Chapter 442: Little Ancestor

At the other end of the same time, Masayoshi Kishimoto was on the verge of breaking down. He was at Natsui Makoto’s place, but he encountered his pair of children who were crying regardless.

Natsui Makoto was holding her daughter with both arms across her body, while Kishimoto Masayoshi was holding his son with both arms across his body. This was the first time he had encountered such an annoying matter.

“Two little ancestors, please stop crying!” Masayoshi Kishimoto said with a frown on his face.

Natsui Makoto suddenly couldn’t help but giggle and said, “You realize how difficult it is for me, right?”

“I was wrong, I was really wrong. If I had known that the two of them would be like this, I shouldn’t have come over.” Masayoshi Kishimoto wasn’t fixed dead set on having to come over here at noon Monday through Friday.

He could naturally come whenever he wanted to. The original impetus that drove him to come every time was the desire to see his sons and daughters and have some fun with them.

“You dead heartless bastard.” Natsui Makoto snapped.

“I’m really not professional enough, what do you want me to do?” Masayoshi Kishimoto felt that he was really at his wits’ end and said.

“Not professional enough, then you learn to be professional. People aren’t born knowing everything. Could it be that I have experience in this one area? It’s not the first time I’ve been a mom, and I’m just feeling my way through everything.

Theory is theory, practice is practice. Sometimes, instead of guiding practice, theory can help and mislead you.” Natsui Makoto said with some deep appreciation.

Masayoshi Kishimoto looked down at his son who was still crying in his arms and said, “Is he hungry?”

“Nonsense, I just breastfed him an hour ago.” Natsui Makoto retorted.

“Then did he poop? Or, peed?” Masaru Kishimoto said as he once again offered his guess.

“Then check for yourself!” Natsui Makoto said with a smile or not.

Masayoshi Kishimoto placed his son inside his crib and began to perform an inspection himself. His greatest personal experience was that without being a parent himself, it would be difficult to realize how hard it was for parents to raise an individual in the past.

Kishimoto justice after a check, did not find any abnormalities, said: “Then why is he still crying?”

“Then you should ask your son, why are you still crying?” Natsui Makoto chuckled.

“If only he understood what I was saying.” Masayoshi Kishimoto sighed.

“Even if he understands what you’re saying, he wouldn’t be able to answer you! Or rather, you can’t understand what he’s saying.” Natsui Makoto said with an unchanging smile.

Masayoshi Kishimoto redressed his son and once again picked him up horizontally saying, “Then why do you think he’s always crying?”

“Nine times out of ten it’s because he’s in a bad mood and is having a little meltdown.” Natsui Makoto really wasn’t all joking about it and said.

“What little mood does he have to be in? When his son is in a foul mood, his daughter follows suit?” Masayoshi Kishimoto was not able to understand and said.

“There are times when two little ones are like that! They’re having a climbing competition.” Natsui Makoto said seriously.

Masayoshi Kishimoto was completely speechless. He had finally learned the privileges of babies. They could be completely irrational. Not only that, they had to be coaxed.

I don’t know how many hours passed, but the two little ones finally subsided. They were sort of tired of tossing and turning and fell asleep.

Only then did Masayoshi Kishimoto and Makoto Natsui put them back into their own cribs. With a sense of relief, he turned around and walked over to the couch in the living room and fell onto it.

Natsui Makoto closed the door to the baby’s room, smilingly walked over to him and sat down beside him, saying, “What, can’t take it anymore?”

“It’s really too torturous. No wonder young people nowadays don’t want children even if they are married.” Kishimoto Masayoshi said with emotion in his heart.

“Are you regretting this?” Natsui Makoto asked.

“No regrets. It’s torturous, but it’s painful and joyful. They really are extremely enjoyable when it comes to bringing me pleasure.” Justice Kishimoto certainly knew what it meant to have two sides to everything Dao.

“You’ve worked hard, so let the slave girl give you a massage.” Natsui Makoto leaned down towards the bottom and placed her hands on top of his shoulders and began to gently knead them, saying.

“Harder, too light.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said calmly as he slowly closed his eyes.

Natsui Makoto obeyed his command, and it was only then that she increased the force on her hands and said, “Tonight, do you go back, or do you stay?”

“Do you want me to stay, or go back?” Masayoshi Kishimoto asked rhetorically.

“Then you’d better go back! In case these two little ones make a mess inside the middle of the night is will affect your work tomorrow.” Natsui Makoto hesitated for a moment before making a rational choice.

“You’re still the most understanding.” Masayoshi Kishimoto complimented.

“I know that you’re likewise quite hard. My hard work is on top of bringing up children, while your hard work is on top of earning money. If it wasn’t for your hard work outside, there wouldn’t be a privileged life for me and my children.”

Natsui Makoto naturally understands the mental stress that comes from having no money. This kind of mental suffering has a great deal of negative impact on a person.

One can also become inferior. Otherwise, it was the other extreme of irritability, covered in thorns wrapping around one’s fragile and sensitive heart.

“The traditional division of labor in the family between the man and the woman has both disadvantages and advantages. Under Japan’s patriarchal society, women breadwinners are, after all, a minority.

First of all, they have strong hearts and don’t care what men and their kind think of individuals. Or they are just women.

Secondly, the individual is capable of excellence. Finally, there must be a man behind her who understands her and is willing to be the family cook. Such men are not necessarily soft eaters.

They also need a strong heart. This is too concerned about the world’s view, that is bound to not last long, will only be contradictory.

The good thing about modern society is that there is diversity. Everyone can have their own different life and work choices, and it’s not necessary to keep the same pace as in the past.

The inclusiveness of Tokyo, a cosmopolitan city, is enhanced. Still, that’s a big premise, but you have to make sure you can live first.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said slowly.

Natsui Makoto turned her hands downward and began to knead his back. A smile blossomed on her face as she said, “In my opinion, your greatest strength is your extremely strong compatibility.

No matter what people are useful in your eyes, they won’t be useless. The thoughts of any person have their own reasoning and are not directly and summarily dismissed by you.”

“Every person who comes above this world is inherently differentiated. Differences in natural intelligence, physical strength and energy ……

Different personal standpoints, different classes, different experiences, different levels of education, and so on, all affect the way people see things differently. Absolutely correct views simply do not exist.” Justice Kishimoto summarized.