickly scolded by Yukimura sincerely.

"Nonsense, if you do it a hundred times, won't the whole yard be full of your wives?"

"Well, that's not bad, you will have so many daughters-in-law."

Xiao Xingcun imagined the scene for a while, and thought it was not bad. With so many people being disciplined by him, isn't he the boss of the team?

Later, although the green plum tree did not bring him a little girl, he was still forced to do exercises to lose weight, and even learned tennis by accident, and immersed himself in it. In less than half a year, he became a young girl who was as light as a swallow. Mrs.

And when he was four years old, he met his bamboo horse, Genichiro-kun, Genichiro Sanada.

... Although his life is destined to have no green plums, it is not a loss to lose a bamboo horse after all.

All because of tennis, which is a wonderful thing.

"Yukimura-kun, I have a question for you." Mitsui Yui finished eating the plums and remembered the topic that Yukimura Hideko had left behind, "...Didn't you know that a table tennis ball is smaller than a tennis ball?"

It is said that he judged that tennis balls were lighter because tennis balls were smaller than basketballs, so he insisted on choosing tennis balls.

Yukimura Seichi laughed softly after hearing this: "I didn't notice it at the time, I just thought that the basketball should be so big and heavy, so I just picked up a tennis ball and wanted to leave quickly. Not playing ping pong."

Thinking about it is also a miraculous experience. Tennis was once something he grabbed casually, but he never thought that from the moment he grabbed it, he and it were tightly bound together by the red thread of fate.

Since then, it will never be possible to let go.

He has changed from a lazy and sleepy little Fat Chai to a hard-working son of God. Along the way, there are bitters, sours and sweets, but he never gives up.

Always, until today...

The umeboshi in his mouth is sweet at the end, with a long aftertaste and a fragrance on his teeth and cheeks. Yukimura thought quietly, even if he first played tennis because he listened to his father’s nonsense to exercise more to have a wife, now he still has to thank that kindness lie.

"Grandma, brother, sister Xiaowei, it's time for dinner." Yukimura Hana poked her head out from the corner, the crown she wore during the draft had not been taken off, and smiled brightly at them.

Yukimura Seiichi's memories came to an abrupt end, he turned around and said to Mitsui Yui: "Mitsui-san, please follow me."

Yukimura's restaurant is more than twice the size of the house where Yui Mitsui lives now. Although it is not as exaggerated as Atobe's and Akashi's, it is also breathtaking.

The environment is very elegant, and everywhere is elegantly arranged. The most important thing in Yukimura's house is flowers, trees and potted plants. A big bouquet of girly pink lilies.

The tableware is also very elegant, and even the chopsticks are patterned with privately-made silver patterns.

Although Yukimura Seichi inherited the beautiful appearance of his mother Yukimura Masako, he failed to inherit Masako's cooking skills at all. The explosive cooking skills probably came from his father's sincere genes.

Looking at a table full of rich dishes, not only Yui Mitsui felt emotional (the only Mitsui Mihito in Mitsui's family is good at cooking, but he hardly cooks), even Yukimura Seiichi himself felt happy—after all, he has been cooking for a long time. Haven't eaten at home.

The two drunks, Hisashi Mitsui and Makoto Yukimura, were a little bit sober, but still half-drunk.

Alcohol tends to make people forgetful and talkative. Yukimura Seicheng's usual calmness and self-control were all diluted. He grabbed Mitsui's hand and said, "Homo! I grew up watching your ball games. To be honest, I used to There is also the dream of being a man! When I saw you withdraw from the national team, I was lost for a whole month."

Yui Mitsui thought it was nonsense. Hisashi Mitsui was only 24 years old this year. At this age, Makoto Yukimura could still watch his football games grow up?

It must be that the wine has not yet sobered up.

Yukimura Seichi also knew that his father drank too much, maybe he couldn't hold back when he saw the idol he followed.After all, apart from him, everyone in the family is Mitsui Shou’s fans, and he is the eldest son, so he can’t ignore it. Seeing Jingcheng, he wants to pour wine again, so he reminded him a little: “Dad, you drank too much today.”

Yukimura's sincere attention was not on him at first, but when he heard his voice, he was instantly attracted, and he shook his glass and said to Mitsui Hisashi: "Here, my son Aichi, I originally wanted to train him to be a basketball player, but he actually hates basketball Great, I chose tennis..."

"Tennis, tennis is also very good, handsome..." Mitsui Toshiya was drunk, he usually refrained from drinking alcohol for training, today was with Mitsui Yui, and it was rare to meet a bosom friend, drank a few more glasses, and Don't forget to push the octopus-shaped sausage on the plate to Yui Mitsui, "Here, what you like, don't grab Yuta's in the future, I and Zhou Zhu will give you both."

Mitsui Yui: "..." How many years ago did this happen? !

"Yeah, tennis is pretty good too. The guy in Jingshi was so fat that he couldn't even play. He heard that he started exercising a lot when he had a wife. It's precocious to worry about whether he will have a wife before he's three years old. Ha ha ha ha!"

"father!"

Yukimura Seiichi's face is almost lost, why are the black history of the big devil being exposed one after another today?He really should have mixed all the wine in the house with water!

His eyes caught a glimpse of Mitsui Yui's mouth curved, and a smile overflowed his eyes, as if saying to him: "You are very good, Yukimura-kun."

"Anata, you are too rude!"

Masako Yukimura also felt a little ashamed, especially when there were two guests present today, the national male god Mitsui Hisashi and his younger sister Mitsui Yui.

To Mitsui's surprise, Mitsui Shou drank too much and began to betray her crazily: "My sister has also been worried about whether she can get married since she was a child. She often robs civilian men, and in order to marry a pair of brothers at the same time Planning to immigrate to Africa at home hahaha!"

"elder brother!"

Yui Mitsui felt ashamed of the black history being revealed in public, Seiichi Yukimura, who was teased by her just now, smiled very brightly, and looked back at her: "You are also very good, Mitsui-san."

Yukimura took another sip and said, "As soon as my son came to the game, all the gorgeous girls called him husband, and my father-in-law was terrified."

Yukimura Seichi: "..."

Mitsui Shou: "My sister is being pursued by a rich young master. She is as annoying as brown sugar. I really want to fill him with cement and throw him into the sea!"

Yui Mitsui: "..."

I can't listen to it anymore, but how can I argue with drunks?

In the end, the two moved too much when toasting, bumping their heads together, and they just knocked each other unconscious before they calmed down.

Yui Mitsui was helpless and also found it funny that he was not full after a good celebration feast.

She was sitting in the courtyard answering Akashi's message, and there were light footsteps behind her.

She turned her head and saw Yukimura wearing a coat and holding a dinner plate in his hand.

On the plate were small octopus-shaped sausages, one for each, and Yukimura must have not eaten them.

Mitsui Yui: "Xingmura-kun, thank you for giving me your meat."

Yukimura: "This is what I prepared to eat myself."

Yui Mitsui: "..."

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Yukimura couldn't help laughing, and handed the plate to her: "Just kidding. My father drank too much, and what he said was all lies...I have always been thin."

Mitsui Yui: "Oh~ Fei Chai-kun."

"Cough, when you finish eating, let's review. I have prepared all the materials."

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Brother Zheng didn't appear because the number of words in this chapter is small, and the next chapter will come out. . .

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