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Nomiyama reached out and took her hand, answering matter-of-factly, "But I feel happy just eating meat, the more meat I eat, the happier I am, I love eating meat."

Mai Sakurajima realized what was happening.

Eating meat makes him happy, so he believes that sharing the meat he likes to eat is a way to share happiness.

A smile spread across her lips as Mai Sakurajima walked ahead of him, pulling him toward the supermarket.

"Then hurry up, you silly husband, the meat won't be fresh if you're late."

296 We all wish we were that child

Yukino Yukinoshita carried a lunchbox to the lakeside rock, then sat down by the chessboard and began to play.

In the game of Go, the people sitting opposite each other seem to be black and white as well.

As she sat down, the eyes of the two players playing chess turned to her at the same time.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the plates that had been brought out and placed, her eyes slightly shimmering.

The other person was more direct; she was clearly in a bad mood: "You're back, but you're not coming to see me?"

Yukinoshita placed a bowl of rice for each of them, then sat cross-legged and began to eat by herself: "I refused. I said you are at a critical moment, so it's better if I do it."

As she spoke, she took a bite of a lamb chop, looked up, and stared at the two pale-faced female ghosts.

She tore off pieces of meat, spat out bones, and chewed: "Do you really want him to come over now? If he comes, it means the game is over. The outcome is no longer up to you, but up to his calculations."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at the complex chessboard, silently bent down, and picked up her bowl and chopsticks.

"How could I possibly lose?" Yukinoshita Yukinoya already had a mouthful of meat, but she didn't mention asking him to come over. She just complained, "I was wondering why Hoshino Yuko and Yomi suddenly disappeared. Turns out they went to feed them."

"It's a bit bland." Yukino Yukinoshita chewed and swallowed the beef, giving her first words since her sister arrived.

"He felt that you two were expending too much energy, and Eriri was also rushing to meet her deadline, so he made it lighter and put some medicinal herbs in the soup, saying that you should remember to drink it," Yukinoshita Haruno explained with a shrug.

He always prefers stronger flavors, which simply means spicier. However, tonight's dinner was clearly not made according to his own taste, but rather to highlight the natural freshness of the ingredients and make it lighter and easier to eat.

"Hmm." Yukino Yukinoshita acknowledged his extra concern.

"Then it's better for Hui to do it. Hui is much better at making light dishes than him." Yukinoshita Yukinoya continued to complain, but her movements of picking up meat became faster and faster.

"Who told him to insist?" Yukino Yukinoshita put away her bowl and chopsticks, no longer joining them.

Anyway, there's still food to eat when we get home, so there's no need to fight with the two female ghosts trapped on the mountain for food.

She stood up, swayed her hips, and sighed, "He's moving into the house down the mountain the day after tomorrow. How about it, Xuewan? He finally feels like he's been caught and brought into Xuewan's house."

Yukino Shinobu's mouth was full of meat, and her lips were still glistening with oil. When she heard Yang Nai's words, she frowned and said, "It seems like I don't feel anything special? Maybe it's because after I've eaten him, whether it's family or not doesn't matter that much anymore."

After saying that, she swallowed the meat with difficulty and grinned: "Compared to me, the head of the family a thousand years ago, the current head of the Yukinoshita family is the one who most wants him to move into the mansion. Why don't you ask her what she thinks?"

Yukino Yukinoshita put down her chopsticks, picked up the bowl of pigeon soup and took a sip, saying calmly, "I don't have any feelings about it. He'll be moving in sooner or later, it's just a matter of time."

"It's just a matter of time."

Yukino sighed, bending down to pick up a wildflower and kneading it between her fingers. She chuckled, "What surprised me more than him moving into the house was that Megumi actually brought it up herself."

She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, a slight smile playing on her lips, her tone inquisitive: "What is she thinking? After all, that stupid man is actually keeping this up because he cares about her."

Yukino frowned slightly, her pale face flushed with a faint blush, perhaps because of the bowl of pigeon soup.

"None of my business."

Snow fell late at night as he put down his soup bowl, casually wiped his mouth, then rolled up his black sleeves, his voice still full of energy: "Come on! Junior! Let me slaughter you without leaving a single one alive!"

"Oh?" Yukino Yukinoshita put aside her thoughts and focused on the game again.

“Senior, after I turned nine, I have never lost to anyone except him.”

"hehe."

"hehe."

Yukino glanced at the two pale-faced, defiant female ghosts, shrugged, and began clearing away their dishes.

You guys can argue all you want, I'm going on a date with him tomorrow anyway.

......

Nomiyama bent down to put down his plate and knocked on the door.

"Just leave it there."

He paused for a moment, then continued in a slightly hoarse voice, "You bastard, get some rest."

Nomiyama smiled: "Then you should finish it as soon as possible."

Eriri Sawamura continued drawing without stopping, her posture at the desk unchanged, only her voice was clearer: "It'll be done soon, in a couple of days, then I'll get a good night's sleep."

"Okay, I've prepared three pigeons for you to make soup. Remember to eat them later."

Eriri Sawamura's voice had a hint of gritted teeth: "You bastard, those are the pigeons I raise every day."

Nomiyama didn't take it seriously and turned to walk towards his room: "I left two more. You can take them home next time to make soup with them."

"You're quite sensible."

Nomiyama's lips curled slightly. The stingy man only kept five, which he divided up just according to his own little scheme.

He pushed open the door, walked into his room, and then stared blankly at the bed.

Mai, a legally married couple, has no problem with having sex with her husband.

What are you doing here, Shiono, and Shiwan? Why are you playing mahjong on my bed?

"Why aren't you sleeping here?"

Nomiyama took a few steps, stood behind Shino, and bent down to help her push out a lucky charm.

"Pong." Ziwan took the Fortune tile and placed it beside her, then casually pushed out another tile, "Three of Bamboo."

She looked up, disdainfully saying, "Go to sleep. Shouldn't a father take care of his daughter?"

Nomiyama paused for a moment, then said with a hint of helplessness, "Shiwan, how old do you think you are?"

"Four years old."

Xingye picked up a card, glanced at it, and threw it away. Her expression was indifferent: "One of bamboo. And then, at four years old, it's normal for me to sleep with you."

Shino glanced at her nominal older sister while drawing cards.

You slut, you and Ziwan are the same thing, but you, this fake sister with no blood relation, wanted to sleep with Father when you were only four years old?

"One tube".

"You two still don't sleep in separate beds at home?" Nomiyama raised an eyebrow.

"Heh, except when that stinky man comes, I always sleep with my mother." Ziwan looked at him with disdain.

Nomiyama lowered his head and looked at Mai.

Should we run away?

Mai Sakurajima picked up a card and exchanged a glance with him.

Yeah, let's run away. There are three kids, and we definitely won't be able to sleep tonight.

"Alright, stop bothering him. Let's finish our milk tea and go back to our rooms."

Kato Megumi walked into the room carrying a cup of milk tea, smiling: "Good girl."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Nomiyama breathed a sigh of relief. In this house, when the quiet and gentle Megumi made a decision, it was always very effective, since everyone usually ate the food Megumi cooked.

"Hehe, I'm going to play with Shino tonight." Yukinoshita Haruno entered the room at some point and pounced straight on Shino on the bed.

"What? You're upset that I didn't take you along?" Ziwan became displeased.

"I want to sleep with Hui," Xingye simply stated her opinion.

well.

Nomiyama's eyes lit up, and he glanced at Mai discreetly.

Mai Sakurajima returned his smile: "I'm going to soak in the hot spring with Utaha, and then we'll whisper some sweet nothings to each other tonight."

As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes fell on the lone person.

Huh? Ah?

Nomiyama met their gazes.

Does this mean I'll be sleeping alone?

"Oh, then I'll sleep here tonight."

Hiratsuka Shizuka walked into the house carrying a bottle of sake. She looked around at everyone in the room, let out a burp, and asked with hazy eyes, "You guys don't have any objections, do you?"

Nomiyama smelled the wafting scent of alcohol, exhaled, took a few steps forward, and pulled her downstairs.

"Go take a shower first, you stinky drunkard."

Let the room be quiet for a while.

Then, Yukino Yukinoshita casually asked, "Is Utaha still at the hot spring?"

Mai Sakurajima stepped out the door.

That jerk is up to his old tricks again.

......

Have you dismissed all the servants in the house?

Looking at the sign that read "Nomiyama House" and then at the deserted interior of the house, Nomiyama thought to himself, "Their work should all be arranged by now, right?"

Yukino Yukinoshita stepped through the gate of the mansion with a natural expression: "Of course, they are all old folks who have worked for the Yukinoshita family for many years. They have all been given new jobs. We originally wanted to keep Uncle Yoshino to help us drive or buy groceries, but he is getting old, so the family arranged a house for him in the city. He has retired."

“Uncle Yoshino,” Nomiyama sighed softly, following her into the house. “When we were little, Yukinoshita and I often waited for Uncle Yoshino’s car by the roadside. Why didn’t you tell me about his retirement? We should have talked about it.”

“I’ve already spoken to him. As for you,” Yukinoshita Haruno walked to a large tree in the courtyard, sat on the swing under the tree, and smiled at him, “You can go with Yukino. Yukino has been playing chess on the mountain recently and missed it.”

Nomiyama stood behind her and gently pushed her, saying, "Okay."

"Oh, right, from now on, Uncle Yoshino's daughter will be in charge of picking us up and dropping us off at the grocery store. Remember to have Yukino add her contact information," Yukinoshita Haruno added.

"Daughter? You arranged this?" Nomiyama frowned.

"No, it was Uncle Yoshino who requested it. As for his daughter, she has been helping us manage the household affairs for years. I can't really persuade her about this. The Yoshino family has been managing our household affairs for hundreds of years, and they are used to it. Don't worry, the Yoshino family is the only one who will not betray the family. Even if they find some abnormal problems, they will keep quiet."

Yukino stretched out her legs and swung on the swing: "Besides, there always needs to be someone in the family who can drive to buy groceries. We can't keep teleporting around every day. It's convenient, but what about Shiono and Shiono going to school? We don't want to have to deal with the aftermath if someone sees us."

Nomiyama looked in the direction of her home and said with a little regret, "Only Hoshino will stay here. They can't bear to let their little darlings come here to live with me."

Yukinoshita Haruno laughed: "That's hard to say. As for Sayuri, she'll probably be here in a few years. As for the other one..."

She clicked her tongue: "The long passage of time will eventually blur Yukino's senses; it's only a matter of time before she does."

She stood up and stretched: "Alright, let's set up a barrier. No outsiders should be allowed into the Nomiyama family except for family members."

Nomiyama stretched out his hand and began to weave a barrier, a strange look in his eyes: "In a few more years, our house might become a haunted house or an urban legend, something you can only look at but not get close to."

"It's alright. Our house has long been known as a haunted house. We live in seclusion, in front of a mountain, and no one else is allowed to live nearby."

Yukinoshita Haruno reached out and grabbed his hand: "Okay, let's go shopping."

Nomiyama glanced back at the mountain and asked in surprise, "You brought me here, not to have me climb the mountain?"

Yukinoshita glared at him: "If you go, you should make it clear who wins and who loses. Why are you getting involved in this? I'm just taking you home to discuss some arrangements, and then..."

She laughed: "Then, of course, we go on a date."

Nomiyama looked at her for a while and thought she was a bit ruthless.

Having come this far, the two on the mountain had no choice but to come over to feint.

......

Yukino took him to the port, then pulled him along as they ran, ignoring the stares of others, until they reached the large ship that had come specifically for her.

There are probably many girls in this world who like skirts, long skirts, short skirts, and midi skirts.

Yukino Yukinoshita also likes it, but she didn't wear a skirt today because she doesn't necessarily have to wear one. She has diverse tastes and her wardrobe is always full of different outfits. And yet, she can completely pull off all those different combinations of clothes.

Today she was wearing a black turtleneck sweater paired with jeans, giving her a youthful college student vibe while also exuding an intellectual air.