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Chapter 421 - 200. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (9)_2

Chapter 421: 200. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (9)_2

"Are we really discussing this on Christmas?" Dubian Che looked around at everyone seated.

"Compared to the indecent things you think about all day, this is quite proper," Kiyono Lin said as she wanted to eat steak. Mrs. Jiutiao handed her the plate, and she thanked her softly.

The top-grade steak, cooked to medium-rare, sliced into long strips, drizzled with a special sauce.

"My father... was a very ordinary man," an image of his father came to Dubian Che’s mind.

"He didn’t care about the economy, nor was he interested in who the prime minister was. The only thing he bragged about in his life was riding a motorcycle up Mount Fuji when he was young."

"Mount Fuji?"

"Yes, that was when he was in high school," Dubian Che nodded. "Later, that Yamaha motorcycle he was so afraid might be stolen, even in his sleep, was sold after he married my mother, replaced with a Honda Cub, more suitable for carrying goods."

"What an incredible father."

Dubian Che nodded, then shook his head, smiling,

"No matter where, all fathers are like that."

"And your mother?" Kiyono Lin asked as she wiped her lips with a napkin after eating the steak.

"My mother was even more ordinary. Besides me, it seems there wasn’t much she could brag about. But come to think of it," Dubian Che chuckled, "riding a motorcycle up Mount Fuji isn’t something worth bragging about either."

"A parent’s greatest pride is always their children." Mrs. Kiyono looked at her daughter with both pride and a touch of sadness.

"Meiji has also had her share of hardships. Come on, let mommy feed you," Mrs. Jiutiao held a piece of special bluefish sushi in her hand.

Jiutiao Meijie reached for the plate and signaled for her to put it there.

"Mrs. Jiutiao, Mrs. Kiyono, Meiji and Kiyono indeed excel, but not to be conceited, whether it’s music, sports, or academics, they are not my match."

"What did you say?" Jiutiao Meijie looked over, her voice royal, "Say that again?"

"Mind your language, Mr. Dubian Che," Lord Kiyono’s stern gaze shot over.

"Music?" Mrs. Jiutiao recalled, "Right, Mr. Dubian is excellent at playing the oboe, why not perform for us as a Christmas activity?"

"I’ve heard too," Mrs. Kiyono looked expectantly at Dubian Che.

’Mrs. Jiutiao, Mrs. Kiyono, you both are like my mothers!’

Ignoring the fierce looks from the two beautiful girls, Dubian Che said to the two ladies:

"Of course, I’d be delighted!"

Mrs. Kiyono called a servant and asked her to fetch the oboe from the music room.

As the servant was about to leave, she called her back, "Oh, and bring two trumpets as well."

"Yes."

"Mrs. Kiyono, are you going to play too?"

"No, it’s for you young folks to play for us."

"Is Meiji also trained in trumpet?" Dubian Che asked Jiutiao Meijie curiously.

"I’ve also learned percussion instruments," Jiutiao Meijie said with a smile, "Do you want to try?"

"...Definitely, when I have the time."

The servant brought the instruments.

Two granddaughters of Santa Clauses, a lovable reindeer, playing "Jingle Bells", "The Christmas Song".

The trumpet, typically a solo instrument, resonant and loud, but neither Kiyono Lin nor Jiutiao Meijie gave way to the other.

Adding on Dubian Che, who shook his head and treated the oboe like a Suona, creating a messy sound.

But it did create quite the Christmas party atmosphere.

Lively and joyful, as Mrs. Jiutiao sang Italian opera with high, crystal-clear pitches, grand and piercing;

Dubian Che changed the tempo to accompany her.

After Mrs. Jiutiao finished singing, Mrs. Kiyono sang jazz with her deep female voice.

After that, Jiutiao Meijie was compelled by her mother to sing Matsuda Seiko’s "Uniform";

Kiyono Lin sang "Blooming like a rose, falling like cherry petals";

When it was Dubian Che’s turn, he started, and the four let him continue with the oboe instead.

The atmosphere was lively, with bursts of joyful laughter echoing through the spacious living room, circling around the branches of the ten-meter-high Christmas tree.

As Mrs. Jiutiao and her daughter sang a song, with Kiyono Lin accompanying on the trumpet.

"The roasted suckling pig is gone," Mrs. Kiyono suddenly said.

The table didn’t have an entire suckling pig, but rather slices of it, selecting just the most delicious parts.

"Mr. Dubian," Mrs. Kiyono stood up, "Could you help with this, please?"

"Sure." Although puzzled why she didn’t ask a servant to bring it, Dubian Che nevertheless stood up.

The two of them, one after the other, left the living room and walked into the kitchen.

Instead of having the chef slice it, Mrs. Kiyono put on gloves and did it herself.

Dubian Che picked up a serving plate.

The knife slid through the roasted golden pigskin, making a crispy sound, the blade gradually glowing from the layer of grease.

Just hearing the sound made Dubian Che want to eat.

Mrs. Kiyono sliced while plating, and asked,

"Mr. Dubian, how is your relationship with Lin?"

"We’re friends," Dubian Che eyed the roasted suckling pig, contemplating the tastiest part.

"As a friend, you must know quite a lot about Lin."

"Yeah." Dubian Che curbed his appetite, quietly waiting for what she might say next.

"Mr. Dubian, since that incident, you have been Lin’s only friend, I hope you can help her."

"Help her?"

"Her inability to lie."

"You think that’s a bad thing?"

"What do you think? Good or bad?"

Dubian Che looked at Mrs. Kiyono, clearly a high-class lady, yet her movements with the knife were very skilled.

"I think it’s all good," he said, "I told Kiyono I would always be her friend."

"Nobody can stay forever with someone who can see through lies," Mrs. Kiyono continued cutting the suckling pig.

Dubian Che was about to say something when Mrs. Kiyono interrupted him, speaking before him:

"You are young now, and you’ve only known her for less than a year. Because it’s novel, because she’s beautiful, you feel it’s okay. But in a few years, when you’re twenty, thirty, can you guarantee you will still want to be by her side?"