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Chop ordinary lean meat into fine paste, boil it with ginger paste, and add salt.

Haha, there is no unpalatable broth in the world, he has always had this idea.

Dripping with water, he looked at the broth in the pot when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the living room, as if someone was there, leaving?

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He moved his feet and poked his head out of the kitchen, puzzled.

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"Why are you going?"

......

Yukinoshita Haruno pushed open the bathroom door, and in the hot air, she saw the person in the bathtub.

That, my own mother.

They looked at each other, both silent and calm.

The silence lasted for a long time, and the staring at each other lasted for a long time.

In the end, it was the person in the bathtub who spoke first. Her expression didn't change much, she just kept a straight face and asked, "Why are you here?"

Why are you here?

Yukinoshita Haruno smiled. She didn't mean anything else, she just wanted to laugh suddenly when she looked at that calm and natural face.

This person seemed to have always been like this, like this on birthdays, like this on New Year's Day. No matter how well Yukino and I did in certain things, she always looked calm, and at most she would just say, "You are worthy of being the daughter of the Yukinoshita family."

The smile faded.

Yukinoshita Haruno's emotions also faded, and she just looked at her: "I'll wait for you at home."

Turning around, she left the door and walked towards the entrance.

"Why are you going?"

The boy poked his head out from the kitchen.

Yukinoshita Haruno turned her head and looked at him with some confusion. She wanted to put on her usual expression, but found that she couldn't do it.

So she had no choice but to stare at him: "There is something urgent at home that I need to take care of."

She looked at him, frowned, and then went back into the kitchen. Only the sound came out.

"Wait a minute, your clothes are too wet. Drink a bowl of broth before you go, and you'll be much warmer."

Pulling the corner of her mouth, Yukinoshita Haruno said in a somewhat weak voice: "It's summer now, even the rain in the sky is hot."

Nomiyama walked out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of broth, curling his lips: "Your illness is your business, but if you don't drink the broth I prepared with great difficulty, wouldn't it seem like my thoughtfulness is not appreciated?"

Yukinoshita Haruno stared at him for a moment, then turned her head to glance at the still silent bathroom. She turned back and sighed, "Yes, yes. After all, this is the dish carefully prepared by Nomiyama Fuuhaya-san. If you don't eat it, you will be punished by God."

She took two steps, bent her legs skillfully, and sat down in front of the coffee table.

Nomiyama placed the broth in front of her, glanced at her expression, picked up his own bowl and took a sip. After swallowing it, he asked, "Did something big happen in your family?"

Holding the bowl with both hands, Yukinoshita Haruno didn't look up: "Why is it a big deal?"

"Because you probably have no interest in managing your own business unless something really troublesome happens."

Yukinoshita Haruno looked up at him and was silent for a moment.

I'm actually not quite sure about the current situation. My mother has disappeared from our sight for more than a year. If she has been living here all this time, she must have used some identity.

He had no idea how far things had gone between them or what had happened.

In the end, I was the one who was blinded by the light.

With a slight sneer, Yukinoshita Haruno picked up the bowl of soup and swallowed it in big gulps. After she was done, she exhaled the hot air and stood up.

She regained some energy, stretched her waist, and her beautiful body curves were fully revealed.

Walking towards the entrance, she waved her hand: "It's no big deal, I'll take care of it."

Nomiyama looked at her back and stood up: "I'll take you there."

"No, I told Uncle Yoshino to wait outside on the street."

After saying this, she turned around, looked at the frowning boy, and smiled: "Feng Zao, just wait, I will take care of these things, and we can go fishing together another day."

Nodding slightly, Nomiyama replied, "Yeah."

The door was pushed open and then closed.

Even after she left, Nomiyama still had a frown on his face.

There is something going on, but it is not convenient for her to know. Judging from Haruno's personality, it is most likely not a problem with the Yukinoshita family's property. Could it be a family problem?

He reached out and touched his phone.

Just ask Yukinoshita. If it's a family problem, she should know about it.

There was a sound of footsteps, Nomiya turned his head, and was slightly stunned.

Gong Yu was still wearing her own large short-sleeved shirt and jeans that showed off her legs.

She seemed a little apologetic.

Yukinoshita Miyayu looked at the young man in front of her, her eyes showing reluctance, her voice still gentle: "Fengzao, my family notified me, I have to go home."

"go home?"

Nomiya tilted his head.

You didn’t even go home for the Chinese New Year, so why would you go home now?

"Yeah." Yukinoshita Miyame's voice was a little bitter.

"The child missed you and made a lot of noise."

Taking a step back, Nomiya's expression was slightly unnatural. This was a topic he couldn't participate in at all.

Taking a deep breath, Yukinoshita Miyame looked at him seriously: "I will deal with these things immediately and try to come back tonight."

Nomiyama responded with a faint voice: "Okay..."

"Ah."

After responding, Yukinoshita Miyame took a step and walked towards the entrance.

Nomiyama glanced out the window and said the same words: "I'll take you there."

"No need, Feng Zao. I called the family driver and he will be here soon."

"umbrella."

"Well, I know."

Reaching out, Yukinoshita Miyame took the umbrella from the corner, pushed open the door, and then stopped.

She turned around and looked at the person standing at the entrance.

After standing still for a while, she suddenly threw away her umbrella and threw herself into his arms, just like she did that night.

She felt the other person's body without any obvious objection, and said in a low voice: "Feng Zao, I know you don't like me yet."

Nomiyama said nothing, just looked down at her.

Yukinoshita Miyayu put more force on her hands, pressing closer to him: "But you don't hate me, right?"

So Nomiyama said, "Yeah."

"It won't happen again, right?"

"see your performance?"

"No! No matter what, you can't hate me!"

"You are so tough."

Yukinoshita Miyame took a deep breath, then stood up straight. She smiled and said, "Because it's too embarrassing to be hated by the person you like."

Nomiyama's expression changed slightly: "I still can't remember the past, and I still don't know why you like me."

Yukinoshita Miyame smiled generously and shyly: "Because I knew a lot about Fenghaya since I was a child, so I have always liked her since I was very young."

Nomiyama didn't know how to respond.

Yukinoshita Miyame finally said: "Fengzao, wait for me to come back."

Nomiyama was quiet for a while, and finally nodded: "Yeah."

Yukinoshita Miyame smiled even more happily. She turned around, picked up the umbrella she had thrown away, pushed open the door and walked out.

After closing the door, her expression gradually calmed down.

Yang Nai was indeed too troublesome. If she hadn't been used to being rational, she would have subconsciously chosen a safer approach when she wasn't clear about the situation.

Then everything may turn out to be unpredictable.

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If a confrontation had taken place just now, everything he had worked hard for over the past year might have been destroyed.

Waiting for me at home?

Ha ha.

Ok.

Chapter 100 Mother-Daughter Communication

Bending down, stretching his legs, and stepping out of the car, the owner of the Yukinoshita family set foot on her territory again after a year and a half.

But this time she was not wearing the elegant kimono, but a pair of casual and energetic short-sleeved jeans and a pair of women's sneakers.

Taking a step forward, she glanced at Yoshino who was waiting for her in the courtyard. Her emotions were undetectable, and she simply asked, "Where is she?"

Mr. Yoshino didn't spare a second glance at his wife's surprising attire. He simply bowed slightly and replied, "In the training room."

Yukinoshita Miyame continued walking, only laughing mockingly, "Ha."

Taking a step, Mr. Yoshino quietly followed his wife, keeping a distance between them.

After taking a few steps, he finally couldn't help himself and spoke carefully: "Madam, the eldest lady has worked very hard in the past year and a half. She has managed the family business very well."

Yukinoshita Miyame stopped and looked back at him expressionlessly, then continued walking: "Yoshino, you are meddling too much."

Mr. Yoshino lowered his head, slightly bitter, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I spoke too much."

Yukinoshita Miyayu raised her eyes and looked towards the training room, her tone unchanged: "Don't worry, my mother and I are just taking care of some household chores."

In the corridor, she ordered, "Tell everyone in the family to stay away from the practice room and don't let anyone get close."

The voice was still cold: "By the way, prepare the medicine for bruises and injuries."

"Ok."

Mr. Yoshino nodded in agreement, then looked towards the training room worriedly.

Madam is in such a bad mood, Miss, you can only cheer yourself up...

......

After Nomiyama finished the broth in the small bowl, he turned and walked towards the bathroom, where he took a comfortable bath.

After taking a bath, he changed into dry clothes, drained the water, and returned to the kitchen to heat up the broth in the pot to continue drinking.

While waiting for the broth to boil again, he turned his head and looked at an apron hanging on the bed.

This apron was picked out by Gong Yu herself in the supermarket. Unlike the black cat Yukinoshita, the striped one belongs to a white cat.

His eyes fell back into the pot, Nomiya turned off the fire, and began to quietly serve the soup.

He held the large bowl, placed it on the coffee table, and then sat down cross-legged.

He didn't drink it right away, but just stared at the broth in a daze.

In fact, over the past year or so, he never said how good he was to Gong Yu, it seemed more like he was taking advantage of her.

The other person washes the clothes, prepares breakfast and lunch boxes every morning, and works in the kitchen for dinner, while the other person waits quietly for dinner.

She is the one who checks the weather forecast every day and reminds me whether to bring an umbrella. Every day when I get home, she has already prepared the ingredients and is just waiting for me to start cooking. The water in the bathroom is always hot when needed, and she will turn it off when not in use, saying it is to save electricity.