The harem party doesn't deserve to read books, right?

And these two wives...

Did you already know each other?

Not only that, judging from Mrs. Yubibin's attitude towards Xuemu, the relationship between the two may be quite good.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Mrs. Yubibin to say such words that do not give Xuemu face at all.

"Why, I'm not welcome?"

Xuemu didn't expect that the hostess of Yubibin's family happened to be Yubibin she knew in high school.

It can only be said that the fate...is wonderful.

"And who is this handsome guy? It's not that you are always alone at home, lonely, looking for a little boy, right?"

A pair of clear red phoenix eyes squinted at the boy who came over.

"I heard that a boy in his fifteenth or sixteen years old is the best match for a woman in her thirties, because both of them happen to be the age with the strongest desire in that aspect."

Pretending not to know the young man in front of her, Xuemu sneered, looking at Mrs. Yubihama and the young man in a serious manner.

Especially when Mrs. Yubibin bent over to serve her "son-to-be" putting on shoes, the sarcasm and coldness in her eyes became more intense.

"Yeah, this is the man I'm looking for. How about it? Are you envious? Mrs. Yukinoshita who is also single and lonely all the time?"

Mrs. Yuigahama didn't mean to explain at all, instead she just hugged the boy who came into the house after changing his slippers.

Under the flimsy home clothes, the overly inflated Yuanyuan squeezed recklessly on the unsuspecting young man.

"..."

Lady, please respect yourself...

The moment Mrs. Yubihama posted it, Makoto Amano noticed that the eyes cast by Xuemu seemed to be so cold that even the air around him, and even time, were frozen.

Mrs. Yuigahama is still as enthusiastic as before, but this enthusiasm...

Now it seems to have become his own reminder.

Oops, the set of rhetoric that I originally thought of, now I can't say it anymore.

My wife misunderstood me...

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"Well, I'll make tea for you..."

Where to sit, who to sit next to...

If Yukino and Yui asked this question to himself, Makoto Amano would definitely hug them both on his lap and let them sit on him, so that there would be no question of who to choose.

But now it's two wives...

How could he let the two ladies sit on his lap?

Facing the two wives' gentle and childlike angry eyes at each other, Makoto Amano could only temporarily choose to avoid it.

No matter which side you choose, you can't please yourself, and you still have to think long-term.

"Bubble tea?"

"Well, I think the two aunts have not seen each other for so many years, there must be a lot of things to talk about, so they should be very thirsty..."

Makoto Amano had already found an excuse.

"..."

At the same time, the two wives looked at the boy who was hurrying towards the kitchen with eyes half reproachful and half funny, then looked at each other at the same time, and turned their heads away from each other.

However, for some reason, Mrs. Yuigahama suddenly showed a smiling expression.

Taking the initiative to go to the kitchen to make tea, doesn't it mean that Xiaocheng regards himself as the owner of this place, and the guests...

Naturally, it was this Yukinoshita who hadn't seen him for many years, but was still very annoying.

Now it's clear at a glance who kisses who.

Hey hey.

Sure enough, Xiaocheng was still on my side.

"Humph……"

Xuemu naturally thought of this question too.

I can't help but feel a little unbalanced in my heart.

and also……

Why is Makoto Amano so skillful when he walks into this woman's kitchen?

How many times has he been here?

"I heard you got married after graduating from high school?"

Mrs. Yuigahama sat on the sofa opposite Mrs. Yukinoshita, crossed her arms, and then straightened up.

It is very simple to squeeze out of the unfathomable valley.

"Yes, sorry, I didn't invite you at that time."

The young Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't make the movement of the piano like the lady on the opposite side.

Just upholding elegance, his hands were placed flat on his thighs.

The delicate brown kimono fit tightly on her body, and although the scale of the bulge was not small, it still couldn't compare with the orange-haired lady in front of her.

I have been one size smaller than her since high school, and I still have to be one size smaller than her now...

cough cough.

Xuemu straightened her kimono collar with her hands to cover up the embarrassment that she had been thinking about in her heart just now.

She hasn't lost her composure like today for a long time.

Although most of it is because of the kid Makoto Amano, there are also factors of reuniting with a good friend from high school after a long absence.

"What apologies...Although I didn't understand you at that time, I understand now."

Mrs. Yubihama stretched out her palm, and there was a faint ring mark on the ring finger of her right hand.

"When did you get married?"

"It was also after graduating from high school... not long after."

Mrs. Yuigahama's eyes dodged a little.

She usually puts on her wedding ring when she goes out, but it's not because she commemorates her deceased husband, but because she is worried that someone will come up to harass her.

From the time when she was growing up in junior high school to now, she can't count how many men she has been approached by.

With a delicate face, destructive breasts, and soft buttocks, sometimes even women are attracted to her.

"That's it."

Compared with the marks on Mrs. Yubibin's fingers, Xuemu's hands are extremely smooth.

She never wore a so-called wedding ring at all.

It's not like a married wife at all.

"Who is the husband?"

"You don't know, it's from my hometown..."

"Childhood sweethearts?"

"That's it."

A lie needs many lies to make up, and Mrs. Yubihama can only continue to pretend to be calm as she is telling the truth.

"Divorced now, or?"

Except for the boy who just entered the kitchen to make tea, there was no trace of a man in the whole room.

"died."

"Feel sorry."

"No, no need to apologize... Where are you?"

"It is estimated that there is a female college student in Tokyo, so I haven't come home."

The young lady was as calm as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her.

"Why don't you get a divorce? Anyway, you should..."

"divorce?"

After getting divorced, I have to spend time to find another tool person, and...

The daughters are not easy to explain.

Especially now that they haven't been told too much about their father.

"Is black tea okay?"

While the two wives were chatting, Makoto Amano finally made tea and came over.

Did you hear the word divorce just now?

Who wants a divorce?

Makoto Amano scanned the faces of the two wives back and forth curiously.

It should be impossible for Mrs. Yubihama. No matter how you look at it, there are no men in this family, just like the family of sister Sayuri before.

There was not a single pair of men's shoes in the hallway.

That is……

Aunt Yukinoshita is here.

Are you going to divorce your uncle?

If this is the case, no wonder she doesn't want Yang Nao and Xue Nao to know...

"It's so fragrant, and the taste is not too greasy or astringent. It's much better than what I made before. It's obviously the same water and tea set. How did Xiaocheng do it?"

The same is true for the cream cake I made some time ago. I obviously copied all the steps of Amano Makoto, but the final one was still worse than him.

Mrs. Yuigahama didn't quite understand.

"It's mainly the temperature of the water, and the timing of adding the black tea..."

Makoto Amano enthusiastically taught his wife how to cook.

"Xiaocheng is amazing..."

Made it.

Mrs. Yubihama couldn't wait to try the method Makoto Amano said, and it turned out to be perfectly done this time.

But when she happily returned to the living room, she found that Amano Makoto had already sat next to Snow Mother.

This……

Shouldn't Xiaocheng be on my side?

Why are you sitting by her side now?

Mrs. Yuigahama, who was happy at first, became visibly unhappy again.

"He knows more than that."

Xuemu also took a sip of black tea.

As always, Makoto Amano's craftsmanship is impeccable.

Like the last massage.