Naturally, the issue of income came up during the meal.
No matter how much Chiyo Naoko believed in her own seed, a poor student suddenly turned into an untouchable rich person. Of course, it was even harder for her to accept it as her brain circuit was still normal.
But a good person is his own son.
Compared to Genki Ichiro, whose stature and intelligence were not proportional, Chiyo Naoko was not fooled so easily and asked Minamoto no Yorimitsu to show various evidence of legal income.
I expected that such a day would come.
Minamoto Yorimitsu prepared many photos in advance, including text message reminders of bank account deposits, photos of Ando Electronics Club's signing documents, and company valuations searched online, and there are all kinds of information.
Chiyo Naoko finally chose to believe in Minamoto Yorimitsu.
What else can you do if you don’t believe it?
As a mother who is not very well-educated, she should be proud of her son who has made great achievements. Being vaguely suspicious, suspicious and worried is not the character of a parent.
"Wait a minute, Aguang, how much did you say you took?" Chiyo Naoko pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked suddenly as she fiddled with her fingers in the bag.
"Ten million yen." Minamoto Yorimitsu answered truthfully.
Chiyo Naoko nodded thoughtfully, then took the bag up in front of the dining table, tilted it towards Minamoto Yorimitsu and asked aloud: "Did you put the eight bundles separately?"
"No, I went to the bank to get it, a bundle of one hundred notes." Minamoto norimitsu knew something was fishy when he saw his mother's movements, and immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and said.
Of course, you can't withdraw 10 million yen from a convenience store.
ATMs also have limits. For larger amounts like this, you will naturally have to go to the bank. In the bank, one hundred Fukuzawa Yukichi are bundled together, and they are also fixed with white strips of paper in the middle.
Chiyo Naoko took out all the money from the bag and placed it clearly on the dining table in front of her. A gentle smile appeared on her face and asked: "Then why are there only eight bundles?"
Although this question was addressed to Minamoto Yorimitsu, his face turned towards the husband next to him. His eyes settled on Minamoto Ichiro's face. He looked at the husband who buried his face in the bowl and couldn't even see his smiling eyes.
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Feeling the vague murderous aura next to him, Ichiro Genki gradually broke out in sweat on his head.
But his resolute face still maintained an unprecedented calmness. He raised his head like a lake and put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands. He frowned and looked at Minamoto Yorimitsu opposite him, and asked in a questioning tone.
Said: "Yes, why are there only eight bundles? Did you remember it wrong?"
Genki Ichiro frowned and straightened his broad chest. His eyes suddenly became as sharp as a hawk circling in the sky. He looked at his son with a righteous face and said in a deep voice:
"Since you were a child, I have taught you to be meticulous in everything you do, and to pay complete attention to even small things. Caution and conscientiousness are the foundation of our life as a Genji. This time you clearly took eight bundles and said they were ten bundles. As a
As a father, I have to..."
Before he could finish his words, he received a slap on the back of the head, instantly knocking Genki Ichiro's burly body forward, and a few grains of the unfinished rice in his mouth spurted out.
This sudden slap shocked everyone. The loud slap echoed around the room. Minamoto no Yoriguang felt a little numb just looking at it.
As for Sakichu Koto, he was even more frightened and trembling.
I almost buried my head in my rice bowl.
Chiyo Naoko slapped the table and said angrily: "Bring me the money!"
The table shot made Genki Ichiro tremble again. He transformed from the tiger he was just now into a kitten. He touched the back of his head and said to his wife with a flattering face: "I really didn't put the money in my pocket. I'm sure
Aguang himself made a mistake in remembering it, how could I do such a thing..."
"You go to sleep in the fields tonight."
"Wife..."
"It's useless to call my husband."
"husband..."
"Bring it to you right away! Look at your trouser pockets that are almost bursting, and one side is so symmetrical! Are you afraid that I won't notice? I've never seen you so stupid when it comes to hiding money!"
Chiyo Naoko was so angry with her husband that she slapped him with another slap. Genkiichiro, who was still lucky, suddenly became honest. He took out the money from his trouser pocket and put it on the table obediently. There was no trace of family affection at all.
The majesty and posture of the Lord.
It’s hard to imagine the reason why a burly man of 1.85 meters was being trained to be obedient by his mother who was only 1.5 meters tall, and suppressed him casually with one hand.
Isn't this a paper tiger?
So classic.
It’s so classic that Sakichu Koto’s hand trembles when holding the chopsticks.
"Oh, don't be afraid, kid. In fact, aunt and your uncle are very happy. We have been together for a long time. It is normal for couples to fight and fight."
After Chiyo Naoko took care of her husband, she seemed to have noticed it. She quickly put on the gentle smile on her face and softly soothed Sakichu Koto's trembling heart.
After saying this, he seemed to feel that he was not convincing enough. He was afraid of frightening his children, so he turned to look at the husband beside him and asked in a gentle voice, "What do you think? Ichiro?"
"Happiness, happiness, I'm so happy..."
Genki Ichiro smiled an even uglier smile.
It was obvious that he was somewhat reluctant, but when he felt his legs being pinched under the table, his face almost turned the color of pig liver in pain. Genki Ichiro nodded hurriedly, affirming what he just said.
Chiyo Naoko snorted softly and picked up bowls to serve soup to everyone, especially the bowl for Sakichu Koto. There was definitely more fish and tofu than soup, but the little girl was obviously flattered.
Especially when I witnessed the scene where the tiger was directly transformed into a sick cat.
In order to show special welcome to his future daughter-in-law, the second elder, as a countryman, started preparing very early. Although the dishes are all simple fried shrimp tempura, fish head miso soup, stews, stir-fries, etc.
But the fact that the whole table is covered shows the sincerity.
After all, the family's financial situation is tight, and it is impossible to have a large sum of money.
As everyone completed the meal-opening etiquette of putting their chopsticks upright in their palms, Minamoto Yorimitsu picked out a few stir-fry dishes that seemed to suit his taste, put them in his mouth and savored the family taste.
To be honest, it's not that delicious. It's far worse than the restaurants he visited a while ago. But after the faint taste of fat enters his mouth, his taste buds seem to have awakened the previous memories, and a feeling of peace of mind arises spontaneously, especially
Being pushed back and forth by my parents to pick up food made the feeling even more intense.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was a little silent while eating the crystal rice. He suddenly remembered the smell of his home in his previous life. However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something strange beside him. He turned to look at Sakichu Kodou who was putting the chopsticks in his mouth. She was
For a moment, I lowered my head and there were tears in the corners of my eyes.
But because she always kept her head down, her parents didn't notice.
"What's wrong?" Minamoto Yorimitsu turned sideways and asked softly.
Sakichu Xiaoteng moved when he heard the sound, turned his head slightly and tried his best to suppress his emotions, and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice: "...I think of my mother..."
Minamoto Yorimitsu was silent for a moment after hearing this.
Then he quietly reached his left hand under the table.
He held her hand again.
No resistance, no resistance.
The warmth in the palms blends with each other.
"Me too."
A rare gentle voice sounded.
It plucked her heart like a string.
Sakichu Xiaotou felt the heat coming from his palms, and once again subconsciously grasped the hard-won warmth, almost using up all his strength.
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