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Chapter 420 - 200. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (9)

Chapter 420: 200. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (9)

Kiyono’s mother received a belt prepared by Dubian Che, while Jiutiao’s mother had her daughter’s bath salts.

Both were quite satisfied.

Next, everyone shared the cake baked by Kiyono’s mother and ate the fried chicken made by Jiutiao’s mother.

Additionally, there was a variety of eye-catching food.

Roast suckling pig, sausages, ham, stew, steak, lamb chops, pork chops;

Mashed potatoes, French fries, ketchup, puff pastry egg tarts, ice cream, salad, various puddings, various fruit pies;

Roast duck, pan-fried buns, spring rolls, dumplings, cream puffs, biscuits;

Capital City’s kaiseki cuisine, Osaka’s takoyaki, North Japan’s seafood, Nagoya’s grilled eel, Tokyo’s sushi, Nagano’s buckwheat noodles, Kyushu’s puffer fish...

All these things surrounded a giant golden roasted turkey and filled the long table.

"Mr. Dubian, how’s the fried chicken? I haven’t made these in a long time," Jiutiao’s mother asked.

Dubian Che dipped the fried chicken into hot sauce and took a big bite.

"To be honest?" he asked in a tentative tone to the four people present.

"Go ahead, no need to be polite with me," Jiutiao’s mother said with a smile.

"It’s still a bit behind mine."

"Can Mr. Dubian cook?" Kiyono’s mother said while dipping a slice of roast suckling pig into sugar.

This scene reminded Dubian Che of North Uji Bridge, during a school trip by the Uji River, when Kiyono Lin mentioned eating roast suckling pig dipped in sugar.

"I can’t cook," he said, "I used to work at a supermarket near West Shinjuku Station, responsible for the prepared food section."

"Prepared food section?"

"Yeah, mainly oden, various fried items, and also fried chicken. I worked there five days a week, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and the weekends. During the shifts I handled, the turnover in the prepared food section far exceeded other times. It wasn’t an exaggeration to call me the Little Prince of the prepared food section."

"That amazing? I’d really love to try it!" Jiutiao’s mother said with anticipation.

"Being amazing didn’t help, the boss never gave me a raise."

"What other jobs have you done, Mr. Dubian?" Kiyono’s mother asked curiously.

"Stop talking nonsense," Kiyono Lin and her mother spoke up simultaneously.

"What nonsense?" Dubian Che asked displeased. "Kiyono, did I lie about anything?"

Kiyono Lin put down the apple pie in her hand.

She calmly stated, "Always playing smart."

Then, she revealed the truth, "You just have a good-looking face."

"A guess?" Dubian Che asked.

"Am I wrong?" Kiyono Lin retorted.

"I’m so handsome, whatever I do undoubtedly gets influenced by it."

"Think about serious matters more, instead of always thinking about ways to lie," Kiyono Lin said bluntly.

"Everyone has their own circumstances. With my intelligence, I can handle serious matters easily, so I have a lot of time to relax my mind."

"Intelligent? In front of me?"

"Top of the nation," Dubian Che puffed his chest out.

"Judging someone’s intelligence by grades has already proven that you’re not very smart and furthermore, you’re narrow-minded."

"Tough, you managed to discredit my brain and my perspective at the same time; is this a double return?"

Kiyono Lin covered her mouth with her hand, concealing her smile.

At that moment, Kiyono’s mother’s voice came through, also tinged with humor:

"Both of you stop bickering. Mr. Dubian, did you hear what I said just now?"

Darn—this word popped up in Dubian Che’s mind.

Sure enough, in the corner of his eye, Jiutiao Meijie was also glancing his way.

Their gazes met.

Her message was: I’ll deal with you later.

"In addition to the supermarket, I’ve held ad boards, but that job required paying a commission to the temp agency, and it was tough. I wouldn’t do it unless strapped for cash or for some other reason."

"So you did hear my question. Here I thought you only had eyes for Lin," Kiyono’s mother said, feigning surprise.

Jiutiao Meijie indifferently ate the meat from a king crab’s leg, casually stepping on Dubian Che’s foot under the table.

Pressing hard.

Reindeer suits are truly great, thick enough.

Dubian Che only felt as if Jiutiao Meijie was giving him a massage.

Right, should find an opportunity to have Miss Jiutiao give him a massage sometime.

Dubian Che’s face displayed an expression of enduring pain.

"Mr. Dubian," Jiutiao’s mother asked curiously, "could you talk about your family situation?"

"My family’s situation is very ordinary," Dubian Che continued the topic, "a remote village, very poor."

"How poor is very poor?" Kiyono’s mother asked without malice, simply curious.

"Well—" Dubian Che thought for a moment, "at each household’s front door, firewood is chopped up to the eaves."

"That’s quite picturesque," Kiyono’s mother laughed.

"After all, thinking about frivolous things all day, it’s hard not to have a rich imagination."

While picking up roast suckling pig with her chopsticks, Kiyono Lin gave him a disdainful glance.

"My dear," Jiutiao Meijie pulled the meat from a crab leg, pretending to feed it to Dubian Che.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Dubian Che opened his mouth.

Jiutiao Meijie ate the crab leg meat herself.

"..."

Both mothers laughed heartily.

Dubian Che ate a strawberry the size of a baby’s fist and continued:

"Nowadays, we use less firewood; if you aren’t careful, animals start nesting on it."

They listened quietly until Dubian Che finished.

"What animals?" Jiutiao Meijie asked.

"Sometimes birds, sometimes snakes."

"Snakes?" Kiyono’s mother appeared a bit scared.

"Yes. I’ve seen snakes lay eggs myself. Later, my father got a cat from the villagers. That cat always slept on the pile of wood, and there were no more birds or snakes."

Dubian Che ate another strawberry.

Jiutiao Meijie picked up a glass of wine and asked, "Tell us about your father."