Chapter 405
Suzuki Saburo was relieved to get home safely, and to be honest, he had been afraid that there was an assassin waiting to put a wooden barn on his head.
He had indeed betrayed Japan.
He sighed and after a moment’s thought, he asked his servant to inform the kitchen that he would like to have hand rolls made by the lady herself in the evening.
This had been his way of informing his wife that he would be spending the evening with her.
I don’t know which one of them is more strange, this couple, compared to Suzunjun’s couple.
Before dinner time came, Suzuki Saburo could not help but indulge his thoughts in a marvelous comparison.
He had no complaints about his origins, his family, or any of the steps he had taken to get to where he was. He used to resent the fact that he was not the oldest son, and that as the youngest son he would have to leave home to make his own way in the world, never to enter the heart of the family, and never to be the first choice of his parents.
But at the same time, he knew that it was because he was the son of the Suzuki family that he had been educated, clothed, fed, served by servants, and lived in the manor.
The same was true of his wife. Although she was simple-minded and foolish, she had a young, healthy body, beautiful looks, and a heart that was devoted to her husband.
Both he and his wife came from the same class.
It was right that they should be united.
But he could never realize the mutual affection between the husband and wife of Su Chunjun and Yan Ji.
He believed that Suzuki Jiazi loved him and was even willing to give her life. But that was different from the Su Chunjun couple. The love between Su and Yan Ji was like-mindedness. They shared the same ideals and were willing to fight for them.
They love their country, save it, and don’t care about personal gains and losses.
He admired such people.
He used to think that such people were fools, but if a person loved his country but was not a fool, if he was smart and resourceful, cunning and calculating, that would be a headache.
The fact that such a person is even a one-trick pony makes it even more of a headache.
–But because of that, he could trust them to do everything in their power to get rid of China’s enemies.
Suzuki Saburo was determined.
He would find a way to get rid of Yamamoto Kazuo.
His pinky was still vaguely sore.
Even though the pinky wasn’t there anymore, it still hurt.
Since he had betrayed Japan, he couldn’t let someone like Yamamoto Kazuo live again!
Yamamoto Kazuo was equally cunning, insidious, cruel, and ruthless. He was on the verge of death, and he would no longer fear any enemy or be bought off by profit.
If Yamamoto Ichio learned of his betrayal of Japan, he would surely get rid of him.
Yamamoto Kazuo, was his enemy.
He had to get rid of Yamamoto Kazuo before he even realized it!
Suzuki Saburo covered his little finger, he didn’t dare to exert himself, the pain was like a wave, invading his whole body again and again.
Luckily, he had two “Chinese friends”.
Yoshiko Suzuki had a wonderful night.
Her husband ate all the hand rolls she made, and he repeatedly praised her hand rolls for their “taste of home”.
Her husband’s bleeding hand was so painful to her that she had to change his bedclothes and warm his bed – literally, after she had put him to bed, she waited outside the screen until morning.
She was the one whom her husband trusted the most, and when he was suffering from pain, when he had a fever, she was the one who kept watch beside him all night long, wiping his sweat, feeding him water, and bringing him medicine.
Yoshiko Suzuki went back to making breakfast after a hard night’s work, making porridge for her husband with her own hands.
She was truly a good and virtuous wife.
After a few days of hard work, Yoshiko Suzuki rightfully became haggard.
The haggard Mrs. Suzuki, complacent, hosted a tea party, where she inadvertently revealed that her haggard appearance was due to the fact that she had been working day and night, taking care of her husband herself.
The Japanese women at the tea party sighed with envy.
This made Zhu Yuyan, who was sitting among them, very uncomfortable.
She always felt that the Japanese women were moved by a very strange point.
Taking care of their husbands day and night could actually be a proof of a good relationship between husband and wife?
–Couldn’t the Suzuki family afford a nurse or nurse? Shouldn’t they at least have a maid?
This proves that Mr. Suzuki loves Mrs. Suzuki very much.
–I love you, so I desperately make you?
Zhu Yuyan: “……”
The circle of Japanese women in front of her were all in genuine envy, and Suzuki Yoshiko was really proud to show off with it.
“I hope that in the future I can be as in love with my husband as Mr. and Mrs. Suzuki are.” A Japanese woman said sincerely.
Suzuki Yoshiko tenderly said, “Definitely.”
She turned her head to look at Zhu Yuyan, “Look at me, I’ve forgotten, I can’t believe I’m so shameless in front of Yanji, don’t laugh at me. I know you and Mr. Su must be so in love as well, in front of you couple, Sanlang and I still have a lot to learn.”
Zhu Yuyan understood that Suzuki Yoshiko was again and again trying to find superiority from her.
Of the women who had come along to the tea party today, she was not the only one who was married, there were many other married women, most of them Japanese, and it was in that regard that they should have more in common.
But Yoshiko Suzuki just wanted to compare herself to her.
She wasn’t too keen on comparing her to how to serve her husband, how to be happy on her knees.
Zhu Yuyan took a deep breath, shook her head heavily, and said, “No, no, no, in this regard, I am far inferior to you, Yoshiko.”
Suzuki Jiazi hurriedly said, “Don’t say that, you will definitely take good care of Mr. Su as well, right? Tell us, don’t hide it.”
Zhu Yuyan still shook her head, “You know more than me. You know how to make hand rolls, but I only know how to boil eggs, and I don’t even know how to make coffee.”
A Japanese woman was curious and asked her, “Don’t Chinese women learn how to cook before they get married?”
Zhu Yuyan smiled and said, “I don’t know what other Chinese women are like, I never learned.”
Another Japanese woman explained for Zhu Yuyan, “Chinese aristocrats will have many servants in their homes who serve their masters like slaves.”
Zhu Yuyan said, “There are no servants in my family. It’s just that no one ever asked me to learn this.”
“Then your family is really derelict in their duties, they should make you learn this, when you get married, you will need to take care of your husband and your children with your own hands, it’s not good that you don’t know how to do anything.” A Japanese woman said.
Zhu Yuyan smiled and said, “I’ve always admired Japanese women in this regard. You are the most ideal wives in all men’s dreams.”
God be the witness that this is a truth, until the twentieth century there is still the famous saying of marrying a Japanese wife. This shows how much the reputation of Japanese women’s virtuosity has become a famous Japanese product.
Satisfied at the tea party, Suzuki Yoshiko left Zhu Yuyan after the tea party and told her that she intended to let her go with her to Yamamoto’s house, to participate in a performance nature of flower arrangement.
A performance, meaning she performs for Ms. Takako Yamamoto.
Also known as Jinjuri.
Suzuki Yoshiko informed Zhu Yuyan with reserved condescension, “This is what Mr. Yamamoto asked me to do. Miss Takako has been lying in bed all day and is in a bad mood, so I hope I can make Miss Takako feel better with a wonderful flower ceremony. I will bring three friends with me that day, and we will all offer our creations to Ms. Takako. Yanji, you’ll go along as my friend. If you also have a work you want to present to Ms. Guizi, you can also prepare it yourself.”
Zhu Yuyan: “…… Thanks for your kind invitation.”
— An opportunity delivered to her hand.
Would this be heavenly good fortune.
Or was it a trap?
With Suzuki Yoshiko’s intelligence this was definitely a set up by someone else.
I just don’t know if it’s coming from Suzuki Saburo or Yamamoto.