People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Lin Sen, who was already standing at the stairs, gave her an unpleasant look.

"Who's kidding you? I'm going to the Dragon Tiger House first."

"Well, see you tonight!"

I went straight to my work place while saying goodbye, but was given a can of free drink when I arrived at the izakaya.

"Come on, come on, everyone who comes to the store today will have a share!"

Ryuhuya owner Kawahara Taiga is beaming today. After asking the woman working inside, I learned that several stocks he's bought are all soaring, all closing at their upper limit tonight.

It can be said that it was like Qin Shi Huang chewing peppercorns - he won and became numb.

I bought at the bottom and sold at the high, making a fortune. I felt like I was possessed by the stock god. I was so happy that I even wanted to take the day off and go out for a drink. I had to persuade him with my younger brother who kept his rational mind.

Lin Sen wasn't surprised. He expected scenes like this to repeat themselves over and over again in the coming years. Getting used to it was a good thing.

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I worked hard for a while and didn't pay much attention to the passage of time.

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When I finally had time to take a short break, the night shift worker who had arrived at the kitchen door on time appeared. He was leaning against the door with a can of drink in his hand. When he noticed my gaze, he smiled slightly and raised his hand to say hello.

They exchanged a glance without saying a word. The girl took the dish from Uncle Tiger and rushed out energetically. Lin Sen also lowered his head towards the sink again.

The colors of life are often not always so bright. Most of the time, they are the same gray and white.

Only occasionally can you find a way to embellish it.

The boss was in a good mood today and closed the shop early, so Lin Sen got home earlier than the girl next door.

"cough cough..."

When she heard the sound of coughing and turning over the keys, Lin Sen had already dried his hair that was wet from the shower.

He got up from his chair and walked into the kitchen.

Take the stock from the refrigerator. Cut the pears into pieces and wash the lily bulbs.

Put the prepared ingredients into the pot, add water and turn on high heat. When the hot soup starts to bubble, use a spatula to scrape off the foam on the surface little by little.

Cover the pot again, add a few pieces of rock sugar, and simmer over low heat.

After waiting for twenty minutes, a pot of sweet pear and lily soup is ready.

Serve in a large bowl and place in several small bowls on the table.

After everything was done, Lin Sen strode out of the house and knocked on the door next door.

"coming."

It was the same familiar, lovely face. Her hair was a little damp, and the fatigue on her face had receded somewhat, probably from a shower. But the fatigue was still visible.

Lin Sen turned his head and gestured in the direction of his apartment.

"Have some pear soup."

Ito Xiguo was stunned.

Then, the pet girl waved her hands in a panic.

"I've already had dinner today and I'm full! No need..."

"I don't like pears. If you don't drink it, I'll have to throw it away."

By threatening the fruit farmer with his hard work, he finally tricked the girl, who valued food, into coming home.

He picked up a large spoon and scooped a bowl for her, pushed it towards her, and watched her carefully hold it in front of her with both hands.

"Senior, what is this?"

"Lily and pear soup. It can dispel dryness, moisten the lungs, reduce internal heat, and calm the mind."

"Expel, expel dryness, moisten the lungs, and relieve internal heat?"

The girl was a little dizzy after hearing the Chinese medicine terms in the fourth company, and she almost counted on her fingers like a fool.

"You have a fever and a cough. Drinking this will be good for you. Just know that."

"Um, what is a fever cough?"

Omg.

Why don’t you understand anything?

"It's difficult to explain in detail. Anyway, have you been covering yourself with thick blankets these days?"

"Yes."

He nodded in agreement, but Ito Xiguo was suddenly startled.

The temperature on his face rose, and the little animal shrank inward shyly, staring at him with half-raised eyes.

"How did you know that, Senior?"

"Guessing. Do you wake up in cold sweats every morning?"

"Ah."

"That's right. The weather has been getting hotter recently, and the wind and heat have entered the body, coupled with fatigue, which has caused the cough."

The short-haired girl, completely exposed, felt a little uncomfortable. She kept stirring the pear soup with an iron spoon and tried to argue:

“It’s not that serious actually…”

"Forget it, drink it quickly. It will be bitter if it gets cold. Eat the soup too."

"Oh."

It was a rare moment when he frowned and showed a look of distress. He carefully picked up the pear pieces and lily petals and tentatively put them in his mouth.

Chew.

Then his eyes, which were filled with a hint of pain, suddenly lit up.

"It's okay."

"Ok!"

The girl scooped another spoonful into her mouth and took a big bite with anticipation.

Then, suddenly, I shrank back in pain and nearly spit out what was in my mouth.

After finally swallowing it, she quickly stirred the bowl in front of her, looking for the culprit that was ruining her taste buds, and pointed at it with a wronged look:

"Senior, why is there a core in the pear? It's so disgusting."

"That's good stuff. I saw it was cooked soft and I deliberately left it in and ate it together."

"But it's so bitter."

Why are you like a little child, afraid of hardship?

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Lin Sen propped up his chin.

"Good things taste bitter." He explained in a blunt tone without any emotion, "Just bear with it."

Finally, I was coaxed.

Seeing the girl eating the ingredients in the bowl with a forced expression on her face, and then happily holding it up to drink the sweet soup, Lin Sen was suddenly amused again.

"Why are you laughing, Senior?"

"We have the same habit. When you were in school, did you also like to save the best food for last when you had lunch?"

This description made Ito Nishigo straighten his body as if it resonated with him.

"Oh! Yes!" She looked over at me with surprise, blinking her eyes as if she had found a fellow enthusiast. "I used to like saving the meat like takoyaki in the lunch box for last."

"This way, it won't be so uncomfortable to eat those bitter and dry side dishes, right?"

"Yes!"

It seems like our habits are surprisingly compatible. Maybe that's why we get along so well.

While thinking about it, his hands kept moving and he served another bowl.

"besides?"

"Two bowls. Hurry up, I'm waiting to wash the dishes."

The usually docile girl showed a rare reluctance. But in the end, she still obeyed Lin Sen's orders.

But when she picked up the bowl for the second time, she looked at Lin Sen with a strange look.

"I always feel like today's senior is just like my grandmother."

Good man, you think I’m too long-winded, don’t you?

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Seniors can be less optimistic sometimes."

Lin Sen stretched out his hand as if to hit him on the head, and Ito Xiguo quickly shrank back.

But there was a smirk on his face.

It's just a small fight and not worth mentioning anymore.

When everything calmed down, the girl who was covering her face with the bowl secretly looked at the young man sitting opposite her.

Taking advantage of this break, he also poured himself a bowl of pear soup. He ate it in a relatively unrestrained way, finishing the pear chunks with a few spoonfuls, then holding the bowl in one hand, began to imitate the Wudutou at the foot of Jingyang Ridge.

The positive image under the white light looks so reliable.

I couldn't help but lower my head and murmured to myself:

"No matter what, I still feel like grandma is becoming more and more like her."

But it's not just about the nagging. Besides that feeling of nagging, what I feel more is something else.

"It's the kind of sincerity that family members give to each other."

Really.

My original intention was to use my status as a neighbor to help the suicidal person with care and encouragement.

As a result, I feel more and more like the one being taken care of.

Is it a complaint or a criticism. But in the end, Ito Nishigo tilted his head to himself.

Anyway, it’s not bad.

Chapter 24 The Smiling Boy

After everyone finished two bowls, there was still some soup left.

It is just right to serve it in a new empty bowl.

They looked at each other as if they had telepathy, and then they both made their moves almost at the same time.

Lin Sen pushed the bowl in his hand over, and the girl sitting opposite him immediately fell back and almost hid under the table.

"There's one more bowl."

"Mmmmm! I'm full!"

Ito Xiguo shook his head left and right to refuse, his soft black hair fluttering gently across the sky.

"You can do it. I believe in you."

"Never."

"Wasting food is a bad habit. The pear farmer is crying for the unscrupulous act of wasting the fruit."

"Don't use moral blackmail, senior!"

After several attempts to pull it out to no avail, they had no choice but to gather together and stare blankly at the remaining bowl in front of them.

"So we have to pour it out?"

"So why don't you drink it, Senior?"

"I drank two bowls too. The pear core is too bitter and I don't want to eat it anymore."