Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

She could now truly feel the sense of security that came from living with Ginjo, although it was short-lived, it was wonderful.

After returning to the room, the two of them changed into comfortable home clothes, put on the two aprons that the wife brought, and went into the kitchen together.

The small space was quickly filled with a warm atmosphere. Just like what was shown on TV, making dumplings together was a lot of fun for couples.

Ginjo Sosuke was in charge of kneading the dough, while Matsumoto Tomoko was carefully preparing the fillings. Various seasonings and minced meat were mixed together, and soon the aroma wafted out.

After the dough has finished resting and the surface has been kneaded to a smooth surface, my wife's preparations have also been completed.

Next, the wife divided the dough into small pieces and pressed them into circles with her palms. Then, she took out a rolling pin and rolled all the dough into thin skins.

The thick and long stick rotates flexibly in the wife's hands. Although it looks simple, it actually requires some skills and strength.

Without a certain level of proficiency, it would be impossible to do it so easily. Every time she rolled the dough, the dough became more even and smooth.

Tomoko Matsumoto's skill in rolling dumpling skins has reached perfection, and it seems that she has practiced it many times before.

The next step was to make dumplings. Yincheng brought over the fillings that had been prepared.

The wife picked up a dough, placed it in the palm of her hand, then scooped a spoonful of filling and placed it in the center of the dough. Then she gently folded the dough in half and pinched the edges to ensure that the dumpling would not break.

Finally, she gently pressed the edge of the dumpling with her fingers to make it look more beautiful, and a perfectly shaped dumpling was born.

Sosuke Ginjo also started to work like his wife. Although his technique was not as skillful as hers, he quickly mastered the trick.

Gradually, they made more and more dumplings, filling up one plate after another.

When everything is ready, the wife's dumpling skins will be wrapped with Yincheng's meat filling and thrown into the boiling water together.

The meat filling expanded due to the heat and soon filled the smooth and soft dumpling skin. The feeling of fullness was as if rich gravy would splash out if squeezed.

"Phew... we're almost done..."

Tomoko Matsumoto wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, which was already covered with flour and turned white.

"It smells so good, I feel like my mouth is watering."

Yincheng looked at the dumplings slowly floating to the surface of the pot and couldn't help but feel hungry.

"Sousuke-kun is really capable. It's much more comfortable to have someone to help than to be alone."

The lady looked at Yincheng with a smile and spoke gently.

"Of course."

Ginjo gently touched his wife's nose with his fingers, which were also covered in flour.

"Ah, Sousuke-kun is so bad, I want to come too."

As she spoke, Matsumoto Tomoko also wiped Ginjo's face.

As the two of them were laughing, the wife had no time to escape and was embraced by Yincheng again.

Although her body was already all over the place, she still stuck close to him after feeling his embrace.

The wife's tenderness instantly spread across Yincheng's chest...

Sure enough, it's not as delicious as dumplings...

Chapter 154: My Wife’s Special Reward

"Stop it, Sosuke-kun, the dumplings are ready."

Tomoko Matsumoto looked at the boiling water in the pot, then twisted her body to break free from Ginjo's arms, leaving two white palm prints on her plump buttocks.

Water splashed and steam rose as Ginjo Sosuke used a colander to scoop up the cooked dumplings one by one and put them on the plate next to him.

My wife made the remaining parts into fried dumplings, and after preparing all the seasonings, this sumptuous lunch was officially ready.

“It looks really good.”

Looking at the plates of fragrant dumplings on the table, Yincheng couldn't help swallowing.

"Come and try it, Sosuke-kun."

Matsumoto Tomoko handed the chopsticks to Ginjo, with a blush on her face that had not yet faded.

"Tomoko-sister, come and eat together."

"Uh-huh."

"Then I'll start."

Two people put their hands together at the same time.

"Mm, it's really delicious."

Ginjo Sosuke picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling, blew on it, then took a careful bite. The chewy dumpling skin bounced in his mouth and the aroma of the meat filling instantly filled his mouth.

“It tastes really good.”

The wife also picked up a dumpling and started to taste it. The rich gravy soon filled her smooth little mouth.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yincheng felt that these were the most delicious dumplings he had eaten in a long time. In addition, with a beautiful wife by his side, the double enjoyment quickly made him immersed in it.

After enjoying a delicious lunch, the two cleaned up the restaurant and kitchen, then curled up on the soft sofa to rest.

They didn't plan to go out during the remaining time of the holiday. They just wanted to stay comfortably in their love nest and spend sweet time together.

Cuddle up with each other, watch TV and chat, then do yoga and other fitness activities...

There is nothing grand and spectacular, no dramatic ups and downs in the plot, just ordinary simplicity and warmth.

Time slipped through my fingertips like sand in an hourglass, and the black curtain quickly rose into the sky. The golden sunset just now was now replaced by a sky full of stars.

As the night deepens, the noisy sounds outside the window gradually disappear, replaced by the tranquility of the night.

Under the warm light in the room, Tomoko Matsumoto's sweet moans could be heard from time to time. The flexibility training had made her body extremely flexible.

Ginjo's movements, which had seemed exaggerated before in the film, now seem so effortless.

The in-depth communication that affected every corner lasted until late at night, until the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms due to the endless sleepiness.

......

The next morning, the sun rose slowly, and the hazy red halo was like a shy girl with a veil, quietly peeking at the world.

The sunlight gently shines through the window onto the wooden floor, and the whole bedroom suddenly becomes bright.

Tomoko Matsumoto pushed aside her heavy eyelids, propped herself up and slowly sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes gently, and then looked to the side naturally.

Ginjo's profile appears more three-dimensional against the light and shadow, and his skin exudes a youthful and healthy glow.

Just as the lady was watching intently, Yincheng turned over slightly and then slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sousuke-kun, did I wake you up?"

Matsumoto Tomoko said softly.

"It's okay, Sister Tomoko. It's time to get up anyway."

Ginjo Sousuke picked up the phone beside his pillow, checked the time, and then said.

The current time is six fifty in the morning. Since he set the alarm for seven o'clock, waking up at this time is just right.

"There's still some time. Do you want to sleep a little longer? I'll go prepare breakfast first."

The wife stroked Yincheng's cheek, her eyes full of doting.

"No, today is Monday, so I better get up early. I can't sleep without Sister Tomoko around anyway."

Ginjo also reached out his hand, but her target was not the wife's face, but a more prominent area below.

"Hmm...ah...you can't sleep because you don't have it..."

Matsumoto Tomoko hummed subconsciously, then said coquettishly.

"Anyway, I have to get up first, otherwise there might not be time for breakfast later, and I don't want Sousuke-kun to eat the bento from the convenience store again."

The wife knew Yincheng very well. If they lingered for a while longer, it might turn into a panic situation where they had to race against time.

As she spoke, she jumped out of bed in a hurry.

Ginjo Sousuke could only smile helplessly, then raised his arms and stretched his body. After yawning twice, he slowly put on his clothes and went to wash up.

By the time he finished washing up and sat down at the dining table, Matsumoto Tomoko had already placed all the bowls and plates of varying sizes.

Looking at the table in front of him filled with dishes, Yincheng felt a little speechless.

Cold wild vegetables, tofu and egg drop soup, chikuzen-nibble, chawanmushi and fried fish. I don’t know how my wife managed to prepare so many delicious dishes in such a short time.

"Why is today's morning so rich? And is this all freshly made by Sister Tomoko?"

Ginjo scratched his messy short hair and asked in surprise.

"Yes, Sousuke-kun will be going back tonight, so I will give you a special reward for your hard work last night."

Matsumoto Tomoko had a smile on her face, and it was obvious that she had gotten enough nutrients yesterday.

"And these dishes are not as complicated as you think. Once you become skilled, you can make them quickly."

The wife did not seem particularly proud, as if this was just a matter of course.

"Sister Tomoko, you are amazing."

Yincheng nodded after listening.

"Come on, eat quickly, we have to go to school soon."

"Yeah, well, I'll start then."

They both put their hands together and said in unison.

Then, Yincheng picked up the cold wild vegetables that looked very refreshing and put them in his mouth.

“Oh, it’s delicious.”

The deliciousness of the dish made him praise it without hesitation.

Next came the soup, and then the chikuzen-niboshi. Ginjō tasted his wife's dishes in that order.

"Well, this is delicious too!"

No matter which dish you choose, it has a seasoning that is unforgettable, and each dish complements each other. The more you taste it, the more you can feel the chef's superb craftsmanship.

Such deliciousness is indeed hard to stop eating, but while taking the opportunity to pick up the dishes, Yincheng once again expressed his thoughts.