MTL - The Sufferer is My Wife-Chapter 39

"I'm not joking. If I'm not mistaken, this tofu is Dadi brand tofu, right?"

Takeo Saeki tapped the side of the bowl of Mapo Tofu. Dadi brand tofu has a better taste than other tofu, and it is not easy to break when sandwiched. It is Takeo Saeki's favorite taste.

Takeo Saeki picked up the tempeh in the mapo tofu again.

"Is this fermented soya bean authentic imported fermented soya bean? Domestic fermented soya bean doesn't have such a fragrant taste."

Jia coconut bowed his head a little embarrassed.

"I asked the chef of that Chinese restaurant before, and he said that this brand of tempeh is the most fragrant."

In order to give her husband a warm dinner, Kayako has done many tests, from tofu to various materials, and even how to fry peppercorns to make it more fragrant, but the real Takeo Saeki doesn't care.

Takeo Saeki also understands this point. After all, if he can’t taste the authentic soy sauce flavor of his motherland, it will be a waste of Zhou Heng’s identity as a native of the motherland for more than 30 years.

Takeo Saeki grinned.

"Hey, that's why I said that I can eat Kayako, and your concern for me is not fake."

Jiaye lowered his head shyly, and intertwined his hands in front of his lower abdomen.

Just relying on his husband's words, Kayako felt that all his hard work and sweat in the past were worth it.

Kayako's wish as a wife is actually very small, as long as her husband likes her, can be with her, and can affirm her value is enough.

For this wish, Kayako has been working hard and giving.

If there is any problem at home, or any conflict between husband and wife, Kayako will think it is his fault, and he will make corrections if he has done something wrong.

My husband is absolutely right. If your husband has problems, refer to the previous sentence.

It was also due to this kind of pure dedication and self-blame that Kayako was still torn to pieces by the furious Saiki Takeo.

At the moment of death, Kayako, who had always blamed herself for her mistakes, suddenly realized that it was not her who was wrong, but her husband.

It's a pity that this epiphany came too late, so that Kayako's decades of negative emotions brewed an unparalleled hatred, and Kayako became the most terrifying evil spirit.

Takeo Saeki quickly finished the rice in the bowl.

At this time, Kayako came out of his happy mood and was ready to eat.

Takeo Saeki spoke suddenly.

"Ga Coconut, do you remember? When we had no money, the two of us ate a mapo tofu together?"

Jiaye was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

I don’t know if it’s cheap or not. When people are poor, they always think about what will happen to them if they are prosperous. How about it? You have to buy two bowls of soy milk, and drink one bowl and pour another bowl.

But when I really have money, I feel that drinking a bowl of soy milk is not good. I recall those delicious and scary fast food when I was poor.

The same is true for Gayako, with the reminder of Takeo Saeki, Kayako remembered that more than ten years ago, because she and Takeo Saeki didn't have much money, they could only go to a Chinese restaurant, and the two of them ordered a mapo tofu for dinner.

At that time, I didn't think that the mapo tofu was so delicious, but now that I think about it, I feel that this mapo tofu is so delicious.

Takeo Saeki smiled.

"I still remember how I hypnotized you, Kayako. I said that our place is not a small street shop, but the Kyoto Hotel."

Kayako laughed out loud.

"Ah, you also asked the shopkeeper to switch the TV to the music station and play piano music. Pfft, a street shop plays elegant piano music."

Takeo Saeki continued.

"I also said that tofu is not tofu, but creme brulee, which is a pre-dinner dessert. The minced beef in it is not minced beef, but top-quality wagyu beef. Even the rice is not rice, but paella."

Gayako joked.

"You just took the kelp from the free kelp soup in the store and put it in a bowl, and you told me it was paella."

Takeo Saeki was not convinced.

"Just tell me if it smells like seafood!"

Kayako nodded.

"It does taste like seafood."

I don’t know if it’s because of the extra points for the memory, but Kayako always felt that the taste of the seafood soup bibimbap given for free at that time was even more seafood-like than the full seafood soup cooked by himself now.

Takeo Saeki stood up.

"Gakoko, close your eyes."

"Eh?"

Kayako looked puzzled, and Takeo Saeki blinked.

"I want to give you a surprise, Kayako, trust me once?"

Gakoko obediently closed his eyes.

The sound of Takeo Saeki's footsteps moved away from Kayako, followed by the sound of going up the stairs.

After a while, the sound of footsteps coming down from the second floor changed from light to heavy, and they came to Kayako's side.

Gayako heard what her husband had put on the table in front of her, and left with the plate.

Kayako is full of confusion.

What does Takeo Saeki want to do?

Another minute or so later, Kayako heard the sound of a dinner plate being put down in front of him, and then his eyes dimmed.

Hot knowledge, even if you close your eyes, you can still perceive the changes in light and dark, otherwise there would be no such thing as a blindfold.

"Ma'am...you can open your eyes now."

Saiki Takeo's voice came out.

Kayako opened his eyes, and what imprinted in his eyes was the restaurant that had been turned down to a dim level.

"Welcome to the Tokyo Grand Hotel."

The voice of Takeo Saeki made Kayako turn his head to the left. Unlike the shirt and pants he was wearing just now, Takeo Saeki was wearing a decent suit and holding a fist-sized Bluetooth speaker in his hand. When Kayako turned his head, the Bluetooth speaker played elegant piano music.

The music is "Dream Wedding" by Richard Clayderman, Prince of Music in France, and it was also the music played in the Chinese restaurant back then.

Takeo Saeki picked up a bottle of Coke, hugged the mouth of the bottle with a white towel, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into the goblet in front of Kayako.

When pouring, he also turned the Pepsi logo in front of Jiaye, so that Jiaye could see clearly what brand of cola it was.

Jia coconut lowered his head in astonishment. At this time, the dish in front of Jia coconut was no longer the previous big bowl of food, but a white plate. In the center of the plate was rice the size of half a fist, and on the side was mapo tofu composed of seven pieces of tofu, and a few uncooked broccoli flowers on the side.

There are so few, it seems to be a bit of a western style.

Takeo Saeki finished pouring the wine, raised his hand and said.

"Madam, I hope you enjoyed your meal."

Kayako chuckled.

Bands are replaced with Bluetooth speakers, red wine is replaced with Coke, and high-end restaurants are replaced with their own restaurants. Even if replacements are very common now, these tricks that my husband has done are too beggar's version, right?

but…

Kayako picked up the spoon, scooped up the rice and a piece of Mapo Tofu, and put it into his mouth together.

While chewing carefully, cooperate with Richard Clayderman's "Dream Wedding".

After a distance of more than ten years, Kayako seems to have returned to the past.

That poor but contented youth.

Chapter 61: The Car

next morning.

Takeo Saeki got up from the bed with a yawn, probably because he was getting out of bed too much, Kayako, who was naked on the bed, turned over and continued to sleep.

The sound of even breathing continued to come from Kayako's nasal cavity. It was obviously a wife, but the sound she made was quite delicate.

Takeo Saeki felt a little proud.

I don't know if it's because of his natural talent or some kind of natural treasures he ate when he was young, but Takeo Saeki's ability in that area is quite strong, and he tossed Kayako all night yesterday.

Otherwise, with Kayako's virtuous wife's temperament, she would get up earlier than Takeo Saeki to make breakfast in the morning, instead of lying in bed too tired to get up.

If you can't get up, you can't get up. Takeo Saeki went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on new clothes and went downstairs, drove to a nearby izakaya, had breakfast, and then drove to the company.

The company was very quiet in the early morning. After turning on the computer, Takeo Saeki had nothing to do. He watched a few videos and then went to the pantry to pour a cup of coffee to spend the morning. However, when he walked to the French windows in the office area, Takeo Saeki saw a strange black horse SUV driving to the parking lot of his company.

Takeo Saeki, who was holding a coffee cup, turned around the body of the black carriage curiously a few times.

Which big customer is this from your company?

Recently, my company's business has been doing well. Apart from a big project, there are also new big customers who have made connections?

A figure stopped beside Takeo Saeki, and Takeo Saeki glanced at the people around him and asked.

"Xiao Jin, did you come so early?"

The person next to him is Sato Kojin, who has always had a good relationship with Saeki Takeo in the company.

The muscles on Sato Kojin's face twisted, showing a wonderful expression that could not be called a smile, nor was it crying.

"After all, I'm going to see a play. If you don't come sooner, you won't be able to see the play?"

Takeo Saeki swallowed the coffee in his mouth and asked suspiciously.

"Watching a play?"

Sato Xiaojin nodded his chin towards the parking lot outside the French window.

"See that black horse SUV?"

Saiki Takeo was surprised.

"I see, is there a picky client coming?"

As a former project manager/constructor/chief construction engineer, Takeo Saeki knows very well that Party A is a difficult plant. In addition to harassing you 24 hours a day, they will also put forward "square circle", "colorful black", "small but big at the same time" and other messy logical demands.

It is difficult for normal people to satisfy the unrestrained imagination of Party A. For this reason, talents with high artistic accomplishment and artistic talent have become the mainstay of the design industry.

Several gold medal designers in New Era Decoration Co., Ltd. specially meet the wonderful requirements of Party A.

Of course, being satisfied is one thing, and being able to watch the fun is another thing, after all, everyone likes to watch strange things.

Sato Xiaojin shook his head jokingly.

When the colleague shook his head, the black horse SUV below also parked, the door opened, and Natsume Taku, who was dressed in serious and serious clothes, got out of the car.

Takeo Saeki was taken aback.

Sato Xiaojin next to him couldn't hold back his joy, laughed out loud, and said.

"This car was not borrowed by Natsume Taku, or a customer's car, but that guy Natsume Taku bought it."

Takeo Saeki was stunned and said in surprise.

"How long has it been? Is Natsume Taku so arrogant?"

The neon country is a class society, and the distribution of classes ranges from the government to private enterprises. In the new era decoration company, one of the manifestations of class is the price of transportation tools.

An ordinary designer like Taku Natsume can drive a car worth 5 million yuan, and a senior designer like Takeo Saeki can drive 10 million yuan, and the gold medal designer above, or the head of the department, the minister is between 10 million and 15 million yuan, and the car of the president is only 25 million yuan.

And the black horse SUV that Natsume Takumi is now driving is priced at 13.5 million yen.

It can be regarded as the price of the manager of Takeo Saeki, and even the car of the general manager.

Coupled with Natsume Takumi's previous move to change the tile supplier, this is simply a punch in the face of Saeki Takeo and higher status company managers.

"Anyway, we have to completely stand on the opposite side. Is there a difference between offending once and offending twice?"

Sato Xiaojin was beaming with joy.

"Oh, God, I just think about the expressions those managers will show when they know what kind of car Natsume Taku drove here today, and I feel very refreshed."

Again, it is the instinct of the Neon people, the kind that is engraved into the DNA, so even if Sato Xiaojin doesn't like Natsume Taku, he will feel happy thinking that his boss can be disgusted by Natsume Taku.

Takeo Saeki shook his head.

"Xiao Jin, you are really afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

Sato Xiaojin smiled and walked away.