Chapter 55, I'm Back

Zhuo opened the door with the box.
The house was quiet. When Zhuo saw that Che was not at home, he guessed that his parents must have gone out.

So he didn't call anyone.

After simply bowing and pushing him into the door, he went out to the convenience store to buy dinner.

Everything else is other. Let’s finish our meal first.

Today's plan is to eat and drink enough and then rest.

The convenience store was a place he had frequented since he was a child. Occasionally, a housewife would pass by the vegetable section, scan the dazzling array of merchandise, and put the ones she liked into her bag.

Convenience stores in small places like this don't have much activity.

In Tokyo, where competition is fierce, various activities are often held to attract customers. This is a real discount, not a leeks-cutting behavior of raising prices first and then discounting...

For example, the first 20 customers after 2pm will enjoy discounts. Pineapples on Mondays are sold at only one-tenth of the usual price, and on weekends, a dozen eggs will be given away for every 1,000 yen spent...

The most practical one is the points card system, which accumulates points based on a certain percentage of the consumption amount to increase customer stickiness.

Zhuo only bought some snacks and no lunch box, because he was at home now and could have a hot meal in the evening.

After paying the bill and returning home, I saw a familiar C-class private car parked under the parking shed.

It means that the parents have returned.

Zhuo opened the door, changed his shoes, walked along the wooden floor corridor and passed the living room, and sure enough, he saw his parents.

The man had many wrinkles on his face and looked a little serious; the mother had dyed chestnut hair and was smiling while picking up food for the father.

Well, they have already started eating.

"Zhuo?" His father found him.

"Huh?" Mother turned her head.

Zhuo glanced at the barbecue and wine on their table, took a half step back, and bowed like a visiting guest.

"Sorry for bothering you."

"Oh~ I'm sorry, son. I forgot you were coming back today." The mother stroked his cheek and smiled with narrowed eyes. "Have you found a girlfriend?"

"I won't disturb you two from eating." Zhuo bowed again and closed the door of the living room.

He carried the snacks and walked towards the bedroom on the third floor.

There is no problem in his family. His parents have been married for more than ten years and their relationship is still as harmonious as when they were newlyweds.

Herein lies the problem…

They were so harmonious, so harmonious that Zhuo would feel like a light bulb when he stayed at home. His parents were true love, and he was just an accident.

So even if he returned home hungry after a long absence, and saw his parents eating happily but without preparing any share for him, he would not be angry at all... Yes, not angry.

He bought chips and bread anyway.

On the third floor,

open the door,
The lights in the house were on, complementing the dusk shining in through the windows.

There was a steaming meal on the desk. It was a Japanese home-cooked meal that I hadn't had for a long time, and a particularly obvious Chinese fried chicken. In front of the dish was a bowl of rice and a bowl of hot soup, with a faint white mist floating above it...

"Ouch~ I think I left tonight's midnight snack here. I hope my sulking son won't mind?"

A lively voice suddenly came from behind Zhuo, with the sarcastic tone that a mother should have.

Although she is my mother, she remains active all day long in an manner that is not in line with her age, and has a cheerful expression on her face that is often seen at home.

"Oh, then you can take it away." Zhuo said stubbornly.

"Emmmm..." His mother walked around to him and used her hands to flatten and round his cheeks. "It seems like you've been having a good time lately. You don't even care about your mother's food."

"No." Zhuo turned his face away.

Maybe everyone is like this, always can't help but sing the opposite tune and be stubborn in front of their parents. It's like they haven't grown up yet...

His mother, Utsunomiya Sachiko, let go of her hand and looked him up and down.

"Seeing that you are doing well, your father and I are relieved."

Sa Qianzi's sudden gentle tone made Zhuo a little uneasy.

"……I'm fine."

"Okay, that's fine. I received a text message saying you were hit by a car and asked me to transfer the medical expenses to you. I was so scared that your mother almost died."

"This is obviously a scam, luckily you didn't fall for it." Zhuo said speechlessly, "When did you receive it?"

Sa Qianzi tilted her head: "I received it last week, but I forgot about it for a moment." Zhuo: "..." You really are my real mother.

"Really? Why do you look like that? Mom must have been too busy to remember. I was really worried at the time~"

"Yes, yes. I was only worried for a moment at that time, right? Then I forgot about it because I was busy spending time alone with my dad."

"Huh?! How did you know?"

"It is not funny."

"You really don't have a girlfriend?"

Zhuo came to the table and sat down: "No, and... shouldn't we be welcoming our son back after a long absence? Why are you asking about my girlfriend right away?"

This made Zhuo feel a bit confused as he was returning home alone to celebrate the New Year after turning 30.

"Maybe, because you gained weight?"

"What's the connection?" Zhuo pretended to be indifferent.

In fact, I was very panicked inside.

It's all Zero's fault! It's all her fault!
On the table, there was a wide variety of food served on small white plates.

Tender yellow egg rolls, chewy handmade meatballs, crispy fried tempura, golden hamburger meat, boiled broccoli, tofu skin... In the front is a bowl of pearl-like rice, steaming hot, dotted with corn kernels.

At the far end was a huge plate of fried chicken with green peppers and chili peppers.

This kind of Chinese cuisine was something that Sa Chiko learned specifically from the chef of the Flower Growing Family.

For flower growers, fried chicken is a common meat dish that can be found everywhere on the street; for Japanese mothers who generally prefer bland tastes, it is very troublesome to adjust the taste of flower-growing dishes. Just like when flower growers make Japanese food, it is always not authentic...

All the dishes were without natto.

Great.

Zhuo picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth. The spicy taste instantly came to his mind.

In the past month or so, although the dishes that Zero sent were all high-end, they were also within the taste of Japanese people.

In other words: not spicy enough, not flavorful enough, and all too sweet.

Only the mother knows her child's taste best.

"Mom..." Zhuo swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth and suddenly spoke while looking at the food on the table.

"What's wrong?" Sa Chizi was still standing behind him.

"……I'm back."

Sha Qianzi was stunned when she heard that, then she rubbed his head gently. She was not angry when Zhuo pushed her away in dissatisfaction.

“Welcome home~”

"...Pour me a glass of water."

……

The summer vacation was very dull, very dull.

Every morning, parents prepare breakfast and go out to work.

Although most women in Japan become full-time housewives after marriage, her mother is not one of them. Zhuo's family has two working parents.

Zhuo's life is even more lazy. After waking up every day, he plays with his mobile phone, goes out for a walk, daydreams, and then takes a nap... After that, he is woken up by his parents, eats dinner, and when it gets dark, he goes back to sleep.

The summer vacation passed quickly and came to an end.

　Thanks to brother Yapimao for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to the little book fan brother Yizhi for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Qu Nianqiong for the two monthly tickets.

　　Thanks to my brother Shoudaomengli for the two monthly tickets.

　　Thanks to brother 20200819171654725 for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to my wife's brother Qinli for the monthly ticket. (Just pretend you are not talking about Minami Qinli.)
　　Thanks to brother Need a Cook for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Yue Ruxuedidi with an umbrella for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Xu Ge for the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)