The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

The first day to the third day of the new year is generally called "Sanhe Day". During this period, ordinary people usually visit relatives and friends' homes. As one of the three imperial families, the Zenyuan family is naturally not so close to the people. They are attached to the master's house, so they all need to take the initiative to visit. For a while, the mansion of the Chanyuan is full of people coming and going, which is much more lively than the gloomy and quiet atmosphere in the past.

After all, it's the New Year, even though the big family is bound by various rules of the big family, it still cannot be exempted from the customs.

Because he slept too late last night, even though Naoya opened his eyes according to his body's biological clock, he was still extremely tired and his eyes were still very dry.

He stayed in bed for a while, thinking about the first day of the new year, it would be bad for him to sleep too long, so he yawned and got up.

Slowly folded the quilt and changed clothes for himself. Naozai's drowsiness was shaken away by the cold air during the change of clothes, and he woke up a lot because of it. At this time, he especially missed the old cotton-padded pajamas, although the style was ugly. It's a bit big, but I can't bear it. It's comfortable and warm.

Like other Japanese families, the Chanyuan family believes in cold education, and firmly believes that children are at the same age as fire, and they don’t need to dress too warmly, otherwise it will weaken their will. Therefore, Naoya’s traditional winter home clothes are not very warm, at best on thick.

Naoya just wants to roll his eyes at this. Although he has experienced it, but as the saying goes, it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. He can't accept the problem of being cold and suffering. Old cold legs.

Therefore, the kotatsu in Naoya's house starts when he gets up, and unless he goes back to bed again, there is no need to rest during this period.

But for the next three days, he didn't have such a good life - during the Sanhe Day, all the family members had to eat dinner in the main hall of the main house, while the offspring would eat in the side hall to show the meaning of family reunion.

And the time when his uncle's Zenyuan fan will start is probably during the dinner period of these three days, but it is not yet certain which day it is, but he must pay more attention to it.

When Naoya walked out of the room slowly, Zhen Wang had been waiting for a long time, "Good morning, Master Naoya."

"Morning, Makoto, you woke up so early, you can sleep more in the New Year." Naoya yawned, went to the kotatsu to test it out, it was really warm, I guess Makoto made arrangements for him early and sat down happily.

Naoya let out a long and comfortable sigh, and said with emotion, "It's really warm, as expected, there is no kotatsu in winter."

"I slept well, thank you young master for your concern." Zhen Wang smiled, "Breakfast is ready, do you want to use it now?"

Naoya laid his face on the table, thought for a while, and lazily said, "Later, let me warm up so I can go wash up."

"...Young master." Zhenwang was helpless, my young master was good everywhere, but sometimes he was too afraid of the cold.

I don't know...whether it's because of the magic power, she thought worriedly.

"Yeah, don't rush me, I'll go right away." Having said that, Naoya still didn't intend to leave the kotatsu, but shrank back even more.

Helpless, Zhenwang had no choice but to say, "Then let me warm up your breakfast first."

Naoya waved his hand to show that he knew it. He seemed to be born on the kotatsu. He didn't know if it was the effect of the first day of the new year. He always felt that the weather was much colder than yesterday.

It would be great if I could have a bowl of hot pork shepherd's purse dumplings at this time, Naoya thought.

In my previous life, my parents always liked to make dumplings while watching the party on New Year’s Eve. My father always felt that there were not enough fillings when making dumplings. It's small and has little stuffing, but it's fun to eat one bite at a time.

Later, he also learned to make dumplings under the guidance of his parents. At the beginning, he made dumplings crookedly and crookedly, and was forced by his parents to hold him for a photo. He smiled and said it was a souvenir. The scene and mood at that time, even He can't help laughing now when he thinks about it.

It's a pity that the New Year's breakfast in the Buddhist monastery is almost always traditional rice cake soup or soba noodles, dumplings, etc. He just wants to think about it.

The drowsiness from just waking up subsided a lot, and his body was almost warm, so Naoya stretched and got up to wash up.

In the new year, Zhenwang also prepared a new children's toothpaste for him, strawberry flavored.

Well, it's pretty sweet, Naoya brushed his teeth, and thought blankly, it's good to be older and more knowledgeable, and to be able to accept many new things with a tolerant attitude.

When Naoya returned to the kotatsu, Shinzo had already arranged breakfast. Sure enough, a bowl of soba noodles with little water in the soup, but it was served with sugar yuba as dessert, but the sugar yuba couldn't offset the soba he saw. The disappointment during the interview, although this disappointment was already expected by him.

But when he thought that for three consecutive days after that, the family of the Chanyuan had to eat vegetarian food according to the tradition to show their piety and pray for good luck in the new year, Naoya became even more desperate.

Rubbish Chanyuan, Naoya couldn't help cursing in his heart, I don't know how many times.

"Master, don't you like it?" Seeing that Naoya's expression was indifferent, Zhenwang couldn't help asking.

Naoya shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm not interested." He picked up a few buckwheat noodles and said, "Compared with this, I want to eat dumplings today." After thinking about it, He also added, "And it's Chinese dumplings."

Zhenwang was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he couldn't help laughing, "It turns out that the young master likes to eat dumplings, so I will prepare them tomorrow."

But Naoya waved his hand and refused, "Forget it, there is no need to be so troublesome. I know that there are many rules in Sanheri these days, and there are many people with mixed eyes. Even soba noodles are pretty good."

"Young Master..." Zhen Wang was dumbfounded, inexplicably uncomfortable. It is clear that Master Naozai just wanted to eat dumplings. This is a common request in ordinary people. When it comes to Master, he has to worry about the so-called family tradition and rule.

Probably the change in Zhen Wang's expression was too obvious, and Naoya felt a little funny when he saw it, and asked, "What's the matter, I don't feel uncomfortable yet, but you are making a bitter face first." The little spoon dug out a small spoonful of granulated sugar and handed it to Zhenwang, "Come, eat something sweet to make you feel better."

"Ah, young master, this, this is not good!" Zhenwang quickly waved his hand to refuse, his face was still a little red.

"What's wrong, take it, my hands are almost sore." Naoya deliberately said, and then stretched forward again, Zhenwang hesitated seeing this, after a while, he was still red with embarrassment Face took the small spoon in his hand.

"Thank you, young master." Zhenwang said softly, "Then you..."

"It's okay, I still have this." Naoya showed off the chopsticks with which he was eating soba noodles, clamped twice like a castanet, and picked up all the remaining sugar yuba, smothered it in one bite, and turned towards Zhenwang gave a thumbs up.

Zhenwang couldn't help laughing.

She looked at the small spoon in her hand, and after a while, slowly put the small spoonful of granulated sugar into her mouth. The dense and delicate taste melted in her mouth, with a light but full sweetness, blending into her lips and teeth.

Suddenly, Naoya remembered something, and told Zhenwang with a serious expression, "By the way, if you have nothing else to do during the dinner time of Sanheri these days, you will stay with me, don't go out casually, understand? "

Looking at Naoya's changed expression, he realized that the young master was talking about the Zenyuan fan, so he solemnly responded, "Yes, I understand." After a pause, he still couldn't help asking, "Then you, young master? ..."

"Well, it's good to understand." Seeing that Zhenwang was worried, Naozai smiled and comforted, pretending to be relaxed, "Don't worry, it will be fine after these three days pass."

Not satisfied with such a slightly vague response, Zhen Wang pursed his lips and turned to another topic, "Then young master, do you still want to eat dumplings after Sanhe Day?" She looked at Naoya, eyes full of expectations, "I heard that dumplings in Chinatown are very popular during the New Year, I can buy some for the young master then."

"...Makoto, you don't have to worry, Shill will help me." I heard the worry hidden in Zhenwang's words, and understood that the other party just wanted a definite guarantee. Helpless, but I also feel some comfort in my heart.

After all, the age of the other party is almost the same as that of Shier, but unlike Shier, an old acquaintance, his understanding of Zhenwang can be said to have only started in this life, perhaps because of this, coupled with the fact that he is actually older. For this reason, when looking at Zhenwang, I always unconsciously wear a filter for looking at juniors. Although this filter is occasionally turned on for Shier, it is far inferior to Zhenwang.

He is very clear that Zhenwang still has room to grow, but now, he is more willing to be more tolerant and expectant of her.

"Well, I understand, I was just asking you, young master, if you want to eat dumplings." Zhen Wang was a little persistent and asked stubbornly.

"...Think about it." Naoya laughed, thinking that he might have made some mistakes in judgment. The other party might have grown a lot in a place he couldn't see, but the direction of growth seemed to be slightly different from what he imagined, "Then Let’s buy more then, you, me and Shier, let’s eat together.”

"Okay, I see." After receiving Naoya's definite answer, Zhen Wang regained his face and responded with a smile, "Young master, do you have anything else to order?"

Naoya took a few mouthfuls of noodles and thought for a while, "Not for the time being... by the way, by the way, you can remind Shier so that he doesn't forget the business. After noon, there will be a three-day celebration at my father's side." Arrange, then I won't have time to see you and him."

"Yes," Zhen Wang replied, "I wish you a happy new year, young master, and everything goes well." Then he bowed and left.

Naoya couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the back of the other party leaving, but it faded a lot after a while, and muttered to himself, "I hope."

In the final analysis, the real protagonist of Sanheri is not him, at most he is only a main supporting role. The real protagonist is his good uncle, and his father, the head of the Buddhist monastery.

And the dinner party on Sanheri is the stage for their performances. Naoya wants to just be a quiet theatergoer, but the demand does not allow it.

Right now, there are too many eyes staring at him from the Chanyuan family. He must take this opportunity to 'show' his 'true' self to convince these people that he has indeed become a waste, so they can relax on him , It is even better to disdain to stare at him, so that he has enough time to hide his strength and bide his time, waiting for the opportunity.

When Shi Er became the captain of the team who stayed in the body, he was able to act independently and arrange some matters, and after he joined the team without awakening spells and spell power, the time for them to really leave the monastery would not be far away. .

Naoya breathed a sigh of relief after eating the last mouthful of soba noodles, and felt emotional in his heart. Sure enough, if possible, he still looks forward to eating dumplings with Shier and Zhenwang.

In the unfettered blue sky.