Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 107 One Night

The night at Meguro River became slightly brighter.

Facing the light of the mobile phone, Natsume Qingyu's touched smile gradually emerged.

Minister Hatsukano, you are so willing to care about your dear members.

He was silently stunned for a few seconds, his fingers flicking on the keyboard.

"Thank you for your concern. I just got home."

After the other party read it, the boy waited for another ten seconds.

After confirming that the chat box did not show that he was typing, he reached out and pressed lightly on the door, inserting the key and slowly turning the door lock.

Unlike before, this time there was no sound of the key biting the front teeth.

The door is unlocked?
Is there a thief? !

"mom?!"

Natsume Qingyu opened the door in a panic, walked into the dark and quiet environment, and immediately pressed the light switch.

A familiar light illuminated the entire izakaya, and he looked around, trying to find any clues of the intruder.

But there were balloons all over the house.

The colors are bright, red, green, orange and so on.

They come in different sizes and are hung on the outlines of various objects.

There is usually a huge cake in the center of the bar.

Sitting beside him was Fufu, who was holding a green onion in one hand and a pastry cutter in the other, as if he was monitoring whether any gluttons were eating the cake.

Ms. Hanada fell asleep lying on the bar with party favors in her hand.

No matter how stupid you are, you can understand now.

Ms. Hanada wanted to give her son a surprise party.

But I didn't expect the workload to be so heavy, and my son came back too late.

Accidentally, I fell asleep.

Natsume Qingyu slapped herself hard to alert herself.

Because he almost misunderstood the best mother in the world.

"Son...you're back?!"

Alarmed by an unusual sound, Ms. Hanada gradually fell out of sleep, and the volume gradually increased.

Then, he looked at the party fireworks in his hand and seemed to be considering whether to use them or not.

"Maybe the way I opened the door wasn't right. How about trying it again?" Natsume Qingyu suggested, and his thumb suddenly popped up and pointed outside the room.

As the saying goes, if you are not a family, you will not enter the same family.

Ms. Hanada immediately understood, and bowed her head exaggeratedly like Tom Cat, making a wink, indicating that she would just do it.

Natsume Qingha retreated outside the izakaya knowingly.

Then, the thumping of footsteps in the house started.

Natsume Qingyu heard the heavy footsteps and couldn't help but sigh.

Is it time for Mom to lose weight... She resorted to talking.

After a while, the footsteps and the lights in the izakaya disappeared at the same time.

Staying in the night of the Meguro River, Natsume Kiyoha stared at the notice board that the izakaya was not open yet and became interested.

He took a deep breath and gently raised the corners of his mouth in a beautiful arc.

Open the door again with relaxation and joy.

A flash of childhood memory emerged simultaneously.

It was a midsummer afternoon.

A little boy wearing a hat and holding a bug net went out happily.

Rake after rake in the sun, eagerly looking for traces of insects.

Sweat dripped on his cheeks, but he didn't move.

Finally in the evening, he successfully caught a bright butterfly.

With excitement and wind, I trotted home all the way.

He hurriedly pushed open the door to his home with one hand and shouted happily towards his home:

"Mom, I'm back!"

The little boy's voice now overlapped with that of the young man.

With the sound of turning on the lights, the house became noisy again.

"Welcome home!!!" Ms. Huatian, who was hiding behind the door, jumped out excitedly.

Pulling like a party popper like some furious electric guitarist strumming like crazy.

As a result, there was no sound for a long time.

It was obvious that the guitar strings were jammed.

In the izakaya, the previously cheerful atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Just when the non-existent audience was about to throw eggs at the stage, the Crazy King stretched out a hand and said arrogantly:
"Wait a minute, the party took a break, something happened."

The professional Crazy King walked off the stage to find a lucky audience member to answer her questions:
"How does this thing play..."

Mom’s unreliable attributes are still displayed stably.

As the male protagonist, Natsume Kiyoha is used to it. If there were no accidents, she would not be a mother.

In this clip that will definitely be cut out of the movie, he personally guided my mother.

He just removed a safety ring, but received a thumbs up from his mother.

It's like plugging in the computer power cord for the elderly, and they are praised as 'high-end talents, the pillars of the country'.

After confirming that there were no problems, Ms. Hanada returned to her original position.

The two of them giggled at each other as if nothing had happened.

The party continues.

Crazy King slides the pick hard down the electric guitar.

puff--

The sound of explosion was accompanied by colorful latte art spewing out.

Although it would definitely be very embarrassing to clean up later, Natsume Qingha wanted to remember the colorful scene at this moment.

Before he could recover, Ms. Hanada cut off a large piece of cake and stuffed it into his arms.

"Er, my mother has been busy these days while you're out playing. Come on! Come and have a try, my mother's craftsmanship."

Natsume Qingyu did not refuse, with determination to die.

Bring the cake to your mouth and gently bite off a small piece.

"How is it? How is it, how is it!" Ms. Huatian is looking forward to the evaluation.

"The sweet cream melts in your mouth, the soft baked cake is very chewy, and there is a fresh and attractive fruit aroma that fills your mouth and tongue."

The young man looked at Ms. Hanada, who had an O-shaped mouth from happiness, put down the cake fork gracefully, and slowly said, "Well... yes, the above is purely imaginary, please refer to the actual thing."

"How about the real thing?" Ms. Huatian fell directly from the dream paradise back to reality, with a sullen face.

When Natsume Qingha wanted to speak and find a suitable comment, the night in Izu flashed through his mind.

Director Sakurai sat next to him and said to him: "But from another perspective, a person as gentle as you is worth hating, because no matter who he faces, he can laugh and smile playfully, and it is impossible to tell whether he is really smiling." Still fake smile. For the sake of everyone's harmony, he can tell gentle lies again and again. After all, does your emotion count as a different kind of coldness? '

So this time, he planned to speak his mind.

"It tastes bad. It's still as bad as ever."

A drop of crystal fell.

"Okay, my dear son, if it tastes bad, don't eat it. If you have diarrhea, it won't be good." Ms. Huatian was stunned for a second when she saw the tears on her son's face, and then gradually panicked, "Stop crying, why are you crying! He is a real man, Don’t shed tears easily.”

Is it already so unpalatable? It can destroy the tear ducts.

Immediately, she reached out to grab the cake plate, but was dodged. "It's too sweet. You added a lot of sugar this time." The boy wiped the crystal from the corners of his eyes with his forearm, then picked up the cake and took a bite.

It is too sweet? Tian cried! ?

"Nonsense! I didn't put much sugar at all. Wasn't there cream? If there was cream, I didn't put any sugar. I just put some salt to make the cake taste sweet but not greasy. I also added a little salt to strengthen it. The gluten structure makes the cake less likely to sink during the baking process, and a little more is added to eliminate the fishy smell of egg white..." Ms. Hanada twirled her fingers and tried hard to recall what she learned on the famous pastry chef's website today. The knowledge is like a child reciting the text and mumbling the words.

Looking at her appearance, Natsume Qingyu's mood became softer and she asked sincerely:
"Mom, do you still want to open a pastry shop?"

"Huh?" Ms. Huatian didn't know what her son meant, so she looked at him curiously.

I often brag to my good sisters about how delicious the cakes I make are, but my son is not even willing to share them with others, and has to fight to eat them every time.

It aroused everyone's curiosity, and they clamored every day to try the craftsmanship.

She also kept her secrets, and people who were not her son's contemporaries had no chance.

Call me daddy, say something else.

In the end, everyone unanimously chose dignity.

It seems that the temptation of pastries is not that great anymore.

But now that she remembered what her son had just said, she suddenly realized it and had a headache.

It turns out that the food I made tastes terrible, and I actually lied to her for so long.

Fortunately, I didn't share it with my sisters, otherwise I would have been really embarrassed.

So now her son must be persuading her to give up her pastry career.

But what the other person said next was beyond her expectation.

"There's really nothing I can do about you..."

Natsume Qingyu shrugged and forked all the remaining cake into his mouth, "If you want, I'll teach you. If it doesn't work, I'll give you a hand."

Mom can really start working in other industries. Working all night in a izakaya will sooner or later wear down a healthy body.

"Really?!" Ms. Hanada's eyes sparkled like a little girl getting her favorite birthday present.

"Is it possible that your son would lie to you?" Natsume Qingyu picked up the paper cup at the water dispenser and poured a few glasses of pure water.

It's not thirst, it's stomach lavage.

"You have been lying to me for a long time!" Ms. Huatian lowered her face subconsciously.

"Ah~oh?...Um, are there any?" Natsume Qingyu looked to both sides, "I'm sorry, I just ate too much candy and I'm a little confused. I can't remember."

Ms. Hanada laughed out loud at her son's stupidity.

Walking boldly beside his son, he raised his head, patted his shoulder grandly and said:
"The two of us join forces and sooner or later we will be able to dominate the pastry industry."

"That's right." The boy's eyes regained consciousness and he clasped his hands into fists.

On this night in the Meguro River, the two heroes in the world saw the same thing.

After a lot of trouble, Natsume Qingha returned to the second floor to take a shower and change clothes.

I washed the dirty clothes covered with mud in the sink before throwing them into the laundry room.

He opened the suitcase with difficulty, grabbed Fufu's big head and gently placed it on the pillow, making him sit upright.

But as soon as he let go, fufu, just like a cat that always adjusts its posture in the air to land feet first, would always reveal its snow-white fat, and face people shamelessly.

Natsume Qingyu was furious when he saw this.

Doll designers are all vegetarians, so they don’t consider the head-to-body ratio when designing?
Don’t we fufu have any privacy?
However, he suddenly had a bold idea.

Can two fufu be tied in opposite directions to create a perpetual motion machine?
"Natsume, I'm going to start showing the TV series, come here quickly."

Ms. Hanada’s urging came from next door.

After cleaning the first floor, she made an appointment with her son.

Go to bed later today and watch some TV series together to make up for the lack of mother-child bonding recently.

"What kind of drama is this?" Natsume Qingyu asked tentatively.

"Eastern drama."

The boy's bad memories immediately came to mind.

"Mom, I really don't want to watch "The Legend of Zhen Huan". How about we watch a local drama."

"It's not "The Legend of Zhen Huan"."

"what is that?"

""The Temptation of Going Home""

ha? ~You are so sexy.

Although Natsume Kiyoha doesn't know where her mother found this show from, it seems to be pretty good.

"Ah ho~ Mom, wait for me. I'll heat up two glasses of milk and I'll be here right away."

Natsume Qingyu decisively put down the clothes she was packing, jumped up, and happily ran out of the room and towards the next door.

A few seconds later, the boy came back and gently closed the door.

I told myself in my mind that it is a good habit to remember to close the door.

The most indispensable thing in the Hanada family is humor.

The most important thing for funny people is laughter.

And where there is laughter, it will always be lively.

Finally, they watched Tom and Jerry.

………………

High-rise buildings stood in the night, flashing lights.

The night of the city spreads out in front of you, and the bustling streets rush towards you.

Taxis are still bustling about, and hungover people are stumbling about the streets.

A suite is filled with warm panoramic views.

The living room inside the house is very quiet.

A cup of milk is steaming on the coffee table, a mobile phone is lying quietly, and several psychology books are piled on one side.

The huge high-end TV was dark, and only the circular sweeping robot made a subtle sound as it bumped and bumped on the carpet in the house.

And Hatsukano Suzune, who had just finished taking a shower, put on a light pajama shirt.

Standing barefoot in front of a full-length mirror with wet hair.

She just wiped her hair with a dry towel, and her hair was as blown up as a Saiyan's.

But she didn't take it seriously and looked down at her hands.

There is a small daisy stained with water drops.

In the gentle light, they all looked a little fresh, as if they were still enjoying the sunshine after leaving Izu.

Hatsukano Suzune sighed, and she finally understood why Director Sakurai cared about her hair...

It's not that the re-tied hair is weird, it's that when the idiot was tying his own hair, she accidentally used such a small daisy as a hairpin and inserted it in the blind spot of her sight.

She didn't know the truth until she untied her hair in the shower and dropped it around her ankles.

Angry and funny.

"Really... I have to be wary of that idiot at all times from now on."

Hatsukano Suzune shook her head helplessly and smiled again.

With light steps, he carefully inserted the daisy into the most conspicuous vase in the living room.

I dried my hair with a hair dryer, took the cup of hot milk on the coffee table, and walked into the studio.

This night.

A girl added a few more strokes to a painting that had "the sky, the sea, the sunset, a sailboat, and even the coastline of Tokyo Bay."

Added a little excitement of its own.

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