On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons

Dragon Lady ①

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"No. Used, but good shopping."

My father is in a good mood to open cardboard.

He kicked his hair perfectly when he said it was a holiday and quickly pushed his thick glasses up with his middle finger on his right hand.

Is it with my father's work tools and paperwork?

I don't want my devastatingly clumsy father to touch any cracks in dishes or anything. It's a role sharing of trust by my brother, Shohei "Shiitake".

"I thought so when I looked inside. Don't the three of us look big?

I've already set up my own room, and I'm helping my father, who tends to be late.

"That's okay. Because it would be nice if Sho brought his wife or more Sho's family."

"Hey, I am"

"Sho is hot."

"So I am!?

If a miracle happens, I might even be able to get married!

If I did, I'd still be too quick to think about marrying my little brother in elementary school.

"Well, Sho sure isn't hot"

Even when I moved out of my previous house, it was hard for a girl to push me over to the Idol concert. The same number of boys were here, so somehow I became the wingman of farewell greetings.

"In exchange for that, if I were your oldest son..."

I laid my hand on my father's recently widened forehead and deliberately sighed.

"... I'm sorry"

Only one person came. I mean, the teacher's here.

"They hate me because I keep fighting. Next school, you're gonna have to grow up."

I'm not fighting because I like it.

I just come across a lot of situations like cuttlefish and forceful numbs.

There's not a single fight you sold from me.

"Brother."

I hear voices from outside the room.

My brother Shohei looked out the door. It's a familiar yellow apron.

"What?"

Folding an empty cardboard and interrupting the work, I responded to Shohei's voice.

"After the kitchen and dining, I'd like to make soba."

"Oh, good. Moving soba."

"Yeah. Should I even make your neighbor's share or something?

Even if it's a neighbor, it's the woods around.

"Is that what you make at home?

Look at my father. Oh, this is a face I don't know.

"Whatever your father tells you. Isn't that you? I think it means asking for a long relationship like soba. I don't know if it's from the store, but it's from the house, right? Sho makes sure it tastes better, so make it. It's cheap."

Just say the right thing.

But Shohei makes it taste better for sure. That's all true.

I'll make it.

That's what Shohei said and took out the note.

Place a note on the chest next to the door and remove the pen from the pocket of the apron.

While my brother, he's a beautiful boy of dim fortune.

Unlike my habitual bouncing head, Shohei's hair is thin and sarcastic.

I've only been a little sick for a long time, so it's white and thin.

It's hot. Here.

"Brother, here, buy me some."

You gave me the note.

A good amount of ingredients are written.

"Oops.... you make a lot of them for a long time. Is that soba good?

"I thought I'd make it anyway, and I've been preparing it since yesterday. I don't imagine it because my dad stepped on it, but you're okay, right?

"Sasu... the soba made on my father's feet certainly doesn't sound good, but my brother is too good to make a sound."

"If you can speak anything but goo, you can shop. I don't know how many neighbors there are, so I thought I'd make more. Your brother can eat extra, right?

"You naturally dis your father, you guys."

I checked my wallet.

One 10,000 bills. It's the cost of food out of the household. I'm the shopper.

"Then I'm coming."

"Go away. Don't get lost."

Then it's not.

"Go away. Come straight home."

I'm leaving!

I finished the subtle drop-off from my family and switched to sneakers in the front door.

Out the front door of the big building and turn around once.

"... I knew you were big"

Thanks to my father for his hard work. A fine house, albeit used.