Tokyo: Starting from staying with my mother’s best friend

Chapter 12 What happened to A?
Night fell completely.

In the night rain, the bustling and noisy night view of Tokyo highlights the desertedness of the Huacheng family's mansion.

Huacheng Xingzi was silent for a long time.

"Ah~"

The two emotions of grievance and confusion fermented in the widow's heart, swelling and clogging up in her body like marshmallows.

She looked up at the ceiling. After a long time, she limped to the refrigerator, took a dozen beers and returned to her desk.

He pulled the tab of a can of beer, took a deep sip into his stomach, then opened his mouth and exhaled a long breath into the air.

It seems that this action can expel the anger in the chest.

Afterwards, the strong and resolute widow returned to work.

In the kitchen at this time, Iinuma Isao had just taken out the cooked chicken, cooled it with ice water, and then tore the chicken off.

Then, I picked up a kitchen knife and chopped green onion and coriander. Then I took a small bowl and added seasonings such as chicken powder, salt, sugar, a small amount of salt and pepper and pepper. The chicken is ready!

The second course, sweet and sour pork ribs!

Wash the ribs and chop them into even small pieces, blanch the onion, ginger and cooking wine, drain, put it into the pot, add cinnamon, star anise, dried chili and stir-fry... The rich fragrance will soon spread out.

During this period, the young man turned to look at the lady working in the living room, and then at the dinner he had cooked.

Then, he took out a small bottle and added ingredients into it furtively.

The cooked dishes are brought out and placed on the dining table.

Next to the fireplace, half of Huacheng Xingzi's body was bathed in the firelight. Her fair and tender face seemed to be shining with light, and the fine hairs on her face were shining.

The armrests of the office chair were very high, and she rested her elbows there, supported her head with her palms, and made various postures that looked very coquettish and elegant to onlookers.

Sometimes she would lower her head, sometimes tilt it, and sometimes raise it weakly, as if a heavy burden was lifted from her neck.

There was a footstool under the desk. Her white and slender feet sometimes stepped on it and sometimes retracted into the skirt of the black kimono.

After reading the documents for a while, Huacheng Xingzi rubbed her eyes tiredly and moved her body unconsciously closer to the desk.

After bending her waist slightly, the heavy fabric on the chest of the kimono slowly touched the table.

This picture looks familiar.

Ionuma Isao observed calmly.

For women with larger busts, if they straighten their backs and read for a long time without wearing a bra, their backs will become sore and painful, so they will unconsciously bend over and put them on the table to relieve the pressure...

So when I saw Aunt Kyoko looking like this, the discerning Ionuma Isao immediately knew what she was like under her kimono.

……

Exhausted physically and mentally, Huacheng Xingzi put down the documents and gently rubbed her swollen and painful ankles.

"Aunt Xingzi, come to eat."

When she heard the shout, she quickly took her hand back and looked sideways: "Okay."

Ionuma Isao stared at her ankle: "How are your feet?"

"never mind."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"It's all right!"

Huacheng Xingzi put on the solemn and majestic look of an elder and shook her head unsmilingly: "This little problem doesn't matter. You go to eat. I will read the documents for a while."

"Angel, eat!"

Ionuma Isao shouted upstairs.

There were footsteps on the top of the stairs, and Ionuma stared intently.

The light above the head shines out in all directions and is reflected or absorbed by the corridors and walls of the stairwell, intertwining subtle colors in the air.

It looks like a medieval oil painting.

In this mysterious tone, at the top of the spiral staircase, a perfect puppet like a ceramic work of art, bathed in an extraordinarily shining light, descended quietly and gracefully into the world.The Angels are perfect every time they appear.

"Are you dumbfounded?"

A soft and clear voice reached Iinuma Isao's ears.

With impeccable grace, Iori Hanacheng walked down the spiral staircase and arrived at the dirty lower world, accepting the devout worship of humans.

Ionuma Isao lowered his head silently.

The angel's cute little feet are wearing cute slippers with the soles touching the floor.

Look, she's only human!

"Why do you have to doubt whether I am human every time you see me?" Angel slowly came to him with his arms folded, his expression elegant and calm, "How many times do you have to reiterate it before you are so stupid? Thoughts?"

Ionuma Isao thought seriously.

Huacheng Xingzi took a sip of beer and looked at the two children from the corner of her eyes - to be honest, she felt that they were a match made in heaven.

"Well……"

Iinuma Isao pondered for a moment: "I said...hey, forget it."

"What a helpless and boring tone." The angel shook his head in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, I came from a lowly background and don't have many elegant things in my mind. I apologize if I make you feel like you can't find any fun."

Ionuma Isao said half-jokingly and half-surrendering, and came to the dining table with her.

Warm yellow lighting, stained old ceiling, and steaming food on the table.

Shredded chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, and scrambled eggs and soup.

The angel turned his face slightly and looked out the window at the cherry blossoms blooming in the night rain. He gently scooped up a spoonful of soup with his little hands and put it into the cherry's little mouth.

The adjective "light" is no exaggeration when applied to her.

Her whole body seemed to be unaffected by gravity, and she felt light and airy no matter what she did.

Her aura of a wealthy lady is as elegant as if she was born with it.

Ionuma Isao stared at her for a long time, observing, scrutinizing, labeling and so on.

After observing it for a long time, you can't help but be surprised by her exquisiteness.

The skin is as thick as fat and the muscles are like snow, and the face can be broken by blows;

Under the fluttering eyelashes like mimosa, the eyes are clear and ethereal, sometimes flashing with innate pride and aloofness.

The small cherry mouth is soft and beautiful; the lips are just like the petals of cherry blossoms blooming in the night rain.

The moist evening breeze blew in from the window, causing her long hair as black as pencil lead to sway slightly, creating an otherworldly feeling that was like an unearthly fireworks.

This beautiful moment made Ionuma Isao feel that my mother should have looked like this when she was young.

Alas?
Is there something I forgot to observe?

Ionuma Isao couldn't help but look down from her pretty chin.

The slightly undulating mountains on the angel's chest can be seen or not, but it does seem a bit... Hey, no one is perfect!

Suddenly, the angel frowned in displeasure.

Ionuma Isao quickly looked away.

The ability to see through other people's minds is so troublesome!
"It doesn't matter, I don't care at all!"

The angel glared over fiercely, scooped up the soup with a spoon and put it to his lips, emphasizing the key point and said: "The success of a person should be determined by the inner, not the external characteristics! Even if it really depends on the appearance, Winning or losing should also be scored based on the overall balance, rather than just looking at a certain point. So I don't care about the size at all!"

Yeah, yeah, you don't care.

Your tirade and your almost murderous eyes are all signs of indifference.

Ionuma Isao didn't dare to answer these words, and silently lowered his head to hold back his laughter.

(End of this chapter)