Chapter 389 Whose girl could it be?

Dessert shops in rural towns are simply incomparable to those in Tokyo.

Natsume Naoki stood in the store and looked at the chandeliers on the ceiling, thinking about what those duplex two-story dessert shops in Shinjuku would look like if they were placed in a small rural town in Hokkaido.

Um……

You'll probably lose money, right?

Not all places can accommodate fine decoration shops.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time."

The ordinary-looking but very gentle shop assistant handed the packaged dessert to Natsume Naoki with a smile on her face: "Did you buy it for your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

Natsume Naoki brought his thoughts from the ceiling back to reality and smiled back.

"Your girlfriend will be very happy. Please eat the cake within five hours. If not, please put it in the refrigerator at room temperature to keep it fresh. Welcome to visit next time!"

Watching the clerk's 90-degree bow, he was sure of at least one thing, that it was almost impossible to find someone in Tokyo who was so aloof from the world, making only a dozen cakes a day, and chatting with customers about home cooking in their spare time.

A cozy little shop.

It was as refreshing as driving in an oil painting, and it reminded Natsume Naoki of the Muto grocery store on the banks of the Kanda River.

Fortunately, we are going back to school soon, and the vacation is over successfully. I wonder if she will see some clues when I go to Grandma Muto's place with Mao after I go back?

The relationship between young people has become better, but the old people are always very sensitive.

Especially the old man who is kind and loving to the younger generations!

"I hope the products I make can be as good as the dessert shop that Shinjuku Mao often goes to. It would be even better."

Natsume Naoki looked at the packing bag in his hand and thought to himself.

——

The town is about three kilometers away from the village, and Natsume Naoki can get there in less than half an hour.

Looking at it from a distance, both the welcome banner and the table for lunch have been set up, and they are still quite impressive.

Just walking near the entrance of the village, Natsume Naoki found that the uncles and aunts in the village were gathering around Murata's house and whispering, which reminded him of the underground band concert he encountered when he went to Ikebukuro during his freshman year.

"A businessman who takes bodyguards with him when he goes out must be a famous businessman, right?"

"Maybe he is a real estate boss. My son works in a construction team in Osaka. He said that every time his boss goes out, he has a driver and a group of bodyguards following him. It's quite a breeze!"

"That's great. That kid Naoki really didn't lie to us. He is a big boss."

"Oh! Naoki is back!"

Seeing Natsume Naoki coming over, a group of people stopped talking and looked at him, waving at him: "Are you going out?"

"I went to town to buy some bread and desserts." Natsume Naoki replied, and then asked: "Uncles and aunts are gathered around here, what's going on?"

"Naoki, the big boss you mentioned is here." An uncle from the branch next to him who was related to Natsume's family pointed to the open door of Murata's house: "I've already settled in Murata's house first. I guess we're talking about it."

matter."

"Naoki, tell me where did this big boss make his fortune? Although I don't know cars, he looks impressive!"

As soon as these words came out, the men next to them who knew about cars began to talk a lot. Whether they are poor or rich, cars have an unparalleled attraction for men.

"A Range Rover! A better one costs tens of millions of yen. We can't even afford it in our lifetime."

"Ten million yen?!"

The women's voices were much louder, as if the money had turned into cash and was piled in front of their eyes.

When the men saw the women being so surprised, a sense of pride began to fill the air. The sense of superiority brought by knowledge made them look as if the Range Rover parked at the entrance of the village was their car.

Natsume Naoki's eyes turned to the BMW driven by the head maid. In fact, the customized Mercedes-Benz was much more expensive than the Land Rover that the bodyguards rode in. Unfortunately, few people could see through it.

Seeing that the focus of the discussion at this moment had nothing to do with him, Natsume Naoki quietly slipped back to his home while they were still immersed in the million-dollar luxury car.

After a minute or two, the topic ended, and the men, women, and children gathered around Murata's house to watch the excitement realized that Naoki was gone.

"Where did the child go?"

"It's not like you just bother asking about how rich other people are, and I'm getting annoyed." A man said matter-of-factly: "Young people today especially hate talking about money. My kid always tells him how much someone earns.

If you want money and urge him to find a job, he will look at me with a philistine eye... In short, you can talk to them about records and the Beatles, but you can't talk about why you don't go to work."

"After all, it's still family. Look at the daughter of a big boss. She definitely doesn't have the worries of being a father and a mother like us."

A certain woman answered. She has four children under her knees, ranging from elementary school to university. She is the most worried mother in the village: "Look at this girl, she is beautiful and elegant, she is like a princess sleeping in a high pavilion.

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She turned her eyes to Murata's house. Because the door was open, she could see the situation inside at a glance——

There were many bodyguards standing in the yard, and Amamiya Konma and Murata could not be seen. Perhaps they were discussing things in the room. What was very different from these burly men in suits was Amamiya, who was quietly standing under the tree in the courtyard and looking up at the scenery.

Chizuru.

The furthest places the women in the village have gone to are places like Hakodate. There may be some who want to travel to the south, but most of them will only live around Sapporo their entire lives.

They have never seen such an exquisite female doll.

Chizuru Amemiya just stood there and looked at the bird's nest in the tree. Her dignified and unapproachable temperament had already overwhelmed 99% of the girls in the world.

Her cold face was expressionless, and her long, silky hair was even more exaggerated than the celebrities women saw on TV. Her clothes were fashionable and trendy, but they were just down jackets and trousers of unknown brands.

You can create a sublimated effect just through color and style.

"Girls in big cities are just different."

"Looking at your age, you're only in elementary school, right?"

"What kind of elementary school guy, who judges books by their appearance... Just now I accidentally heard Murata talking to his boss that his daughter is going to college this year!"

"College? I don't really believe she is a college student."

"It's not unusual to be able to go to university now. The key is whether it's a good university... Naoki from our village is a famous university in Tokyo!"

When talking about the pride of the village, both men and women have smiles on their faces.

Natsume Naoki may not even know it, but in the nearly ten years since he was away from the village and away from home, he has almost become the talk of the villagers after dinner.

"That's not what I meant. I don't think it's great to go to college. I just think the girl is too young and doesn't look like a college student."

As expected, the topic of Amamiya Chizuru's figure will be seriously discussed no matter where she goes.

"Do you think the son of the Natsume family is worthy of such a girl?"

Suddenly, a woman who had been silent until now asked.

As soon as her question came out, everyone fell silent.

This woman was well-known in the village for inquiring into trivial matters. It was actually a bit strange that she didn't say a word just now. It turned out that she was thinking about such a practical issue.

It suits her temperament.
Chapter completed!