My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 358 Really?
Grandma smiled kindly, took the packages from the waitress, and carefully adjusted the carrying straps.

After they finished explaining the lunch, they handed the food to Tsuna, Shoko, and the other three.
"Remember to bring back some local specialties when you go back."

Seeing her beloved grandson accept the package without hesitation, a soft smile appeared in the grandmother's eyes.

But just as the smile lines spread across her face, her gaze caught sight of Azuya and Ayumi, their fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of their clothes, their lips hesitating as if about to speak.

Grandma's smile vanished instantly; before any polite words of refusal could even form, she preemptively spoke up to stop them:
"Hey! Put it away quickly, why bother with this formality with Grandma?"

Her gaze swept intently over the children, pausing slightly:
"It's just some dried bamboo shoots from our own mountain and some freshly made jam. Why should we keep arguing about it?"
"If you don't buy it now, but want to take some back with you after you leave, you'll end up spending a lot of money unnecessarily."

"..."

Ayumi Ajitani felt that the weight of this package was unusual, unlike what her grandmother had described as only containing dried bamboo shoots and jam.

"Is this really... just dried bamboo shoots and jam?" She looked down at the square, angular bottom of the package, her eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly.

Her whispered words did not escape her grandmother's ears.

The old woman immediately straightened her face, pretending to be 'ruthless', but the barely suppressed smile at the corner of her eye had already betrayed her completely:

"If you don't accept this, I'll charge you for your accommodation when you come to my hot springs during winter and summer vacations!"

She deliberately raised her voice a little: "Then we'll have to charge you the VIP rate at the guesthouse!"
Plus a 50% service charge! I, your grandma, won't give you a single penny discount!

Since things have come to this point, it would be impolite to refuse any further.

In addition, Shoko gently tugged at Ayumi's sleeve and whispered a word of support from the side:
"Ayumi, please accept this... It's a token of Grandma's affection."

With this 'internal support', Ayumi and the other two had no choice but to obediently comply.

The three of them, a little embarrassed, carefully held the "local produce package" in their hands, quickly thanked their smiling grandmother, and then...
As if afraid that the old man would come up with some irresistible tricks, she quickly turned around and hurried up the stairs to her room on the second floor to pack her luggage.

Just as Tsuna and Shoko were about to go upstairs to pack their luggage, their grandmother called out to them from behind:
"Tsuna, wait a moment."

Gang looked back at his grandmother with a puzzled expression.

"I have some things here, you can take them back to your mother later."

"Okay." Tsuna nodded, then looked at Shoko beside him: "Shoko, you go upstairs and pack up first."

"Uh-huh."

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When we left, my maternal grandfather and his family saw us off at the hotel entrance.

When they arrived, each person carried only a backpack, but on the return trip, their hands were filled with shopping bags of all sizes, except for Ayumi Ajitani.

And Tsuna now has a large suitcase by his side.

"It's a pity your uncle went to slack off," Grandpa said, leaning on his cane with a serious expression, but his words carried a hint of everyday complaint.
"Or we could have him drive you there; that would save us a lot of trouble."

“No need,” Tsuna waved his hand with a smile. “It’s such a long way to and from here. Even if my uncle were here, I wouldn’t ask him to drive us there.”

Another reason is that there isn't enough room for so many people.

Then, A-Gang gently reminded his grandfather to take good care of himself. The grandfather's smile deepened, and he lovingly patted his grandson's shoulder.

Grandma and Shoko had finished their whispered conversation when Grandma's loving gaze fell on the girl's face, and her warm hand gently covered her hair, stroking it softly.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Mitsuba unconsciously rubbed the edge of her phone back and forth, her gaze frequently glancing at Ayumi Ajitani.

Watching his older sister chatter on and on with Ayumi Ajitani, his hesitation never ceased. Finally, it was Junko Mito who noticed the glances he was giving her, and seeing how tightly he was clutching his phone, she immediately guessed what he was thinking.

She rolled her eyes at him, speechless.

However, she would naturally support her younger brother. But was she really going to personally ask for Ayumi's LINE account for him?
She really couldn't bring herself to open her mouth.

"Ayumi, I'll create a group chat. I'll post all the photos I took of you at the hotel these past few days in the group so everyone can save them."

Ayumi Ajitani, unsuspecting, brightened up and nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Junko-nee!"

The eyes of the woman listening nearby also lit up.

The longer the farewell whispers, the heavier the reluctance in one's heart.

Under the shade of the maple trees, dappled sunlight flickered on Takagi and Nishikata's shoulders. Watching Tsuna and the others approach, they knew it was time to return.

"Let's go."

Grandpa and Grandma had already returned to the hotel, leaving only Junko and her brother standing at the entrance.

They watched silently as Tsuna and his group boarded the bus until the doors closed.

Only after the bus had completely disappeared from sight did Junko Mito turn away, turn her head, and give her younger brother a mischievous raised eyebrow:
"Little brother, this is all the help I can give you. The rest... is up to you."

"..."

"feel--"

"Stop it! Stop it! Don't give me that nonsense!"

Junko Mito knew his tricks all too well; before he could even utter a word of thanks, her hand had already precisely positioned itself in front of him to stop him.

“I’m sick of hearing ‘thank you’.” She curled her lip in disdain, a sly glint in her eyes: “How about something more substantial in return?”

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her right hand and quickly rubbed her thumb and forefinger together a few times in front of him, the movement as fluid as if she were counting money.

"What...what...really?" Looking at his sister's cheeky expression, Miteng Yiyuan began to hesitate, wondering if the deal was worth it.

To the male tourists passing by, Junko Mito, dressed in an elegant yukata, stood gracefully at the entrance.

The lively and expressive eyes and brows added to her charm, drawing the attention of passersby who lingered for a few more seconds.

“You’ll cover two of my shifts.” Junko Mito held up two fingers and waved them in front of him.

"……don't want."

Junko Mito had clearly anticipated his rejection.

A sly smile played on her lips as she casually drew circles in front of his eyes with her outstretched index finger.
"Little brother, have you... thought this through?" She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her tone carrying a knowing, mocking tone.

"If you miss this opportunity, who knows when the next one will come?"

"..."

"I haven't created the group yet, so you can discard those ideas in your head."

"..."

"Forget about asking Tsuna for the idea; he'll probably ask Ayumi first if she'll give it to him."

(End of this chapter)