Tokyo: Being coveted by my wife, I just want to play games

Chapter 17 Touching
  Several middle-aged workers were wearing relatively cheap suits, and the fatigue on their faces could not be concealed. After all, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and they didn't know what happened to them to get off work now.

Sayoko was obviously used to these things, and she started to get busy after answering crisply, while several middle-aged social workers joked a few words [Sayoko-chan is especially beautiful today] [Unfortunately today is the last time I eat Sayoko-chan's food] Then he lit up a cigarette and chatted with his friends about life.

Japanese people's wages are very high, but their lives are very stressful, or to be more precise, the lives of middle-aged married men are very stressful.

This life pressure is not only due to high daily consumption, but also because many women in Japan basically stop working after getting married and having children.

Currently, less than 50% of women in Japan continue to work after marriage.

The pressure on a family of three is all on the male. A few middle-aged social workers sitting next door drank, smoked and vomited bitterness. First they cursed the company, then the society. Finally, after taking a big gulp of soju, they let out a "ha" and shouted "I'll definitely do it when I get back." I want that woman to call me Odosan! 】.

The middle-aged social beast's words directly ignited the atmosphere at the table, and the crowd applauded. Sayoko behind the dining table shyly glanced at Fuyukawa Che who was eating roasted bird. She couldn't understand why men nowadays are becoming more and more perverted.

Fuyukawa Che didn't know what Sayoko was thinking. He only knew that the roasted bird cooked by Sayoko was indeed delicious.

As the night gets darker, more and more customers come to the izakaya.

The old woman didn't know what she was doing. Sayoko was busy at the dining table by herself, making barbecue, soup, and salad. But even so, the meal was served a bit slowly, and many customers were urging her to do it.

"Well, Mr. Che, can the ramen be delayed a little? I'll make it when my mother-in-law comes."

Sayoko used her elbow to pull the black hair hanging from her forehead behind her ears, and flipped the roasted bird with her left hand. The ramen needs to be kneaded and drawn, and she can't take care of it on her hands.

Fuyukawa Che shrugged and glanced at the rice cooker on the dining table: "I'll cook it myself. If I wait any longer, I'll be starving."

"Eh? Can Mr. Che cook?"

Watching Fuyukawa Che take off his suit and walk into the dining table, Sayoko's big eyes were filled with surprise. Fuyukawa Che took the old woman's apron and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate people, the Chinese food I cook tastes very good."

"Legendary Chinese cuisine? Mr. Che, please don't blow up the stove."

"Mrs. Hanoi, you are too presumptuous."

"Hey, let's open it! Mr. Che~!"

After being teased all the way, Fuyukawa Che was a little bit angry even though she was a clay figure. He slapped the buttocks of the beautiful woman with only a hip-covering skirt behind her apron.

"Snapped--"

wave.

Sayoko's body straightened up due to the sudden attack. She was shocked at first, but soon, her whole body trembled, her toes tipped up slightly, her palms supported the dining table, and the moisture in her eyes was almost stringy.

There are obviously so many guests outside.

And he hasn’t taken his hand away yet!

"Are you still provocative?"

Fuyukawa Che reached out from behind her to take the tomatoes on the dining table, and started stroking them carefully with his other hand.

"ah"

Suffocating feeling!
  Biting her lower lip, feeling the touch that was like an electric shock, Sayoko's pretty face flushed, and she was so nervous that she couldn't say a word. Her thighs rubbed each other, but just when she felt the touch begin to slide down, the touch disappeared.

+2000!

Relax, there were too many guests in front of her. After Fuyukawa Che's mischievous big hand left, she felt relaxed for a while, and after the relaxation, she felt a stronger sense of loss, but at this moment, there was another "pop".

+5000!

"Che Jun." The touch came again.

The slender white thighs and knees pushed together to form X-legs, and Sayoko's eyes were slightly shocked.

The guests are still there.

"Deliberate provocation, are you looking for punishment?"

".It's wrong. Sayoko knows it's wrong."

"That's good."

"ah"

Fuyukawa Che squeezed it, then took out his palm, took the tomatoes and washed them in the sink.

call.
  Looking at Fuyukawa Che's handsome side face, the flush in Sayoko's eyes gradually became intense, but gradually subsided before it reached its peak.

A stronger desire flashed in her eyes. She stretched out her hand to move her wrinkled skirt and started to read the roasted bird again. But soon, as the sound of "呲呲呲" came from the stove behind her, a sound came from the stove behind her. A strong fragrance flooded into the nose.

"It smells so good."

Looking back, I saw Fuyukawa Che working the spoon very skillfully. Red tomatoes mixed with soft soaked eggs were flying in the pot, and the iron pot kept sliding on the high fire.

"Si Guoyi, Mr. Che's cooking skills are so good?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Sayoko's eyes.

In her impression, Fuyukawa Che was a perfect social elite who was very capable at work and very considerate.

This was actually very good, but she never expected that Fuyukawa Che's cooking skills were so good!
  We can't blame her for being so rare. There are many housewives in Japan. One reason is that the women's rights movement failed at that time, and the other is that many Japanese men do have male chauvinism. Even now there are many families where when the male master comes home, the housewife must only wear an apron and kneel in the entrance hall to say hello.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that a man like Fuyukawa Cheru, who is handsome in appearance, capable of working well and considerate, and can cook, is an ultra-rare creature.

Super bonus points!

Green numbers kept popping up on Sayoko's cute little head, and she wasn't the only one.

"Is it Chinese food?"

"It looks like the technique is very authentic! Si Guoyi!"

"Has Grandma Mikoto hired a Chinese chef? I heard that chefs who can cook Chinese food are very expensive. His salary is quite high, right?"

"I don't know, eh! I've seen the black shirt he's wearing in the mall before. It's from Zegna, and it costs more than 90,000!"

"More than ninety thousand?! Are you kidding? How can someone who can afford such luxury goods come to be a chef in an izakaya?"

"He's a handsome guy from Tokyo who's very rich!"

The fire was a bit louder, and many guests stretched their heads to look curiously, muttering in surprise.

Japan is an island country that has been influenced by China since ancient times, from ancient systems to culture and even food.

The Japanese also eat stir-fried vegetables, but as the saying goes, when oranges grow in Huainan, they become tangerines, and when oranges grow in the north, they become tangerines. Stir-fried dishes here are rarely stir-fried over high heat. Unless it is a Chinese restaurant, otherwise the "bang-dang-dang-dang" dishes like Fuyukawa Che The spoon is barely visible.

At first it was just some male customers who were curious about the stir-fried dishes of Chinese cuisine, but when some delinquent girls who came to eat early because they didn't receive any customers in Kabukicho covered their mouths and recognized the brand of Fuyukawa Che's shirt, the atmosphere became tense. It’s different.

(End of this chapter)