After making a few more strokes on the page of the light novel, Mr. Qianyuan felt noisy when he heard the voice of his younger sister in his ears.

Why did this woman cry out that she was hungry again?

He doesn't feel anything yet.

I glanced up at the clock and saw that four hours had passed.

Fortunately, she can listen to light music for four hours, so she can't bear to play with her mobile phone for such a long time.

He stretched, pulled off the key ring, took out a cabbage and a piece of fresh meat from the refrigerator at his sister's house, and returned to his kitchen.

"Let me cut it!" Sister Jiang volunteered.

"You'd better sit back and relax, and let the obsessive-compulsive disorder patients go. If the thickness deviation is too large, I will want to die." He sighed.

Mr. Qianyuan's knife is quick and sharp, and the difference in thickness of each cabbage shred is negligible.

——Dong dong dong

Listening to the sound of handsome guys knocking on the door from the TV behind him, the young man couldn't help but marvel at the sound quality of his own TV, which was so outstanding and immersive.

Why does it last so long? The director wanted to rely on this to make up the duration?

Mr. Qianyuan turned his head in confusion.

"Zhuda, someone knocked on the door and you didn't hear it, right?"

"oh oh!"

With a tremor, my sister finally recalled her extra purpose here.

He rushed towards the door with bare feet and even arranged his clothes before opening the door.

“Welcome.”

"What are you doing?"

The president, who was preparing to visit during the Chinese New Year, looked at the girl in a white dress with some astonishment.

A lovely smile bloomed on her face, and her normally beautiful crescent-moon eyes turned into a slit.

"Nothing, fast forward, fast forward!"

"No, I suspect I went to the wrong door..." Mr. Hirata looked up and suspected that he was aging prematurely and his memory was obviously declining.

"You made the wrong move, even if you made the wrong move, both of us are here today." Mr. Qianyuan finished cutting two plates of vegetables, wiped his hands, and glanced at the middle-aged man in the direction of the door.

He asked: "Should the meat be more focused or tender?"

The agent, who put on his slippers and sat comfortably on the sofa, thought for a while and said, "Let's focus."

Men always like strong flavors.

Miss Cai Miao hummed twice, as if she didn't agree: "It's better to be more tender."

She quietly touched her waist. She felt as if she had gained weight. Too much oil might also have an effect.

Looking at the two people glaring at each other, Mr. Qianyuan shook his head helplessly:

"One person is half as good..."

He sent the two of them to watch TV. Although he was a little curious as to why Hirata was here today, he still thought it would be better to wait until after dinner. After all, he was busy.

One serving per person, plus a plate of cabbage with some chili shreds. Today's lunch is as ordinary as usual.

After helping the two lazy dogs put the rice on the table, Qianyuan asked an extra question.

"By the way, I also made sweet and sour poached eggs. Which of you wants one?"

"I, I, I..."

Two adults are fighting for each other like children.

Anyway, there was still a lot, so there was no rush. Mr. Qianyuan took a leisurely gulp, then raised his head and looked at the cartoon playing on the TV, repeating the cycle.

"Speaking of which, Hirata, what are you doing here today?" He swallowed lightly the rice dipped in sweet and sour sauce.

"Oh, right, isn't it the New Year?" Hirata clicked his tongue, "I was thinking of dragging you out to have some fun, take a photo together, and use it to deceive the otakus."

"There will be a fireworks display tonight, don't miss it."

Thinking of seeing groups of beauties traveling every year, single old men have already become excited in advance.

"Farewell, it was the same last year. I walked for a long time and couldn't even get a seat. In the end, I had to go to Starbucks to use the wifi and watch the live broadcast on my phone. You forgot, right?"

Qianyuan sighed lowly. He had nowhere to vent his grief and anger, so he could only drink orange juice.

"So this time I went out of my way to get a front-row seat, so why don't I get a double reward this year?" Mr. Hirata, a mature social man, was very proud. A small book with the phone number of an old friend in his hand was exuding something strange at this moment.

light.

He is confident that this phone book, which connects all employees in the industry, is worth one billion yen.

The young man sighed and said, "But I just want to stay at home, play with the ship girl, read novels, and enjoy the leisurely life of the house."

The president thought for a while and continued: "Actually, you can also play shipgirl outside, read novels, and enjoy the fireworks of 'Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff.'"

"At that time, beautiful girls wearing Japanese kimonos will be waving fireworks sticks on the riverside. Think about that scene, it will be as beautiful as in the animation."

"But it's very tiring to go out." Mr. Qianyuan said firmly without being deceived at all.

He thought for a while and continued: "There are so many people, it's crowded, and there's also the stench of hormones from male and female couples, so you'll suffer when you go out."

The latter is definitely the most unacceptable thing for him as an elderly FFF member.

Hearing this, Hirata suddenly changed his face in a Sichuan opera. His original warmth was gone, and he turned into regret that his plan had failed. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to Miss Zhuda and spread his hands.

The younger sister frowned and swayed back and forth on the chair with her feet.

"I finally understand. It was Zhuda who asked you to come, right?" Mr. Qianyuan suddenly understood.

"No, how did you tell?" Hirata was shocked.

"My acting skills are too good, and I'm not an idiot."

Qianyuan stacked up several plates and bowls that he had finished eating and walked straight to the kitchen.

"I just read novels late recently. It's not like something really happened. Do you have to be so worried?" He shook his head, "Don't worry, you don't need to see a psychiatrist. After this period, just finish the content and I'll take the exam."

It’s been like this for the past few months.”

Zhuda Caimiao, who sat back on the sofa, picked up the novel on the table and opened it, "But I have never heard of someone as serious as you."

Holding it high, the book is filled with red and blue handwriting that are criss-crossed and densely packed.

"Awesome!" The agent looked at the male mother in the kitchen with admiration, "If you win this time, I'll treat you to a big dinner."

"Don't!"

Mr. Qianyuan subconsciously said: "I always feel that I can't embody the emotions of the protagonist. He is an Internet-addicted boy and it is an adventure story. I can't relate to it at all."

"I've always been able to muddle along, but this kind of plot is too passionate..."

Speaking of this, Zhuda Caimiao on the sofa suddenly interjected: "But the sister inside is very suitable for me."

"Cute, persistent, gentle, and good at swordsmanship. This character is really amazing!"

Mr. Qianyuan couldn't help but be speechless. His younger sister was too narcissistic.

"Excuse me, which one of the above applies?" The boy raised his eyebrows, "Even if you say you are cute, you have to put on makeup to make it look cute."

In response to this slander and slander, Zhuda Caimiao folded her hands and hummed softly.

"Hirata Hirata, I want to audition for this!" she shouted coquettishly.

"Okay, I'll just make a phone call." Mr. President raised his head proudly.

…

Fifteen minutes later.

The pretty and juicy little girl hummed proudly and poked the soft flesh of the person next to her with her finger.

"Hehe, just now someone said he didn't want to come, but why did Peipidianpidian follow him?"

"Laughing. If you two hadn't said you wanted to bring Shuicang with you, would I have come?" The male mother's eyes were contemptuous, "I highly doubt that Shuicang's little classmate will be lost by you two incompetent adults. Then I will be ashamed."

To other parents, I can only commit seppuku and apologize."

"It's not that serious, right?" The unpretentious president slowed down the car, touched his nose, and said somewhat unconfidently.

But Zhuda Caimiao just smiled hypocritically and gritted his teeth secretly.

"By the way, stop at the convenience store in front." Qianyuan waved towards the rearview mirror in the car, "I'll go down and buy something."

"Absolutely, why are you more mother-in-law than us girls?" the girl said dissatisfied.

Mr. Qianyuan didn't say anything, he just patted her thigh and told her to get out of the way quickly so that she wouldn't block him from getting off the car.

Before three minutes, he, with messy hair and a large bag of things in his hand, rushed back to the car.

But this time I was sitting in the passenger seat. After all, it was better to leave the back seat for the two girls.

"Zhuda, the portion for the three of us may have been a bit small. Do you want a sandwich?" He turned around and asked.

"Ah, now?"

The younger sister touched her waist.

"You can wait a while." The boy thought for a while and stuffed it back into the bag.

As for Hirata, it is inconvenient for him to still be driving.

"By the way, how far is Shuicang-san's home?" He lowered his head and tapped his cell phone and asked.

The president glanced at the map display on his phone and replied: "About two minutes..."

"Are you going to sit there so early and wait for them to set off fireworks?"

"How is that possible?" the president said in surprise.
Chapter completed!