kingnovel Chapter 1386 Tired of Natto
Chapter 1386 Tired of Natto
Early in the morning, after getting up, Hiroshi picked up the newspaper from the doorway and went inside. When he smelled the kitchen, his expression fell silent: "No way, we're having natto again this morning."
“Yes, we’re having natto omelet rice today. Honey, don’t you like it?” Misae looked at Hiroshi with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"It's not that I don't like natto anymore, it's just that lately I've been eating natto every morning and evening—natto pasta, natto salad, and last night I had natto dumplings and natto spring rolls," Guangzhiyue said. Mingxu, standing beside him, couldn't help but exclaim, "Ugh!"
"..." Misae's expression became increasingly awkward. It was indeed a bit hard for Xiaoxu, as he really didn't like to eat this stuff. Sigh~ So, every time she made it for Xiaoxu, she tried her best not to put natto in it.
Watching Shin-chan mixing natto, preparing to add it to his omelet rice, Mingxu grew increasingly silent. Should he find a chance to let this guy try the soybean paste from Northeast China? Ever since Misae bought a huge amount of natto for a raffle, Mingxu looked at it and fell silent. Once or twice was fine, but so much? He didn't like this stuff...
"Oh. Shin-chan wants to eat that omelet rice today, and you're going to eat it with natto too!" Hiroshi looked at Shin-chan with a somewhat horrified expression.
"Hehe~ White rice with natto is the best! Everyone, watch my performance~" As he spoke, Shin-chan held up natto and started performing in mid-air.
"Ugh~" Mingxu couldn't help but gag again. He felt so uncomfortable. He looked at Meiya with a gloomy gaze. Meiya begged for mercy, pointing at his rice bowl as if it contained something very different.
Looking at the omelet rice in front of him, Mingxu sighed softly, "Isn't there anything lighter I can eat?"
"That's right." Hiroshi nodded in agreement. Looking at Xiaoxu's expression, Hiroshi suddenly felt a little glad that his condition wasn't as serious as Xiaoxu's.
"How about I make you natto ochazuke? It's refreshing and delicious!" Misae said to Hiroshi without hesitation.
Hiroshi waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no."
"Then, natto fried rice."
"Don't don't."
"Natto salad".
"Don't don't."
"Natto Pizza~"
"No, no!!!"
"Well, natto..." Before Misae could finish speaking, Akira couldn't help but vomit again.
Hiroshi finally couldn't take it anymore: "No, no! Natto, it's all natto! Please spare me! Don't we have any other side dishes to eat?" As Hiroshi spoke, he rushed into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and then fell silent.
Mingxu glanced at it, then gagged again: "Mom, I feel, uh... I think it might be a good time for me to move out for a while... uh..."
"No, please." Misae wasn't about to give in so easily, and hurriedly tried to persuade her from the side.
Hiroshi stared blankly at the refrigerator full of natto in front of him: "Why is it all natto?"
“That’s great! Natto is very nutritious,” Misae argued.
"They all have chick logos printed on them..." Hiroshi looked at the labels, somewhat uncertain.
"Oh. This brand of natto is delicious~" Misae argued again.
"Could it be?" Hiroshi closed the refrigerator and looked at the labels on it. Sure enough, they were all the labels from just now.
Mingxu chimed in, "If you collect Natto stickers, you'll have a chance to go to Europe. If you fill a postcard with 10 Natto stickers, you'll have a chance to win a plane ticket for a European holiday trip. Mom, you're doing this for publicity, right?"
"Huh? You want to win a ticket for a trip to Europe!" Hiroshi exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes, the special prize is a family trip to Europe, eight days and seven nights.” Misae nodded immediately.
"So how many have you collected?" Hiroshi counted uncertainly on the refrigerator, then noticed one that looked different: "What's this? An Action Kamen sticker?"
"They'll sponsor us with Action Kamen stickers too~" Shin-chan appeared out of nowhere and said shyly from the side.
Misae, speechless, peeled off the Shin-chan sticker: "Ugh, who asked you to sponsor us?"
"Oh~ Mom, you're so persistent~" Shin-chan started to wriggle again.
Mingxu silently walked to the door: "I'm going out now. I'll go to kindergarten by myself later..." He was going out to buy some other snacks.
"How could soybeans have anything to do with Europe? It's not like Mito Kōmon is traveling to Europe."
"This is such a headache, what should I wear?"
"Please, it's not even close to being a done deal yet."
"What? Maybe I'll win." Misae looked at Hiroshi with dissatisfaction: "Speaking of which, it's almost 8 o'clock now, honey."
"We're doomed!" Hiroshi hurriedly started changing his clothes.
"Oh dear, why are you late again today? You're late every day, why don't you learn your lesson?" Shin-chan immediately mocked Hiroshi.
"You're no different!" Misae urged Shin-chan hurriedly. After Shin-chan finished eating and she took him to kindergarten, Misae finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over.
While out shopping, I unexpectedly ran into a hot mom. The hot mom greeted Misae, saying, "Hey, you're out so early, senior."
"Oh, good morning. That's strange, why did you buy so many bowls of instant noodles at once?" Misae looked at the big bag in the hot mom's hand with a strange expression.
"I had no choice. As long as I collect the stickers on them, I'll have a chance to win a light motorcycle, so I couldn't resist buying so many at the store," the hot mom explained with a smile to Misae.
"Oh, I'm going to pick up a light motorcycle." Misae nodded, realizing that her goal was the same as hers.
"Here, have a bowl, senior." The hot mom smiled and handed Misae a bowl.
"Okay, thank you then. Ah, I think I bought a few bowls of this before." Misae looked at the bowl of noodles in her hand and said uncertainly.
"Really?" The hot mom immediately became excited.
"Oh, by the way, your family doesn't like to eat natto, does it?" Misae asked the hot mom, remembering something.
“Yes.” The two looked at each other and immediately understood. They went to Nohara’s house first, and after giving the hot mom the tags on the bowls they bought, Misae also went out with a big bag of natto. Their goal was the same: Shiro.
When they arrived, Shiro was a little puzzled, but nodded when he heard their question: "You mean instant noodles? I bought a lot."
"Ah, that's great!" The two excitedly went into the house and started rummaging through Shiro's cabinets.
"Excuse me, we'll have to interrupt for a moment."
"Come quick, come quick!"
"Huh? What are you doing?" Shiro looked at them, somewhat confused. Had he taken something from them?
Seeing that the things Shiro bought weren't the brand they wanted, the two girls immediately looked disappointed: "What a pity, these aren't from that manufacturer. From now on, we'll only buy the extra-strong pepper miso flavor, remember that?"
"Oh." Shiro nodded.
Misae then looked at Shiro and asked, "Do you like natto?"
Shiro nodded excitedly: "You mean natto? To be honest, I love natto the most. I just had some this morning. Look, it's natto with the chick logo." Shiro said, pointing to the table excitedly.
"That's right! This is the brand!" Misae's eyes lit up when she saw it.
"Huh?" Shiro was a little confused, then he saw them drop down two bags, which were full of natto and instant noodles.
"Ah. Are you really going to give me so much?" Shiro didn't understand why they were being so nice to him.
"Of course, you should remember to buy the natto with the chick logo if you want to eat it."
"If you're going to eat noodles, make sure you get the extra-strong pepper miso, don't get it wrong," the two kept urging.
Seeing the two large bags on the ground, Shiro immediately patted his chest and assured him, "Leave it to me!"
After receiving Shiro's assurance, the two exchanged a smile and left satisfied.
The day passed quickly.
In his dream, Hiroshi was walking home: "Oh dear, I guess I'll be eating natto again tonight, natto spring rolls, natto steak, hehe~ maybe they'll even make me drink natto beer with natto." Just thinking about that scene made Hiroshi want to complain: "Ugh? That's disgusting."
Shaking his head, Hiroshi returned home and found his house filled with all sorts of slime.