Japanese big things

Although Mr. Hamabe tried his best to be emotionally restrained when telling the story of the little girl Minami, the joy on his face and the joy that could not be hidden in his tone still spilled out.<

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It's like a fish tank filled with water. Even if you add only a small amount of something to it, some of it will inevitably overflow when it's already full. In terms of love and scenery, Nakamura Masahiro will give it all.

My own blessing: "Mr. Hamabe, congratulations."

"Thank you."

With a very useful thank you, Mr. Hamato drove the car seriously and asked Nakamura Masahiro casually: "By the way, Nakamura-san, aren't you staying at home today? Are you still busy with things on this big day?"

Well, it’s no wonder that Mr. Hamato is a little curious about this. It stands to reason that on such an important day as the Great Dark Day, everyone must stay at home, reunite with their families, and then happily welcome the arrival of the New Year.
There are also many people who insist on being busy outside, but these people usually insist on being on duty outside because of work or other reasons. People like Masahiro Nakamura who wander around outside cannot be said to exist, but they are definitely

It is very rare.

"Well, there is indeed something to do."

Nakamura Masahiro didn't know how to answer this question. His overtime work was just due to his uneasiness. He nodded vaguely and reluctantly dealt with it. Then, he changed the topic and took the initiative to change the subject.

He caught Mr. Hamabe's attention and said, "By the way, isn't Minami coming back to celebrate the New Year?"

"We are still sleeping together in Tokyo. Although Toho Company also gave her two or three days of vacation, in order to avoid Mipo traveling back and forth, we let her stay in Tokyo."

Although he was happy for his daughter Minami's smooth advancement in the competition, Mr. Hamabe inevitably became depressed when talking about not being able to let Minami go home for the New Year. In fact, Mr. Hamabe also thought about taking his daughter home.

Celebrate the New Year, and then send Minami back to Tokyo.

But considering that time was tight and the round-trip fare was expensive, the combination of these two factors made him subconsciously give up the idea of ​​taking Minami home. Instead of going back and forth and spending money, it would be better to let Minami stay in Tokyo.

Over there.

"Well, if Minami stays there, can she get used to it?"

As for Mr. Hamabe's decision, Nakamura Masahiro didn't know whether it was right. A teenage girl, living in a prosperous big city far away from her hometown, without the company of her relatives, was left to spend the New Year alone, which made her feel a little desolate just thinking about it.<

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"It's not a big problem. When she participated in the competition, she also met some friends. When they stayed together, they all lived together."

Although Mr. Nakabe's decision was not very friendly to the little girl Minami, Mr. Hamabe who made this decision had obviously thought about it. Turning the steering wheel and driving the car onto another road, Mr. Hamabe said to Nakamura Masahiro that he

He thought about it: "Many children won't go home for the New Year, so Minami can stay with them."

Well, Masahiro Nakamura has nothing to say. Although he doesn’t quite agree with Mr. Hamato’s decision, he can understand his helplessness. For ordinary people, traveling back and forth from Tokyo is not only a waste of energy and time, but also quite expensive.

Money.

As far as Masahiro Nakamura knows, Mr. Hamato is just an ordinary employee, and his income is estimated to be average. Most families often plan where each expenditure will go. If additional expenditures are added, it will cause

Economic tension.

The wheels turned rapidly, and the scenery outside the window flashed by. After a few minutes, the car successfully arrived at Kanashi Nishi 3-chome, and then stopped steadily on the roadside downstairs. After thanking him, Nakamura Masahiro quickly

He opened the car door and got out of the car.

"Nakamura-san...."

Stretching his head out of the car window, Mr. Hamato stopped Nakamura Masahiro who was about to go upstairs. He smiled at him and said with blessings: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Mr. Hamabe."

After being stunned for a moment, Nakamura Masahiro finally realized that he seemed to have not said New Year greetings to Mr. Hamabe. A trace of embarrassment surged in his heart, and Nakamura Masahiro forced a smile on his face and responded in the same way.

:"Good job."

The stationary wheels began to rotate, rolling over the flat road and driving away from near to far. The car silhouette quickly disappeared from Nakamura Masahiro's field of vision. Subconsciously, Nakamura Masahiro breathed a sigh of relief, and Nakamura Masahiro turned around angrily.

Floor.

Walking to the door, Nakamura Masahiro skillfully took out the door key, glanced at it casually, and opened the door. In an instant, bright lights surged out, like a huge wave.

The whole person of Masahiro Nakamura was enveloped in it.

Hey, who is at home? I remember there must be no one at home. Could it be that my father is back? It doesn’t seem right. Isn’t he busy with the Taiwanese celebration drama on TBS TV station?

The doubts rising in his heart gradually spread, and various speculations and thoughts clashed with each other, and soon occupied Masahiro Nakamura's mind. He stepped into the entrance hall, changed his shoes, and looked around the room curiously.
Unfortunately, the idea of ​​​​exploration was in vain, and Nakamura Masahiro did not gain anything. After changing his shoes, Nakamura Masahiro stepped into the living room, and saw the little girl sleeping on the sofa at a glance, it was his sister Mihui.

Didn’t Mei Hui go to Tokyo with her mother? Why did she suddenly come back?

Many questions flashed through his mind, and Nakamura Masahiro felt a little inexplicable. He walked to the sofa, slowly bent down, and looked at Mihui pouting her mouth while sleeping, and smiled involuntarily.<

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"Onii-chan?"

Probably feeling the gaze of Nakamura Masahiro, Meihui turned around and raised her little hand to rub her eyes. Then, the little girl opened her eyes in a daze, and she saw Nakamura Masahiro very close at hand.<

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"You're back, Onii-chan..."

After being slightly dazed for two seconds, Meihui's face quickly turned into an expression of surprise, and the face change was completed instantly like magic, as if the person who was confused just now was not her. Her soft little hands were propped up on the sofa, and the little girl

He sat up and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm so hungry. Go cook quickly."

As she spoke, Meihui reached out and touched her belly. Coincidentally, probably understanding her hint, her belly also made a cooperating gurgling sound, seemingly expressing that she was hungry.<

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Nakamura Masahiro's head was suddenly covered with black lines, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him. His original joy for seeing Mei Hui suddenly dropped a lot. He looked at the little girl and saw that she was pretending to be pitiful.

With a pensive look, Nakamura Masahiro could only helplessly shake his head, turned around and entered the kitchen.

Since he doesn't eat much at home, Nakamura Masahiro hasn't purchased any ingredients recently, so when he opened the refrigerator, although it wasn't completely empty, there was basically nothing there. The only things that were barely noticeable were probably the few in the corner.

Just an egg.

Pursing his lips, Nakamura Masahiro reached for two eggs and closed the door. Then, he washed the rice and poured it into the rice cooker. While the rice was cooking, Nakamura Masahiro was busy heating the oil in the pot.<

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With a banging sound, when the intact egg shell touched a hard object, a long and narrow crack suddenly appeared at the bottom. The fingers holding the egg were a little harder, and the yolk wrapped in egg white was exposed.

It slipped out from the gap in the eggshell, and fell directly into the pot as if demonstrating free fall.

The blazing flames were burning, and the posture of baring teeth and claws was very scary, licking the bottom of the iron pot wantonly. Being burned by the scorching high temperature, the temperature in the pot had already risen sharply, and when the eggs slid into the pot with a squeak,

Sometimes, the sizzling sound is like someone pulling the zipper back and forth.

After a while, the originally liquid egg white and egg yolk quickly condensed into a solid state amidst the noisy sound and turned into an omelette. Holding the spatula with your right hand a little harder, the complete omelette was very

It quickly broke into pieces of different sizes.

After extinguishing the flame and waiting for about ten minutes, the indicator light of the rice cooker changed, indicating that the rice was ready. After the rice cooled down a little, Nakamura Masahiro added the rice to the pot with the fried eggs, and added it to the pot.

Under the roasting of blue flames, it was stir-fried.

Although he is not a professional senior chef, Masahiro Nakamura's cooking skills are not low. As the heat rises from the pot, the alluring fragrance continues to spread, and soon takes over the small space in the kitchen.
"It smells so good, Oni-chan."

A voice of surprise sounded from behind, and Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously turned his head and glanced, it was the little girl Mihui. I don’t know when she came over, but she was just standing there, sniffing and looking very cute.<

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"Go wash your hands first, and you can eat later."

He wanted to complain that Mihui walked like a ghost and appeared behind her without making any sound, but considering that it would be useless and would also arouse the dissatisfaction of the little girl, Nakamura Masahiro suppressed his intention to complain and spoke.

I gave some instructions to Meihui.

"Okay, Onii-chan."

Responding with a smile, Mihui rushed to the kitchen sink, stood on tiptoes and turned on the faucet, then put her white and tender hands under the water to wash them. While washing her hands, she asked Nakamura Masahiro: "Onii-chan

, Where are you going to play during the Chinese New Year?"

"For the Chinese New Year, there seems to be no place to go."

The hands that were stir-frying couldn't help but stagnate. Nakamura Masahiro thought for a while, and it seemed that there was no place to go. So, he resumed the stir-fry action, and he casually replied: "Probably, sleep at home."

"Ah? Sleeping at home?"

Meihui finished washing her hands and was wiping them with a towel. When she heard Nakamura Masahiro's words, her joyful expression suddenly fell. She pursed her lips and said, "I finally came back, won't you play with me?"

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