I Am Reaching The Pinnacle Of My Life In The Magic Card World

"Mother, we are here."

I jogged all the way, returned the same way, passed through the open corridor, opened the sliding door, and the scent of old cedar wood hit my face in the hall. There were five cloth seats on the floor made of unstained cedar wood, and Mrs. Yukinoshita was sitting at the head seat. .

The two sides were sitting on the side, Yangno sat on the left side of the cloth, and Yukino sat next to her, breathing softly from her small mouth, her flushed cheeks were green and tender because of the energy consumed by trotting.

There are two empty seats on the right. You don't have to guess which one is his. It's not difficult to guess. Please choose where you want to sit.

Mrs. Yukinoshita is taking exams, and she most wants to know Tsukaka's living habits, manners, and temperament.

Where to start training him? A child of the family, Onii-chan's adopted son must not be a waste who relies on Yukinoshita's playboy.

The options placed on the tomb level will affect the training direction of Mrs. Yukinoshita who is the leader.

Sitting closer to her is not a priority. You should ask a tutor to teach you basic etiquette. If you sit in the second seat, it means you are not stupid and you understand dignity.

He was not brainless, he sat down cross-legged calmly, Xueno's white face was filled with astonishment.

Why is this person sitting like this? They all sit on their knees. Although they are not used to it and don't like it, it is acceptable to sit down occasionally on grand occasions.

"Ahem!" Mrs. Yukinoshita coughed slightly. It was inconvenient for her to say, so Yangno did it for her. The older woman understood the old mother's heart: "Ozuka-sama, your sitting posture is wrong. Learn from your sister. You will only demonstrate once."

Yang Nai stood up, put his knees on the cushion, put his white jade feet on his hips, and sat with his knees together.

In a big family, there are many rules that are broken. Tsukasa muttered in his heart and followed suit. It was uncomfortable to put his legs together, so he deviated a little.

In the back kitchen of the large living room, the man of the house, a well-known local councilman and the president of a construction company, was holding a large pot and preparing dishes in full swing.

The man of the house had a slicked back hair, his hair was combed and shiny black, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he was cursing while cooking.

"What kind of brat wants to be my son-in-law? Let's see if I don't give him some advice to see if he's qualified."

Four portions of miso soup were served, and only one portion was filled with half a bag of salt. Not to mention the salt, a bag of laxative-like powder was also poured into the big and broken back.

He put his fingers in and stirred it, wiped it with a kitchen rag without washing his hands, and just brought out one plate after another, five servings for five people.

After serving the fifth portion, Da Beitou glared at Tsukasa fiercely, "You brat, I just want my little daughter to be your wife in a certain year."

I was so filled with hatred that I cried and cried. I couldn't read minds, so I just felt that Da Beitou was full of malice.

Suddenly, I became wary. The dishes were delicious and delicious, including golden crispy saury and high-quality pure yellow and transparent small caviar.

Salmon sashimi with well-balanced knife skills and a small plate of boiled cabbage.

The finale was the state banquet-level dish made from miso soup, red and white radish, fish bones, kelp and tofu and other ingredients.

The workmanship is perfect, and you can't find any faults with the naked eye. You can't find any faults with the naked eye, so you should be more vigilant at the tomb level.

Could it be that there are some toppings added to these dishes? But I couldn't see where the disharmony lay, so I had to suppress my suspicion for the time being.

Silently, he held his chopsticks with his fingers clasped together and said silently: "I'm starting."

After praying, Brother Big Back Tou put his arm around his shoulders and called him a little brother, not to mention being affectionate.

But the Yukino sisters were stunned and dumbfounded. Their father had never been so affectionate to anyone when they first met.

"Xiao Yukino, don't you think dad is acting weird." The older girl whispered.

Yukino just looked at the tomb steps, which were well-established for attack and defense, and said calmly: "If something goes wrong, there must be a monster."

As daughters, they know better than anyone else what kind of urine their father has. He can't bear the loss, and his father can't take it.

Will he be unable to bear it? Do you want to find an excuse to help him after the dinner?

The two daughters had two voices, and if they could hear it, they would probably faint in the toilet.

"Little guy, what's the size of the golden saury I made?" The thick-backed man raised his voice, eagerly awaiting someone's comment.

Zhong Jie picked up a piece of golden and slightly burnt fish meat. It was crispy and soft in the mouth. The texture of the meat was firm and delicate. It was delicious. He commented:

"Alright."

Um? ? ? OK, good boy, you successfully caught my attention. The big back head was full of energy, and his big finger pointed at the caviar produced in Hokkaido.

Two words remain unchanged: "Too good."

The old man was so angry that he burst out of his clothes with a bang, revealing the muscles like a horned dragon on his top. The picture was so beautiful that Yukino covered her eyes with her hands and couldn't bear to look at it, so she just lowered her head.

My father's impulsiveness and irritability have not changed at all. He is afraid of them holding them in his mouth, and holding them in his hands is afraid of dropping them.

When outsiders change their character, they will be punished, scolded, and rewarded. The rewards and punishments are clear.

Da Beitou pointed at the boiled cabbage again, "Shangjia!" The word changed. How could Da Beitou not understand that this kid was deliberately, deliberately irritating him.

At such a young age, he didn't notice anything else. He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and told the story of the origin of boiled cabbage.

"Arrogant man, what do you know? This boiled cabbage is a famous dish at the state banquet of China. The soup for the cabbage is taken from old hens, old ducks, ham and hoof meat, ribs and scallops and other ingredients are mixed into the boiling pot."

"Add cooking wine, green onion and ginger, then mash the chicken breast until tender, pour in fresh soup and stir into a paste,,,"

"Repeat it three times, eliminate impurities, and wait for a series of processes to cook such a small four-pot boiled cabbage, and let you eat it with ease?"

Da Beitou asked, almost pointing to Zhong Jie's nose, spitting flying all over his face.

Zhong Jie frowned and changed his words, "Excellent."

"Excellent??? I laughed so hard, since this boiled cabbage dish can't get into your eyes, the miso soup as the finale will definitely get into your eyes." The big-backed man was kind, holding the hot earthenware pot with his fingers. Pottery cover.

The aroma of fresh food is inhaled into the nose of Zhongjie, and he is intoxicated by taking two puffs. The fragrance lingers in his mouth, and the fragrance lasts for a long time, tempting the taste buds.

This dish is almost the same as boiled cabbage. It is a rare and delicious miso soup.

The only drawback is that this dish doesn't shine.

He picked up the soup spoon on the edge of the tile pond and scooped out a small amount of soup, slowly, slowly, super slow, super slow motion.

Obaotou's throat rolled, and he was not the only one. The two sisters, Yukino and Haruno, couldn't take their eyes off Tsukasa's hand holding the spoon.

Mrs. Yukinoshita sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, calmly, tasting a taste of miso soup with her small mouth.

As his spoon got closer and closer, everyone held their breath and their eyes were almost fixed on that spoon.

It's faster, it's faster, it's faster, the spoon is pressed against Tsukasa's mouth, and it doesn't even touch his lips.

Love, the four sighs, the big-backed head was the first one not to be happy, and jumped out and beat his chest with grief: "Little guy, you can't trust me."

"I would like to swear by Amaterasu, lead by example, and taste it myself with my fingers."

Da Beitou spoke righteously, put his finger into his own miso soup, stirred it, and tasted the taste in his mouth.

"Look, it's okay. Drink without worry."

Tsukasa gave me a cold look, and I just laughed.

Da Beitou seemed to have forgotten, the residue of medicine on his unwashed fingers made his stomach churn, his anus tightened, and he rushed like a big wave rushing through the sand, running like an open-air hut.

The god-like operation stunned everyone.

Mrs. Yukinoshita put the spoon back into the pot, stood up and left the hall, and came to a conclusion.

The little slippery man is not the one who suffers the consequences.