Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

The feeling of Ginjo's strong hand touching her cheek, his lips gently covering hers, everything about him merged with her.

The blush on the wife's cheeks gradually spread behind her ears, and she looked up at the ceiling.

Honestly, she thought she was dying of happiness.

The next morning, the sky was clear, and even Matsumoto Tomoko could feel it while she was under her quilt.

The gray-blue sky was gradually dyed into a gentle pink-blue by the morning light, and the air was filled with a fresh and slightly cool breath.

Looking out from the apartment window, the flowers and plants in the yard were covered with a thin layer of morning dew, sparkling in the faint morning light.

One or two early birds flew over the treetops, leaving behind a series of clear and melodious chirps.

Occasionally a vehicle passed by, and the friction between the tires and the road made a slight sound.

The wife washed her face and changed her clothes first, then went to her balcony to water the plants.

"Hi, good morning, Xiaoju."

Sleeping soundly in the arms of the man you love all night makes your wife's mood as bright as the sunshine every time she wakes up.

What greeted her were the Wenzhou mandarin oranges "Xiaoju" that had just been picked a few days ago, and three pots of stevia.

After picking three orange potted plants, the remaining fruits are still on the branches, and now appear to have turned dark orange in appearance.

She felt they would last until winter, so she decided to keep them for a while longer.

The orange fruits grow among the thick and hard dark green leaves, which look so cute that it makes people smile.

In addition, the stevia potted plant next to it is particularly worth mentioning.

Even though she had almost trimmed all the branches for a while, she didn't expect that the few remaining axillary buds would absorb all the nutrients she had given them and grow vigorously again during the summer.

As it grows, you can now even see something that looks like a flower bud at the tip.

"Well, you are really great. You have been able to transform from bare branches to the flourishing ones now."

While watering the flowers, Tomoko Matsumoto let the emotion fill her heart.

I must report this to my daughter. She has always liked this pot of stevia.

If possible, I really want to not send the photo, but just hand it to her and let her be shocked.

Look! The children who were originally bare have blossomed again!

After watering all four potted plants, she packed up her tools and returned to the bedroom from the balcony.

Ginjo Sosuke was still sleeping soundly on his side, with the quilt half slipped off, exposing almost his entire upper body.

Tomoko Matsumoto was standing beside the bed, already fascinated by his back.

Because this is simply a miracle, right?

A boy who is almost the same age as his daughter, with a figure and appearance comparable to a catwalk model, can actually sleep in his bed so naturally.

The probability of this happening is even smaller than winning the lottery jackpot.

If it were in the past, she might not have challenged the seemingly unreasonable battle of victory and defeat from the beginning, but would have kept a safe distance and looked at the person she admired from afar.

The turning point that made Matsumoto Tomoko break her own rules was the appearance of Ginjo Sosuke.

Such a reward was so tempting that the usually cautious wife finally mustered up the courage to take the initiative.

Looking back now, she has always been glad that she dared to take that step. Otherwise, what might have been the best and last opportunity in her life would have been missed.

Let’s release a little of the sweet and happy mood at that time!

The boy sleeping in front of you now is the person you have always dreamed of. He is the one you want to date.

Didn’t Minato Damingshen also say that we should cheer up and be affectionate with the person we like?

Tomoko Matsumoto walked silently on the wooden floor of the bedroom, and Ginjo, who was sleeping, obviously had not noticed her presence.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged his strong back tightly from behind.

"Sousuke-kun, it's time to get up."

Then she pressed on and gently woke him up with the softest voice.

Ginjo's back is more comfortable to hug than it looks, and his smooth muscle lines are like a work of art that can be sent to an art gallery.

"Well, Sister Tomoko, is it morning already?"

Yincheng opened his sleepy eyes and felt something softer than a quilt folded on his body.

"Yeah, although I don't want to disturb you, but today is not the weekend, I still have to go to school."

The wife first gave him a good morning kiss, then gently put her hand on the side of his cheek, as if she was comforting a child who had just woken up.

"Ahaha, I get it, get up now."

Ginjo yawned loudly, and one or two drops of water seeped out of the corners of his eyes.

"Then you should get dressed first. I'll go prepare breakfast."

Tomoko Matsumoto smiled gently and stood up to leave.

"Don't worry, Sister Tomoko."

Yincheng pulled his wife back and gave her a suggestive look.

"Really? Sousuke-kun is so energetic so early in the morning."

The lady pushed Yincheng on the chest, and he lay back down.

One still has to make good use of time in the morning. About ten minutes later, Matsumoto Tomoko wiped the corners of her mouth, took the mini tomatoes and basil leaves in a sieve, and walked to the kitchen.

"It's better not to eat garlic in the morning. Let's switch to onions. The important thing is that we still have bread. Very good!"

When she opened the refrigerator, she found two thin-sliced ​​French baguettes inside, which made her feel relieved instantly.

Recently, she has been trying to create innovative dishes using vegetables from the balcony, and the number of recipes in her mind has gradually increased, but many of them have not yet been put into practice.

"Yeah, I've preheated the oven, now I can cut the onions~"

Tomoko Matsumoto's movements didn't seem fast, but everything went on in an orderly manner.

She put the butter in the pan and began to fry the onions, and when they were almost cooked, she covered the pan.

Open the lid of the pot, make sure the onion is soft, stir-fry it for a while, then add water and the broth that was cooked in advance.

While waiting for it to cook, prepare the other ingredients. Place the thinly sliced ​​French baguette into a smaller baking dish and stuff the freshly picked mini tomatoes into the gap between the bread and the baking dish.

"It smells so good, Sister Tomoko."

Ginjo came to the kitchen at some point, put his arms around his wife's slender waist from behind, and rested his chin lightly on her shoulder.

"This is a new dish I researched based on an online tutorial. Sosuke-kun, please try it later."

Matsumoto Tomoko leaned back and leaned herself against Ginjo's chest.

"Okay, I'm already hungry."

Having just output a lot of protein, Yincheng urgently needs a large amount of nutritional supplements.

"At this time, just pour in the soup filled with onions. Wow, it's so hot..."

A little soup spilled accidentally. I should have used a spoon.

"Add the soup until it covers the bread, then add the cheese for the pizza, and finally put it in the small oven."

My wife carefully placed two baking trays into the small oven and set the timer.

As she finished cleaning the counter, the oven made a beeping sound.

"Oh, it's done. It's done."

Looking through the viewing window of the small oven, you can see that the clear soup and tomatoes are sizzling, and the cheese on the surface has successfully turned brown.

As soon as you open the small oven, the hot steam and the sweet smell of clear soup hit your nose.

The wife carefully took out the baking tray using oven gloves.

"Finally, sprinkle some basil on top, and the onion consommé with tomatoes and basil is ready!"

She placed the hot gratin directly on a tray and brought it to the table. Ginjo, who was already waiting at his seat at the table, opened his eyes wide and said, "Great!"

"You consumed so much just now, eat a little more now, Sosuke-kun~"

Tomoko Matsumoto seemed very satisfied with the new dish she created for the first time.

I just had a big meal from Ginjo Sosuke, and now it's my turn to feed him...

Chapter 580: Madam is not full yet

"It looks so good, Tomoko-san is such a culinary genius."

"It's not that great. Genius is a bit exaggerated~"

"No, I think Sister Tomoko definitely deserves the title. Wow, it looks delicious. Should this be called gratin?"

"Hmm, it can be called a gratin, or a soup. Sosuke-kun, try it."

Matsumoto Tomoko sat opposite Ginjo Sosuke, who was leaning forward, and explained to him with a happy face.

Judging from the appearance alone, this new dish is indeed very similar to the sample I learned from foreign recipes.

But the food should not only be judged by its appearance, the key lies in its taste.

After all, food is meant to be eaten, so she prayed that it tasted good while scooping up the onion covered in melted cheese and putting it into her mouth.

"Ouch, it's hot!"

"Are you okay, Sosuke-kun? The bread inside is very hot, so be careful."

Ginjo nodded obediently and blew on the spoon, waiting for it to cool down. He looked a little cute.

The clear soup, cooked with sweet onions as the base, mixed with melted cheese and baguette, creates a mild taste.

Matsumoto Tomoko originally liked the crispy baguettes after being toasted, but later she thought it was also great to put it directly in the soup to absorb the broth.

It tastes so soft that one wonders if this is really the same baguette that is baked?

The aroma of basil added at the end serves as an embellishment, adding the finishing touch.

So the main course should be whole mini tomatoes in a gratin dish, right?