Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

Xiaohong has a deep understanding of this.

Compared with the white and tender tofu, the subtle roughness makes people tremble more and shed more tears of sadness.

"Hoohoo~~"

Time seemed to stand still. The hot wind blew over the eaves outside the window, and the small wind chimes swayed softly, making an elegant and focused sound.

Nobi Hiro rested his head on her soft thighs. The faint fragrance had never changed. He enjoyed the peace and tranquility he had never experienced before.

A black and white photo of Mr. Daisuke stood opposite the two of them, and he had no objection.

"Mom, I'm hungry. When can I eat?"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from upstairs, and Nobita Nobi opened the unlocked sliding door and walked in carelessly.

"Nobita, can you please stop being so impatient? You're not making me feel at ease at all."

"It's still early, but since you're hungry, mom will prepare dinner in advance."

Tamako hurriedly adjusted her posture and looked at Nobi Hiro while drinking water, but she didn't dare to look at him too much, for fear that Nobita would notice something.

Although I didn’t do anything excessive today, I still feel guilty!

He walked into the kitchen, lit the fire and cooked. Nobi Hiroshi followed beside him to help, taking care of Nobi Tamako who was a relative and helping to share the pressure.

"Nobita, Doraemon, come down quickly to eat, and turn off the air conditioner!"

Nobi Tamako served four bowls of rice and placed them on the table. She took out a stewed grouper from the pot and placed it in the middle of the dishes.

Potato stew with meat, spicy and sour lotus root, curry beef rolls, stir-fried carrots.

Another unpretentious meal.

"Ahem, I hate eating fish~"

Kala, who had just put a piece of fish in his mouth, couldn't even taste the flavor of Daxiong, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He quickly put down his chopsticks and ran to the pond to vomit. The fish bone almost took his life.

A big thorn can choke people? As expected of Nobita, he never cares about eating.

Nobi Tamako looked at her helplessly, then walked forward worriedly to check the situation. After all, she was her own child and she was used to strange things happening to her.

After dinner, Nobita Nobi and Doraemon took a shower and went upstairs. As soon as Nobita touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

Doraemon covered Nobita with a blanket, took off his glasses and placed them on the table, then went back to the closet to rest.

The room fell into darkness and the children fell into a sweet dream. Suddenly, a warning letter appeared and floated from the ceiling to Nobita's face.

"What is that? Disgusting..."

Nobita squinted his eyes and glanced at the notice letter, then ignored it and threw it aside and continued to sleep.

The sound of deep sleep became sweeter and sweeter. In the second half of the night, a stranger came into Doraemon's closet without invitation.

The space tunnel was broken open, and a mechanical hand stretched out from the hyperspace, trying to steal the yellow bell on Doraemon's neck.

"Xiao Mi, don't be like this~"

"Yeah, it's really itchy."

"Don't touch it, it's really itchy, that place is not okay, really not okay~~"

His face turned red as a bubble teapot, and inappropriate images of cats appeared in the blue fat man's mind. He turned over in his sleep and made his body into a big character.

The thief successfully removed the bell from his defenseless sleeping position, then slowly withdrew his arm and disappeared.

The space tunnel disappeared into thin air, as if nothing had happened just now. Nobita and Doraemon were sleeping separately, having very similar dreams.

It’s just that Nobita’s dream was a little scary—the Fatty-brand tank was driving in a daze.

Chapter 161 The Stolen Bell

As the sun rises, everything becomes new.

Nobi Hiroshi slept soundly all night and opened his eyes early. The bed without the beautiful girl was soulless and not worth him staying there.

“Wooo ...

"puff--"

As usual, he went downstairs to wash and take care of his personal hygiene. Then Nobi Hiroshi returned his toothbrush and towel and turned to walk towards the kitchen where the range hood was rumbling.

In front of the stove, Nobi Tamako was concentrating on preparing breakfast.

I saw her skillfully crack three or four eggs into the pan and fry them slowly over low heat. While they were emitting bursts of burnt aroma, she used a spoon to stir the miso pot next to her.

Sprinkle a handful of dried fish, pour in an appropriate amount of warm water, then cover the pot and simmer.

The busy figure is full of energy and exudes a charming and mature feeling.

Nobi Hiro felt like playing a prank, so he quietly hugged her soft waist from behind and gently pinched her plump flesh.

"Ahh~"

Yuzi was so frightened that her body trembled. She took two steps back in hesitation, directly crushed Shota, and sat on the gun in peacetime to move her butt.

A pot of ingredients was almost ruined. Mrs. Yuzi looked back angrily and said, "Xiaohong, what are you doing? You scared your aunt."

"I...I didn't mean it~"

Hiro Nobi stretched his neck and kissed Tamako's cheek, but they separated immediately, and he nuzzled the two soft pieces of flesh like a calf.

Suddenly, the wife didn't know how to scold the boy, so she stood up, pushed the little head away and laughed it off.

He hurriedly glanced outside the kitchen, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see Nobita and the others.

"Don't make a fuss. Wait at the table for a moment. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Reaching out and grabbing Nobi Hiroshi's little face, Tamako said lovingly.

"Hmm~"

Nobi Hiro nodded, then lay down on the dining table obediently, waiting, swinging his little feet back and forth, very self-aware.

If we keep doing this for a while longer, something embarrassing will surely happen to everyone, in front of the Son of Man, Minos?

Not really, not really.

A quarter of an hour later, Tamako prepared four identical breakfasts and brought them to the table. Nobita Nobi and Doraemon arrived just in time and sat down one by one.

After expressing our sincere gratitude for the hard-earned food, everyone chatted while eating.

When Doraemon finished drinking the miso soup and wiped his mouth with paper, he suddenly realized that his neck was empty.

He touched the bell subconsciously and instantly jumped up from his seat in excitement.

"Bell, my bell is gone!"

The blue fat man held his face, screaming with horror, and every frame of his expression was an emoticon.

"Doraemon, don't be so anxious. Maybe the bell just fell in the closet. Go back and look for it."

Nobi Hiroshi put down his chopsticks and tried to comfort Doraemon.

Yuzi next door was stunned. It was really rare to see the blue fat man losing his composure.

"Yes, closet! Closet!"

"The bell must have fallen into the closet!"

Doraemon turned around in panic, like a drowning person grabbing at the last straw.

They scrambled and rolled, rushing up to the second floor in a panic to look for it. Nobi Hiroshi and Nobita followed closely behind. After working for a while, they didn't even see the shadow of the bell.

"how so!"

"Could someone have stolen my bell? But that's impossible!"

Doraemon held his forehead with both hands, shaking his head and thinking hard. The bell had no value to other people, so it should not be stolen.

"No, Doraemon..."

"Your bell might have been stolen by someone, and it was stolen by someone with a Chuunibyou syndrome."

Picking up the card that fell on the wall, the sharp-eyed Hiro Nobi noticed the notice letter that Nobita casually threw away last night.

He turned around and handed it to Doraemon. He saw the English letters of DX printed on the card, and the place and time to take the bell were written in the letter.

Although it is a warning letter, Nobi Hiroshi feels that this behavior is no different from robbery, right?

I didn't expect that there would be such pretentious people in the world!

Curse him for failing in his action and spending the rest of his life in jail.

“Someone actually stole the bell!”

"But why does this card look so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

When Nobita Nobi saw the notice clearly, he was obviously stunned and pouted his lips in thought.

He dreamed about this card last night, but he was in a daze and didn't pay much attention to it.

"DX!"

"It turns out that this guy stole my bell. I must get it back!"

Angry breath gushed out of Doraemon's red round nose. At this moment, he was like an angry bull, scratching the tatami with his four claws. You could also say that he was a wild cat that was about to go crazy.

Taking out the searching stick, Doraemon said angrily: "Hurry up, where is the thief DX who stole my bell!!!"

Beep, beep, the searching stick flashed a few times quickly. It didn't fall in a certain direction as imagined, but just kept drawing circles. The fat blue man was almost getting anxious.

"Damn it, it's useless."

"In that case, I have to find someone in other ways!"

The frustrated Doraemon took out the Sherlock Holmes suit. Any fool wearing this suit can become a reasoning expert. It is truly a magical tool.

"Doraemon, let me try it."

Looking at the Sherlock Holmes suit, Nobi Hiroshi said with interest.

Wearing a pink plaid suit, which little boy wouldn’t feel excited?

"There is a clue magnifying glass in your pocket. Xiaohong, try it quickly and see if you can find any clues about Thief DX."

Doraemon said, pointing at Hong's purse.

The shota is dressed in a sexy pink detective uniform, and his charm is far beyond usual. The probability of him being caught by a strange big sister to film a plot has increased greatly, and the sales are booming.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Nobi Hiroshi took out the clue magnifying glass, lowered his head and stared at the lens curiously.

The picture in the magnifying glass changed, and a huge building floating high in the sky gradually emerged from the area covered by fog.

Like a hanging garden, various plants are planted on the floating islands, and magnificent houses rise from the ground like palaces.

There are propellers extending and rotating at the four corners of the east, west, south and north, which is extremely elegant.

"Do you know where this place is, Doraemon?"

Nobi Hiroshi asked, pointing at the lens.

"This is... a secret prop museum that exists in the 22nd century!!!"

Doraemon's eyes flashed and he opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't expect that his bell would be taken to such a place.

The reason behind this is beyond my comprehension.

“What is the Secret Prop Museum?”

Nobi Hiroshi and Nobita said at the same time.

"Well, don't I have lots of secret items in my pocket?"

"And all of these props, from early models to the latest models, are collected in this amazing museum, which is a museum dedicated to the history of the development of secret props."

Bending down, Doraemon hooked his foot and kicked him in the face, his behavior was no different from a wild cat scratching lice outside.

His tone became more and more urgent, as if he had some strange disease, giving people an extremely bad feeling.