Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 772 - 462 The Rules of the Love Game

Hanamaru Hanabi looked adorably stunned for a few seconds, then repeated in a small, thin voice:

"Find... find back the love and youth battle?"

Hanamaru Hanabi repeated it in her heart, pulled the chubby cat Keke that was about to slip down back into her arms, and laughed, "Sakura-kun, what a cute thing to say, did you think of a new game?"

Uesugi Sakura smiled without replying.

Hanamaru Hanabi urged, "Tell me, Sakura-kun."

"No rush," Uesugi Sakura shook his head and said, "I’ll tell you when we get home."

"We have to wait until we get home," Hanamaru Hanabi lowered her gaze, stroking Keke’s head as she said, "Will Sakura-kun also tell me who you were talking to on the phone earlier?"

"Well..." Uesugi Sakura hesitated.

Hanamaru Hanabi looked up again, "No?"

Uesugi Sakura grinned and said, "Life occasionally needs some novelty and surprise. If I tell you everything, it wouldn’t be as fun."

"Surprise? Okay, then I’ll wait to hear Sakura-kun’s explanation at home."

After saying this, Hanamaru Hanabi started teasing Keke’s paws as she turned towards the outdoor terrace of the café.

"Meow~ (Boss, save me.)"

Uesugi Sakura heard it, and he could see a certain chubby cat seeking help from him, but he chose to ignore it selectively.

His gaze was only fixed on Hanamaru Hanabi, maintaining her always even and graceful pace...

Her skirt swayed lightly, her steps tapping on the ground with a gentle sound...

Uesugi Sakura rested his right hand on his face, admiring the delicate sight of those slender black-silk legs in motion.

The beautiful legs of his wife... always so stunning...

Maybe... we could start the love game tomorrow?

...

After work, Hanamaru Hanabi, having changed her demeanor, followed alongside Uesugi Sakura. Once he parked his bicycle, they both entered Don Quijote together.

"Sakura-kun... what do you feel like eating today...?"

"Let me think," Uesugi Sakura paused beside the fruit section’s display, as passersby carrying bags constantly walked by, "how about fish-flavored shredded pork?"

"Sakura-kun... do you want to eat fish?"

Hanamaru Hanabi clasped her hands together, gently placing them on her blue dress’s small hem, her voice soft and meek.

Just the voice and her appearance were enough to captivate many people.

"Not fish," Uesugi Sakura explained to his wife, "it’s the name of a dish often seen in Chinese restaurants, made with shredded meat stir-fried with ingredients like wood ear mushrooms, scallions, ginger, and garlic."

"Will... it be very spicy?" Hanamaru Hanabi’s voice hinted at a slight anticipation.

"Spicy, it’s very spicy, you can add as much chili as you like. Hold on, I’ll look up the recipe."

Uesugi Sakura took out his phone, tapping on the search bar, then looked at the recipe that appeared on the screen, "Hmm, the first needed ingredient is shredded radish."

"Shredded radish."

Hanamaru Hanabi stood on her tiptoes, looking around and finding the vegetable section to her right, "Let’s go, Sakura-kun."

As Hanamaru Hanabi instinctively reached out to hold his hand, she noticed he was already walking ahead.

And her hand could only hang suspended in the empty air.

"Yes, let’s go." Uesugi Sakura, not noticing anything, continued forward.

Hanamaru Hanabi, seeing his back from behind, had to withdraw her hand suspended in mid-air and placed it once again in front of her dress.

She followed him over.

They arrived at the vegetable area display together, walking past scallions, ginger, garlic, and potatoes, until they finally saw the carrots on the opposite display.

It’s worth mentioning that scallions, ginger, and garlic in Japan are sold individually, and they’re not cheap.

Uesugi Sakura wondered how they could fill up the display booth with those tiny single cloves of garlic sold individually.

If it weren’t for the nearly daily income of 30,000 yen now, he probably would still be relying on his wife’s small savings to get by.

Uesugi Sakura grabbed a bag beside him, walked over to Hanamaru Hanabi, and looked at the carrots:

"Which one should we pick?"

"Huh? Um... whichever is fine..." Hanamaru Hanabi said with her head slightly lowered and somewhat absent-minded.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t notice, he just continued picking the ingredients needed for the fish-flavored shredded pork with her.

Once everything was ready, they left Don Quijote with the plastic bags.

For two people, one simple dish was enough, especially since there were still eggs and two tomatoes at home.

These two ingredients were more than enough to fry tomato and egg or make an egg soup.

Arriving at the parking lot, Uesugi Sakura found his pink bicycle, placed the vegetables in the front basket, squatted to unlock it, pushed the bike out, and stood before Hanamaru Hanabi, who had been waiting behind.

"Let’s go, let’s go home. After soaking in the hot spring for a while today, it doesn’t feel like a fast day, let’s just let it pass like this."

"Hmm..."

...

On the way, traffic and people kept moving nonstop, and occasionally one could see some high school students in uniforms walking home at this time.

It’s November, and apart from the girls still wearing skirts with bare legs, many people had scarves around their necks.

In December, it’s likely to snow.

I’m somewhat looking forward to that weather.

Uesugi Sakura rode his bicycle, feeling the cool wind blowing against his face.

Hanamaru Hanabi sat sideways behind him, in simple clothes and a plain scarf.

Uesugi Sakura, unprepared, suddenly felt the girl behind him wrap her arms around his waist.

"Hanabi."

Just as Uesugi Sakura called out to the girl behind him, "In the future, maybe we shouldn’t be so close."

"Sakura-kun..."

With these words, Hanamaru Hanabi hugged his waist even tighter, her weak voice now tinged with a sad, pitiful tone.