I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

"It's a poem. The original sentence is, Who knows that the food on the plate is hard-earned."

"It comes from "Mercy for the Peasants" by Li Shen, a Tang Dynasty poet from China. It teaches us to cherish the fruits of others' labor and not to waste food."

Hitano Yu poured the rice from the discounted lunch box at home into a small porcelain bowl he used, and while explaining to Iori Miko with a smile, he showed off the fried tofu with rice, his voice a little vague.

He likes to teach others. When he was in the orphanage, he was the king of children, followed by a string of younger brothers and sisters.

Being regarded as an elder brother, he would naturally fulfill his responsibilities as an elder brother, so Hitano Yu often taught them some life lessons and supplemented them with appropriate Chinese poems.

Therefore, when he heard Miko's question, he subconsciously explained.

Hitano Nissan is so amazing that he can even learn Chinese

Iori Miko nodded thoughtfully, leaning on the edge of the small square table, a pair of small hands supporting her chin, her little feet in white lace socks swinging rhythmically, her glass-like amber eyes staring at the boy who was wolfing down in front of her in a daze.

The window of the room was open, and lights were still on sporadically in the office building in the distance. The groans and shouts of drunks could be heard occasionally from the street downstairs, and the night breeze with a moist breath blew into the room.

He sat with his back to the window, and his handsome features looked even deeper under the top light. His long hair swayed slightly in the night wind, adding a bit of unruly and prodigal temperament to him. His eyes were clear and full of vitality.

As if he had discovered her gaze, he was stunned for a second, and then gave her a spring breeze-like smile. His broad and strong body blocked most of the night wind, making people feel safe and reliable.

Iori Miko kept watching with clear eyes, and there was no shy expression on her face like a normal girl, or even no expression.

The calm look and the unfocused eyes always gave people the feeling that although her eyes were looking at something, her thoughts had already flown away.

Just when Dongye Yu felt that this girl was a little strange, Iori Miko supported herself with her little hands, came closer, leaned close to her ear, and asked in a low voice.

"Dongye Nissan, have you found Xiu Jizaemon?"

Her voice was soft and soft, and she spoke softly, like an invisible light feather massaging her ears, itching her heart.

A unique smell of her began to linger on Dongye Yu's sensitive nose, which was a mixture of milk and the refreshing sweet and sour smell of oranges.

No, you stared at me for a long time, but it turned out to be a circle?

Dongye Yu felt a little stunned and subconsciously wanted to make up a lie.

"Shh!" Iori Miko raised her slender white fingers and said seriously: "Please be quiet, it might hear it."

Dongye Yu pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head seriously, got closer and made up a lie in a very light voice: "I didn't find it."

Guo Minase, Miko, foxes are born to lie.

Iori Miko pursed her lips, her eyes wandering back and forth on Higashino Yu's face, "Then can I still come to play with Higashino Nissan tomorrow?"

Play with me?

Higashino Yu glanced at her, saw through her plan, and was a little speechless. Xiuji's meeting you was probably his doom.

If he snatches your snack, he might be chased for eighteen years.

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, it's not convenient tomorrow, Miko."

"Higashino Nissan found a part-time job today. I will go home very late from Monday to Friday in the future, but I will be free on weekends. You are welcome to come and play on weekends."

"Is that so? Okay then"

Unfortunately, I didn't find Xiujizaemon today.

Iori Miko pouted her lips in disappointment, and then yawned cutely, feeling very strange in her heart.

I clearly felt the breath of Xiujizaemon, but I just couldn't see it. Why was it hiding from me?

The sleepy bug must have sneaked over again. Haruhara lied. She actually said that the sleepy bug had never come.

A young man can be taught.

Seeing that she was not as persistent as other children, Dongye Yu smiled with relief.

He finished the remaining tofu and rice in a few bites, put the chopsticks back in place, and closed the lid of the food box.

"The fried tofu is delicious, thank you for the hospitality."

He smiled and nodded at Iori Miko, apologetically.

"I should have kept you at my house for a while, but the time is not right tonight, Miko, I will take you home first."

"Yes." Iori Miko rubbed her eyes and nodded. She felt sleepy again.

Dongye Yu then carried the food box on his arm and carried Iori Miko downstairs.

As a result, as soon as he left the corridor, he saw Iori Tadamichi standing at the street corner wearing a black Wufu and wooden clogs.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw Dongye Yu and Miko who was already asleep on his back. His old face smiled and bowed slightly to thank him.

"I've really troubled you these past two days, Higashino-kun. Miko is stubborn and insisted on waiting for Higashino-kun to come home and personally give you the fried tofu made by her grandmother."

As a clergyman, Iori Tadamichi looks like an immortal.

He is not short, at least he is quite tall in the island country, about 1.8 meters tall, with a solid figure, and he looks like the head of a shrine in his Wufu.

He has a head of neatly combed silver hair, a well-trimmed white beard on his chin and lips, and wears tortoise-shell reading glasses. He has a square face, regular features, kind eyebrows and eyes, and a ruddy complexion, giving people a serious but not old-fashioned impression.

There is a vertical line between his eyebrows that often frowns. As a shrine priest, he has a lot to worry about. Maybe it's normal?

Hitano Yu bowed in return, "No trouble, thanks to Miko I can eat the fried tofu made by Iori's grandmother, her cooking skills are really superb."

"Of course, the thing I regret least in my life is marrying Tomoko." Iori Tadamichi laughed, looking quite proud.

Most old people like to reminisce about the past and tell others about the proud things over and over again, like a child who won a certificate and showed off everywhere.

Higano Yu smiled and returned the food box to him first. He smelled a strong smell of alcohol on him and saw that his face was flushed, which made him feel strange.

"Have you been waiting here?"

Iori Tadamichi shook his head and pointed to a pub with a blue door curtain not far away: "I came to persuade Miko to go back first, but she refused, so I went to Saburo to drink a few glasses of wine alone."

Higano Yu was stunned.

Huh?

Your granddaughter is not mobile and is just in junior high school. She is waiting for someone alone in the apartment building, and you go to drink a little wine?

Does Grandma Iori know about this?

Dong Yeyu didn't know how to complain, but the person in front of him was not only a benefactor who helped him a lot, but also an elder. Moreover, it was not easy for him to say anything about other people's family affairs.

After hesitating for a while, he just asked tactfully: "Miko is inconvenient to move, are you really at ease with her being alone?"