Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 91 The Newlywed House Filled with Laughter

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The source material has not increased, including [Daily Love - Meet Ai, Miyako Yaeko].

Do everyday romantic relationships not require shared bathing or unexpected encounters?

Aoyama Ryo guessed that it might be because he instinctively didn't want to write what happened tonight into his novel.

Even if he remained anonymous, he would still show his novels to the Ono sisters as soon as possible.

Then it also needs to be shown to Aya and Yaeko Miyase.

Let's focus on figuring out how to grow vegetables.

One of the advantages of living in central Tokyo is that items purchased from Amazon usually arrive the next day, and if you order early, they may even arrive on the same day.

The best time to plant vegetables is either a year ago or now!

Aoyama Ryo did not use the system; he simply flipped through the chapter on 'Choosing Soil' on his own.

Soon after, the Ono sisters came out of the bathroom, wearing old pajamas—they had bought new pajamas but hadn't washed them yet.

Mika Ono walked over while drying her hair.

Compared to her slender figure, her breasts were breathtakingly large.

Ono Mizuki is as delicate and sweet as a doll, and she exudes a wonderful fragrance.

The two took pudding from the refrigerator.

"Riri, do you want some?" Mika Ono asked softly.

"He said he didn't want it, but I'll reluctantly get rid of it for him," Ono Mizuki said excitedly.

"Eat whatever you want," Aoyama Risa said with a smile, her gaze never leaving the book.

"Tch~, boring." Although she said that, Ono Mizuki was keeping an eye on him out of the corner of her eye.

He flipped through the book with a relaxed posture, his hands were large with long fingers, his bangs were slightly damp, and he smiled casually.

Very charming.

It's hard to reconcile him with the guy who threatened to fart in the bathroom.

Mizuki Ono didn't eat Osamu Aoyama's pudding.

The three of them sat at the expensive, brand-new dining table, eating the pudding they had bought together that evening.

They had just finished showering in the big, spacious, and well-equipped bathroom.

Mizuki Ono suddenly laughed.

Mika Ono couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Aoyama Risa looked up, holding a pudding in her left hand and a spoon in her right, and asked with a smile.

Ono Mizuki didn't answer, but just happily hummed a song.

Ono Mika scooped up a spoonful of pudding and happily put it in her mouth.

Aoyama Risa chuckled and lowered his head to continue reading the chapter 'Understanding Fertilizer'.

After finishing their pudding and brushing their teeth, the three of them went to the memorial tablets of their two mothers, knelt on the prayer mats, lit candles, and clasped their hands together for a long time.

Aoyama Risa was the first to open her eyes, looking at her mother from this life, and Ono's mother.

Both women were undeniably beautiful, and their beauty, compared to their tragic fates, was enough to make one say that 'beauty is often short-lived'.

Ono's mother was optimistic and cheerful; she was smiling even in her memorial photo, as carefree as a child.

Aoyama's mother is quiet and gentle; just by looking at her face and shoulders, you can tell she is an elegant woman.

The two mothers seemed to be looking at Aoyama Osamu and smiling at him.

I will take good care of myself and this family. Mom, Auntie, and my former parents—I hope you all take good care of yourselves too.

Although they have moved into their new house in Akasaka, Minato Ward, Tokyo, the matter is far from over.

The house was not officially owned by him, and his housing problem was not completely resolved.

My savings aren't enough, and I lack financial freedom.

As Aoyama Osamu walked back to his room with "My Vegetable Garden" in his hand, he made plans.

In addition, there are many other things that humans need.

Health, achievements, social life, love, family, daily entertainment, various trips, career, and so on.

He wanted the Ono sisters to have everything.

Aoyama returned to his room at exactly midnight.

He sat down at his desk, opened his notebook, and began typing, intending to finish writing "Detective A" first.

With a notebook, the efficiency is much faster than handwriting.

The entire text of "Detective A" was already in his mind. Even though he didn't use a computer to type much, he could still write 2000 words per hour.

After some time of practice, the speed should increase further. A dimly lit, quiet courtyard, a focused young man late at night, the crisp, somewhat muffled sound of typing on a laptop.

Poetic language continues to be born in this world.

A wonderful world, as real as a dream, descends upon Earth through the words of a young boy, waiting for more people to experience it.

At two o'clock in the morning, Aoyama Ryo left his desk, stretched, and walked back to bed.

Four o'clock in the morning.

He got out of bed, poured himself a glass of warm water in the slightly unfamiliar living room, and went back to his room to continue writing.

The ground lights in the courtyard went out, and the sky slowly brightened.

Yu Guangzhong saw the Ono sisters in the courtyard, feeding the fish by the pond.

dong dong~
There was a knock on the door.

Aoyama Ryo picked up his phone, got up, and opened the door.

"Dinner's ready," said Mika Ono.

"coming."

Aoyama Risa sat down in the living room, put down his phone, and rubbed his fingers together to stretch his finger fascia.

Ono Mizuki makes breakfast, Ono Mika helps serve the dishes, while Aoyama Risa sits without moving.

Since coming to Japan, he has developed a bit of a "master" attitude.

"Let's eat!" Ono Mizuki took off her apron.

"This is the first time I've had such a fresh and hearty breakfast!" Aoyama exclaimed, looking at today's breakfast.

But his frugal nature still led him to ask, "What about the leftover sushi from last night? Why didn't you finish it?"

Two servings of sushi were far too much for the three of them to finish; one serving was still untouched.

“That was for entertaining my wife’s senior classmates this afternoon!” Ono Mizuki said.

“They’re so lucky,” said Aoyama Rido. “I plan to write the whole ‘Detective A’ series in one go. Don’t call me when they come. Of course, if you need anything, just come to me directly.”

"Yes, remember to rest," Mika Ono reminded her.

Aoyama smiled at her.

After having breakfast, which included rice, fish, and side dishes, Aoyama returned to his room and continued writing.

Take a ten-minute break every two hours, stroll around the yard, and look for a vegetable patch.

Remove the pebbles, pour in the purchased potting soil, and leave the rest to the system.

Before he knew it, it was noon. He went out for lunch and then returned to his room to continue writing.

In the afternoon, as he was diligently typing, the young girls visiting the courtyard lined up and stared at him for a while, as if admiring animals through the glass.

"Will we startle him when he turns around?" Drummer Mengshi laughed.

"What did he write?" F. Rino leaned hard against the glass, but her chest wouldn't allow her to get too close.

"Guess how many pornographic films are on my junior's computer?"

"Sakurako, don't talk about your brother's private matters in front of your sisters."

How much longer are we going to stand here?

"Never looking back."

"You didn't do it on purpose?"

Aoyama Riki was like an animal that couldn't be bothered with tourists and just wanted to take a nap, so the girls had no choice but to leave.

During his break, he folded his hands behind his head and leaned back lazily in his swivel chair, faintly hearing the laughter of the girls outside.

"The tea is so bitter!" "The sushi is so delicious!" "The snacks are great too!"

Women's party.

But you guys must be here to practice, right?
Aoyama got up, stretched his body in front of the window, adjusted his askew pants, and prepared to spend the first day of Golden Week leisurely.

Just then, Ono Mika led Mikami Ai in from outside the courtyard.

She wore a blue striped shirt, a denim jacket, and jeans, her shiny black hair was pulled back, and she carried a shoulder bag.

She was simply dressed, had a charming demeanor, and possessed stunningly beautiful features.

She exudes a captivating charm, and her every gesture reveals an elegant demeanor.

Meanwhile, Aoyama Rika was wearing sportswear, his legs slightly apart, pulling at his crotch to adjust the position of his pants.

When she saw him greet her, she lowered her head and smiled slightly.

Aoyama Risa stood up straight and then drew the curtains.

(End of this chapter)