Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Matsumoto Sachiko felt that she might have eaten too many crepes today, otherwise why would so much sweetness keep flowing from her heart.

The three of them shuttled between the crowded stalls. With the company of Matsumoto and her daughter, those seemingly monotonous activities became a lot more interesting in Ginjo's eyes.

The happy time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye the sky was dyed orange and red, and it was time for Yincheng and his wife to go back.

"That's great. Sosuke will be able to eat dinner made by his mother again soon."

Matsumoto Sachiko clung to his wife with a reluctant look on her face and acted coquettishly, but she still couldn't forget Ginjo in her words.

"It's okay, Sachiko. Just hold on for another two months and it will be Christmas. Then come home and mom will prepare a big meal for you."

Tomoko Matsumoto held her daughter in her arms, lowered her head and spoke to her lovingly.

Before this year, she could only look forward to her daughter's vacation alone, but now with the existence of Yincheng, everything has changed.

"Don't worry, Sachiko, I'll help you eat your portion, haha."

Ginjo looked at Matsumoto Sachiko snuggling into his wife's arms, and he also went over and patted her little head with a smile.

"Yeah, then Sosuke must eat more. Don't waste mom's delicious food."

Matsumoto Sachiko didn't look angry at all and gave Ginjō a sweet smile.

If the same question was asked to Chie Hoshino, the result would definitely be completely different.

After saying goodbye to Matsumoto Sachiko, Ginjo and his wife walked towards the school gate holding hands. But halfway through, the empty teaching buildings suddenly caught his attention.

During the cultural festival, which is almost the busiest day of the year, almost all students came out in full force and gathered at the stalls that could be seen everywhere in the courtyard and campus.

As a result, the teaching building, which was supposed to be the place for classes, inevitably became unusually deserted, and not even a little light could be seen when it got dark.

"Sister Tomoko, do you want to experience the feeling of being a female college student again?"

"Hmm? What's this, Sosuke-kun?"

Faced with Ginjo's sudden question, Matsumoto Tomoko was at a loss for a moment.

"I have a good idea, follow me."

Yincheng smiled mysteriously, took his wife's hand, walked along a small path and turned into the nearest teaching building.

As he expected, there was no student inside. Even the wife's high heels made an echo when she walked.

Yincheng took his confused wife to look around and soon found a hidden corner of the stairwell.

Every university should have such legendary stairs or woods, corners that single students would not care about at all, but in the eyes of a love veteran like Ginjo, they are shining.

There is no surveillance and it is rarely disturbed by passing students. It is perfect for couples who want sparks of love to fly anytime and anywhere.

"Could it be that what Sosuke-kun meant by being a college girl again is..."

Looking at Ginjo's eyes ready to strike, Matsumoto Tomoko finally understood the meaning of what he had just said.

"Yes, this is a real university campus. It should feel like a revisit of youth if you are here, right?"

As Yincheng spoke, one of his hands had already silently pressed on his wife's chest.

"Isn't it too dangerous? Won't we be discovered?"

Tomoko Matsumoto looked around nervously. After all, this was where her daughter went to school. If something unexpected happened, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Don't worry, Sister Tomoko, there will be absolutely no problem."

"Stairwells like this are usually deserted, let alone during a cultural festival as lively as today."

"The students are having a great time outside, and the teachers won't come when there are no classes scheduled, so this is the safest place in the whole school right now."

Ginjo answered his wife confidently. When it comes to in-depth interactions with girls in school, he has a wealth of practical experience and absolute authority.

"Sousuke-kun does this a lot in school, right?"

Matsumoto Tomoko couldn't help but become angry as she listened to his clear and logical analysis.

"That's just to warm up in advance so that you can better please Sister Tomoko in the evening~"

Ginjō had no intention of refutation at all. He gently lifted his wife's chin and pressed his lips against hers.

"Really? Sousuke-kun always finds a reason no matter what."

Matsumoto Tomoko patted his chest tenderly, and her slender waist swayed left and right.

She could certainly imagine how popular Ginjo was in school, so she wasn't surprised by these things.

"I really mean what I said. If Tomoko-san comes to our school, it won't be their turn."

Ginjo was closing in step by step, and had already trapped his wife in a corner, unable to move.

"You're so annoying... You just keep saying nice things to coax me... Then... Then Sosuke-kun must be quick..."

Matsumoto Tomoko's neck trembled, she swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and her eyes were so blurry that they seemed to be pulled out of thread.

"I can't guarantee that, because Sister Tomoko knows my strength."

Yincheng's magnetic voice passed by his ears, making the wife feel itchy all over.

The next moment, she subconsciously turned around and grabbed the handrail of the stairs in front of her with both hands.

Halfway through October, Tokyo's nights quietly unfold with the coolness and tranquility unique to late autumn.

The last ray of sunset in the sky has sunk into the horizon, leaving behind a faint afterglow intertwined with the bright lights that have just come on.

The street lights lit up one by one, and the dim and soft light sprinkled on the clean road surface, reflecting the mottled shadows of the trees.

The fallen leaves dance lightly in the wind, occasionally blending with the footsteps of passers-by, crisp yet slightly lonely.

The neon lights on the commercial street flickered dazzlingly, but when you turned into the residential area, the lights shining through the windows of every household seemed much warmer.

As soon as she returned to the apartment, Tomoko Matsumoto put down what she was holding and went into the kitchen immediately.

"Sousuke-kun must be hungry. Anyway, I'll prepare dinner first."

Although he tasted a lot of snacks at the stalls, the fierce battle just now really consumed all the energy stored in Yincheng's stomach.

"Let me help, too, Sister Tomoko."

"No need, Sosuke-kun, you've been working hard enough just now, go and rest for a while now."

"I'm fine, and isn't Sister Tomoko sweating a lot too?"

"That's not your fault~"

The standing posture is indeed more physically demanding, but this is not a problem at all for Ginjō, who has a super strong recovery ability.

"Okay, now there's barely enough time..."

Matsumoto Tomoko patted Ginjō lovingly, then murmured while looking towards the balcony.

"What is Sister Tomoko going to do?"

"By the way, it's time to pick potatoes today."

"What potatoes?"

"To be precise, it's potatoes, and the variety is Golden Baron."

Following his wife's answer, Yincheng's mind emerged with the northern land, entire potato fields, and a cloudless sky.

A farmer with a white towel around his neck digs out potatoes from the soil and mutters to himself, "Hokkaido is so big and so far north."

"Hmm? Aren't potatoes supposed to be grown in the fields?"

"You can plant them anywhere else, even in the soil of Mars, even though it's in a movie."

"I can't imagine it at all."

"Hasn't Sosuke-kun seen it a long time ago?"

Matsumoto Tomoko walked to the balcony and said, "That's it." Then she pointed to a corner of the balcony.

She was referring to a plant that looked like it was half dead and was planted in a larger plastic pot next to the cabbage sprouts she had bought earlier.

“Is this a potato?”

"Yeah, what did Sousuke-kun think it was?"

"I don't know. This pot only blooms but doesn't bear any fruit. The leaves are turning yellow. I thought it was a failed plant and felt sorry for it."

"Golden Baron, you are so pitiful that you are actually pitied."

Tomoko Matsumoto said as she smiled gently at the potted plant.

Ginjo approached the potted plant again and observed it carefully.

The stems and leaves are all covered with fine hairs. The leaves are oval with a pointed tip. Although there are aphids crawling on some of the leaves, it is still within the acceptable range.

The leaves at the bottom had turned yellow and were beginning to wither; no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a vegetable plant in terrible condition.

However, since my wife said this is a potato, does it mean that its true value is not above the ground but underground?

"When all the flowers have bloomed and the leaves below have started to turn yellow, that's the signal to pick them, which is now."

"If you want to help, Sousuke-kun, please wear work gloves. Otherwise, you'll get it all over the place."

Tomoko Matsumoto handed a pair of gloves to Ginjo who was squatting there checking the potted plants.

"It doesn't matter if it's all over the place, doesn't Tomoko like it?"

"Eh? What are you talking about, Sosuke-kun?"

"This thing, wasn't I wearing it just now?"

Ginjo Sousuke put just one finger into the glove, then lifted it up and waved it in front of his wife's face.

"Ah, you're kidding me again, how can something like that be the same..."

A blush immediately rose on the wife's fair and delicate face, and a warm current seemed to quietly flow out from a hidden corner...

Chapter 630 Delicious White Sauce

"Okay, Sousuke-kun, put them on quickly. If you want to do something else later, you have to fill your stomach first~"

With a charming smile on her face, Tomoko Matsumoto helped Sosuke Ginjo put on the gloves on the other four fingers.

The warm-up exercises just now at my daughter’s school were just an appetizer at most. The real feast will have to wait until late at night.

Next, my wife moved the surrounding potted plants to clear a space, laid out the plastic mat usually used for transplanting, and then held the potato stems with her hands wearing work gloves.