Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 75: Shinsako is disqualified

Kiyoaki Matsueda took a can of beer from the refrigerator.

With his shoulder against the refrigerator door, he sipped his cold beer while watching Masako's back as she cooked.

As expected of someone who has run a restaurant for decades, her cooking movements are quite agile. She can actually cut vegetables, taste the soup, and spray oil into the hot pot to cook fish.

Every movement is quite beautiful, flexible and integrated.

Reminiscent of a percussionist.

Under the extremely short skirt, her legs are folded together, and the lines of her tight and slender legs are extremely beautiful.

"This is the first time I've seen you cook. I didn't expect you to be quite good at it." Kiyokatsu Matsueda praised.

"I've learned a lot from running the restaurant for a long time," said Matsueda Shinsako calmly.

There was no emotion on that noble face, giving people the feeling that she would remain calm no matter what happened.

But in fact, her heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface, which could be seen from the slight trembling of her fingertips.

"At a time like this, you can still maintain your cool and aloof demeanor. Your mental strength is truly admirable." Kiyoaki Matsueda joked.

"……snort!"

Matsueda Shinsako maintained a tough stance.

Masako, you have to hold on!
Never be weak!
Kiyoaki Matsueda was not the kind of person who liked to talk nonsense all the time. He leaned against the refrigerator door, drinking and watching her cook fish.

Her ladylike waist was surprisingly thin.

It was as if for some reason, she had skipped the period when her waist became fat and bloated due to her pregnancy with her daughter. Her waist was still as slender and firm as a virgin's. The light from above made the outline of her body even more hazy.

As Kiyoaki Matsueda was observing, the sound of musical instruments suddenly came from outside.

The melody is precise and emotional, and the notes are like stars in the night sky, sparkling yet not dazzling.

It's the little deer practicing the oboe.

He walked to the window and looked into the courtyard.

In the quiet and gentle night, the gilded brass instrument in the girl's hands reflects dazzling light, and her satin-like black hair sways slowly in the evening breeze, creating an aesthetic scene like the arrival of the goddess of beauty.

"It sounds so nice." said Kiyokatsu Matsueda.

"Yeah~"

There is pride as a mother in Masako Matsueda's eyes.

Raising such an outstanding daughter is the proudest achievement of her life.

Dinner was quickly prepared with the beautiful sound of the oboe.

Matsueda Shinsako turned around and looked over: "What should we do now?"

"Didn't I teach you etiquette?" Matsueda Kiyoaki asked coldly, his eyes as cold and ruthless as hers.

The most satisfying revenge is to give someone a taste of their own medicine.

"..."

Matsueda Shinsako took a deep breath, held up the hem of her skirt with both hands, stepped back slightly with her right foot, and bowed: "Dinner is ready, what do you want Shinsako to do now?"

"Now take the dinner to the dining room."

"……what?"

"Otherwise, you want me to eat here?" Songeda Qingxian opened the kitchen door and said with a smile: "Hurry up."

That gentle smile and well-mannered handsome appearance, in the eyes of Matsueda Shinsako, made him look like a complete scoundrel.

While the deer wasn't looking back, Matsueda Shinsako picked up a plate of food in one hand and quickly ran towards the living room.

The sound of the oboe in the courtyard seemed to be disturbed and slightly out of tune.

The girl frowned slightly and stopped playing.

The sudden sound of high-heeled footsteps behind her disturbed her concentration.

She subconsciously turned her head to check the situation.

"Hey, why did you stop?" At the critical moment, Matsueda Kiyoaki spoke to attract the girl's attention.

Songzhi Luming looked over at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was no smile, only contempt: "No wonder I suddenly felt sick and couldn't play, it turned out that you, a stink bug, came over."

Even when she was cursing, her voice was still sweet, as clear and melodious as the sound of a bell.

"Huh? Bedbugs?"

"Stop it, the bedbug is talking about you."

"Giving nicknames is such a childish way of slandering others."

"Ha~"

The two were arguing, and Matsueda Shinsako's heartbeat, which had stopped, slowly recovered.

"Whoo~"

Good thing, I almost got seen...

Immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, after just a few seconds, her back was covered in cold sweat.

Taking advantage of the moment when my daughter's attention was drawn, I quickly brought the food from the kitchen to the dining room.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go upstairs, footsteps were heard outside the door.

There was no time to go upstairs, so Matsueda Shinsako could only hide in Matsueda Kiyaki's room nearby.

The room was very empty. In order to be able to leave at any time, Matsueda Kiyoaki did not replace the furniture even though he had money, and he did not even buy a computer.

"You stay here by yourself." Kiyoaki Matsueda said behind her.

Matsueda Shinsako was eager for him to leave quickly so that she could be alone, so she sat on the ground without any resistance.

Very well behaved, finally acting like a maid.

Kiyoaki Matsueda stood behind her and stretched out his foot to rub off her high heels.

The small feet wrapped in white silk were exposed.

Matsueda Shinsako trembled.

"Are you ticklish?" he asked, smiling.

Matsueda Shinsako's eyes were indifferent: "Don't be afraid!"

Songzhi Qingxian teased her for a while, and then said to her: "I'm going to eat. If you don't want to go, I'll bring you food later."

After he walked out of the room and closed the door, Matsueda Shinsako's tense body suddenly relaxed. She folded her legs and sat sideways, muttering and cursing.

"Is dinner ready? Where's mom?"

The sound of snow falling came from outside the door, carrying with it the moist scent of bathing.

"It seems like he went out." Matsueda Kiyoaki replied.

"Where else can she go so late..." Matsueda Kiyoyuki muttered and picked up the phone.

Inside the room, the phone suddenly rang. Matsueda Shinsako was startled and her finger trembled as she swiped across the answer icon on the screen...

"Hello? Mom, where have you been?"

"I, I'm going to a tea party..."

"Why are you still going so late? I'll pick you up when it's over."

"No, that's fine. I'll take a taxi back by myself. You and your sister should go to bed early..."

After hanging up the phone, Matsueda Shinsako collapsed on the floor powerlessly, covering her burning cheeks with her hands, feeling so embarrassed.

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In the living room, the three of them ate dinner slowly.

The dishes were quite plentiful, the mistress's cooking skills were not bad, and Matsueda Kiyoaki was in a good mood and had a good appetite. He had a meal that could be said to be the most delicious and tasty since he had traveled through time, and was about to have the most pleasant night.

　This chapter has been half-harmonized, so...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)