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Aren't you going home?

Kasumigaoka Utaha was somewhat surprised.

Nomiyama stood at the corner: "I promised Ziwan, if I don't go see her soon, I'll be kicked to death."

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought of that lively little girl and looked at him thoughtfully: "Kazehaya, shall we... have one someday?"

Nomiyama reached out and ruffled her hair a couple of times: "You can make the decision about this yourself, you don't need to ask me."

Kasumigaoka Utaha grabbed his hand, pinched it twice, and smiled: "Then I'll head back first. When are you coming back?"

Nomiyama said firmly, "Tomorrow."

"Hehe, then I'll wait and see you get scolded by Megumi and Mai tomorrow."

"..."

......

"Perhaps I should make a set of chains to keep you locked up at home?"

Nomiyama turned his head, looked at the little figure floating beside him, reached out, pulled her into his arms and hugged her: "Is this something a daughter can say to her father?"

Ziwan struggled and kicked him: "Bastard! All you do is cause trouble outside all day!"

"Yes, yes, don't be angry. I'll take you to get some shaved ice."

Are you trying to fool me like a child?

"Let's have some takoyaki while we're at it."

"Yes, and we also need to roast sweet potatoes."

Nomiyama, carrying his daughter, walked along the street: "Anything is fine, but let's go to the supermarket to buy groceries first. Did you tell Mom that I'm coming home for lunch today?"

Ziwan struggled to break free from his hand, floated behind him, rode on his neck, and reached out to grab his hair: "I told you, Mom said you should remember to buy a sea bass to take home."

“Sea bass? Okay.” Nomiyama held her legs with both hands.

Ziwan sat high up, reached out, grabbed a few cherry blossom petals, and subconsciously prepared to put them in her mouth.

"It's dirty, don't eat it." Nomiyama noticed her movement.

“You should set a good example before you talk about this.” Ziwan rolled her eyes, put two pieces in her mouth, and then offered the rest to his mouth.

"Hmm..." Nomiyama bit the flower petal, unable to explain.

Adults walk, children sit, all with the same black hair.

"Hey, man."

"Yes, I am."

Will we always be together?

"You can do it if you want to."

"Huh? Why didn't you say that I'll get married sooner or later? That's what Xingye said." Ziwan scratched his hair.

"Whether you marry him or not is up to you. Your preference is the most important thing; I don't care about anything else," Nomiyama explained.

"Tsk, with my talent, aren't you afraid of teaching a world-destroying demon king?" Ziwan said disdainfully.

“How could that be? I trust Ziyuan to be a good girl 100%.” Nomiyama said this naturally.

"Because I'm your child?" Ziwan held his head.

“Yes, how could anyone think their own child isn’t a good child?” Nomiyama gave a simple reason.

“Mom said that you spoil me so much because you never experienced those things before, so you want to give me everything you never experienced as revenge.” Ziwan pinched his cheek.

"Is that what she said? It's about half and half," Nomiyama said after thinking for a moment.

"half?"

"Well, the other half is more about the instinctive love a father has for his child, rather than anything else."

"Unconditional love? It's rare for Dad to say something that makes me happy." Ziwan grinned.

“That’s an outrageous statement,” Nomiyama muttered.

"How about you tell me some stories from the past?" Ziwan rested her chin on his head.

"Before? You're only four years old, what do you have to hear about stories from the past?"

"Didn't Dad start living alone when he was eight years old?"

"I can't simply view it as an eight-year-old."

“But I can’t just look at him as a four-year-old.” Ziwan tugged at his cheeks. “Tell me, tell me, I’m very curious.”

"Alright, what do you want to hear?" Nomiyama pulled over the supermarket cart.

"For example, how did Dad spend his first day in the human world?" Ziwan asked curiously.

"fishing."

"Fishing, and then what?"

Grilled fish.

"So the first meal was grilled fish, huh? And then what?"

Nomiyama fell silent.

"What's wrong?" Ziwan opened her eyes and hugged his head. "Keep talking."

"He was poisoned and taken to the hospital, where he was forced to vomit and given an IV drip."

"..."

The air was quiet for a moment.

"How pitiful..." The girl's voice was tinged with sadness.

"How are they pitiful? Those two fish were delicious." Nomiyama's eyelids twitched.

"It was just pitiful. I heard from my mother that my father didn't have enough to eat back then, and it was my mother who cooked for him and fed him." Ziwan continued with a somber tone.

"Where is there no food? I had money on me at the time, enough to buy fried noodles and bread," Nomiyama retorted indignantly.

“But that money belongs to the Yukino family. My father was kept by these women when he was a child,” Ziwan sighed.

“How can it be described as being kept? How can my relationship with them be described as being kept?” Nomiyama continued to refute.

"It's like being kept, doing nothing, just quietly waiting for money and food every month." Ziwan silently raised the corners of her mouth.

"..."

"It's okay, Dad. When I grow up, I'll take care of you too. Dad can just stay at home and be a good-for-nothing."

"Ziwan, could you replace it with the word 'support'?"

......

"I am back."

Nomiyama pushed open the door, then looked at the person standing in the living room and smiled.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Nomiyama changed his shoes and looked at her again: "Um, I'm back?"

When Sayuri Sawamura heard that, she tilted her head, seemingly puzzled.

Ok?

"Mom! I'm home!"

Ziwan carried a peeled roasted sweet potato into the house, walked around him, and headed towards the living room.

Sawamura Sayuri smiled and bent down to wipe the sweet potato crumbs from the corner of her mouth: "Welcome home."

Nomiyama realized her place in the family and silently walked toward the kitchen.

The convenience bag in her hand was naturally taken away, and the other person quietly patted the little girl's head: "Okay, Ziwan, watch TV, Daddy and I will go cook first."

Ziwan nodded obediently: "Okay, Mommy."

Nomiyama followed Sayuri to the kitchen with a somewhat intriguing expression. He was always curious: Ziwan always behaved very well when he came over, so where did she learn to be such a devilish little devil?

Who exactly is teaching his daughter to be naughty?

The two of them took off their aprons and put them on.

"What are you thinking about?"

Little Lily took the bass out and put it in the pool to rinse it.

"It's nothing, just a small matter." Nomiyama opened the cupboard and took out a porcelain plate for steaming fish.

He took it to the pool to wash it, and then simply arranged the prepared sea bass on a plate.

Setting the sea bass aside, he looked at Xiaobaihe chopping scallions and ginger and asked, "Ziwan is almost old enough, should we find her an early childhood education program?"

Sawamura Sayuri continued moving around and casually replied, "What early education is better than parents' personal education? I don't go to work, and she can come to play with you anytime. I have plenty of time to teach her some basics. Besides, Ziwan is too smart and precocious. Most people can't teach her."

Nomiyama was about to nod.

"Wait a minute." Sawamura Sayuri stopped what she was doing, turned to look at him, and squinted. "Your mind is always so blank, why are you suddenly bringing this up? Did someone tell you something?"

Nomiyama didn't hide anything: "Xiaojing is probably a little worried that the children in the family will develop extreme personalities, so she wants to take care of them for a while while they are still young."

After thinking for a moment, Sayuri Sawamura put the scallions and ginger into the sea bass: "No need. Being extreme is not a problem in our family. Who in the family is not extreme? Who has ever had a truly peaceful personality? Even Shizuka Hiratsuka herself has been fighting with her family for many years to get what she wants."

She placed the porcelain plate containing the fish into the steamer, then pondered for a moment: "Oh, Hui doesn't count."

Nomiyama fell silent. In a sense, it was definitely not normal for Einaku to be so quiet that he developed a low profile.

He took out the beef and cut it on the cutting board for her: "You're right. For intelligent people like them, growing up naturally might be more beautiful?"

Sawamura Sayuri started heating the pot: "Good to know. So, what do you want to eat today?"

Nomiyama finished slicing the beef, raised his eyebrows, and said in a light voice, "Beef can be simply stir-fried. It's been a long time since I've had your stir-fried beef."

Sayuri Sawamura had no objection: "You can do the rest. Aster prefers your cooking."

Nomiyama's voice softened: "Okay."

Sawamura Sayuri glanced at him but said nothing.

Extend your leg and carefully kick him.

Nomiyama grinned and walked over to carefully put his arm around her waist.

......

"Okay, go find Shiono to play. I have a date with my mom, so don't disturb me."

Ziwan opened her mouth, but realizing he was serious, she had no choice but to turn her head and look at her mother.

Sawamura Sayuri, dressed in a red lace dress, looked up at the sky, pretending not to see it.

Ziwan pouted, realizing she couldn't be taken along again today. After glaring at the man, she disappeared from the spot.

"I hope she doesn't bully Shiono." Nomiyama smacked his lips.

“Hehe.” Sayuri Sawamura thought of that little girl who liked to play the victim, glanced at him again, and a smile gradually spread from the corners of her mouth.

Just wait and see. Once Shiono's true feelings become clear, you'll know who your sweetheart really is.

"Gong Yu is here, what are you worried about? Let's go, what are we going to do today?" Sawamura Sayuri took the lead and walked forward.

“We’ve never been to the aquarium, and neither have I. I don’t know why, but every time I want to go, I get delayed, or I just don’t even think about it.” Nomiyama quickened his pace and reached out to touch her.

Sawamura Sayuri looked at the arm that came to her side, sighed, and took it in: "No matter how many times, it seems like you always want me to hold your hand."

Nomiyama cheered: "But no matter how many times, no matter what you say, you will never refuse this."

Sawamura Sayuri rested her head on his arm: "Just like you said in Tokyo, I have never refused you."

Nomiyama became smug: "How could a butterfly refuse the wind?"

Sawamura Sayuri narrowed her eyes, then smiled and looked up at him: "A butterfly?"

"Cough cough."