Chapter 412: Bringing Up Children

Masayoshi Kishimoto appeared at Natsui Makoto’s place. As soon as he saw the omelet on top of the table left for him his whole body became despondent.

“In the morning, I had omelet rice. For lunch, do I have to eat it again?” Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t bother to take the tabletop spoon, but just looked at Dao with his left hand resting on his cheek.

“I was serving the two little ones and rushed to serve you, the one big one.” Natsui Makoto said with no makeup at all and a plain face.

Masayoshi Kishimoto had known how hard it was to bring up a child for a long time. That was all an epiphany from his previous life after watching the highly rated Douban Japanese drama “Home on the Ramp”.

The more she was alone or with two children, the harder it became. Even if there were little emotions, it was understandable. Several of these women even suffer from postpartum depression as a result.

“You worked hard. Cheer up. From now on, you don’t have to make lunch for me on purpose.” Masayoshi Kishimoto gave her a pep talk with his hands clenched into fists.

Natsui Makoto didn’t feel that she would gain some relief because of this, but had another thought, “Right now, Monday through Friday, I’m still basically able to see your face every day at noon. If you don’t come to my place for lunch, doesn’t that mean I won’t even be able to see your face?”

“How come? I come to your place to see you and the kids when I’m done eating out. I’m starting out to cut you some slack. Who made you not want to hire a nanny to come to your home and help you with the kids again?” Masayoshi Kishimoto explained.

It was then that Natsui Makoto reacted to the fact that she was just being overly concerned. It was inevitable that she would go into a bit of a trance after working so hard day and night with the kids. She closed both of her eyes and covered her forehead with both hands, resting her right and left elbows on top of the dining table.

Masayoshi Kishimoto knew that he couldn’t give her a hand since he didn’t usually stay over at night. In fact, he knew that even if he spent the night here, he wouldn’t be able to help much.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love her and the children, but he couldn’t stand the sudden cries of the children. Children didn’t care if you were going to work tomorrow or not, or if it was the middle of the night or not, they would cry whenever they felt uncomfortable.

In all fairness, in the face of such a sudden situation, he really did not feel able to help much. If he didn’t get it right, he would be more and more of a help.

On the professional side of bringing up a child or something, it wasn’t as if he had gone to a class, but had only let Natsui Makoto go alone to conduct the necessary studies.

Kishimoto Masayoshi’s heart is not without sudden feelings, Japan’s childlessness, it is not without reason. The average wage earner in Japan can work more than eight hours a day.

This counts a number of hours of overtime, a day of ten or so hours is certainly there. When you get home after a long day, all you can think about is eating, bathing, and sleeping, so you don’t have the energy and stamina to do anything else.

Even if there is, it’s still at the end of its rope. So it makes sense why Japanese women demand a relatively high annual income from their significant others.

The only way for a man to be able to stay at home with the kids and feed and clothe a family of three or four is for him to earn more than 4 million yen a year.

Otherwise, family conflicts can erupt because of insufficient financial resources. There is also the fact that many men do not return home even if they are able to do so earlier.

This isn’t even based on the overtime culture that is unique to Japan. They just don’t want to go home to help their wives with the kids. So, they would rather go home late than hide out in an izakaya and drink alone.

Or they make all kinds of excuses, either to work overtime or to have a meeting. Or, they would drink with their clients. Anyway, one just can’t go back early.

Masayoshi Kishimoto picked up the spoon in his right hand and started eating. There was still no problem at all in dealing with a meal by himself. Even if he didn’t eat lunch, it would be the same, it would be considered as losing weight.

Natsui Makoto opened her eyes and stood up expansively, saying, “Why don’t you wait a little longer, I’ll go and order you a bowl of egg ramen.”

“No need. I’m all set to eat now. If you feel tired, you might as well hire someone to come to your home. Instead of having her help you with the kids, you can just have her help you with the housework.

We don’t need that kind of money. Why do you need to tire yourself out physically and mentally?” Masayoshi Kishimoto rehashed the old saying as he ate.

“It’s not a matter of money or not, it’s that I don’t like outsiders coming into my home.” Natsui Makoto said bluntly.

Masayoshi Kishimoto hesitated for a moment, instantly thinking that she was probably embarrassed because she was worried that others would learn about the special relationship between the two of them if they worked here for a long time.

Not only in Japan, but any country in the world had their kind of unmarried cohabitation and also having children, and that was something that would be difficult for the mainstream population to accept.

There’s no guarantee that the servants won’t spread what they should and shouldn’t say, and the rumors will spread. Some people could not care, while others could not stand it.

“How about this! At noon, I’ll still come to your place to eat. You do not need to personally go to the supermarket to buy food, and then come back to do the cooking, just a phone call to call the takeaway is good.

This saves time, effort and worry. You don’t need to rush off to the supermarket to buy things at all with the babies at home on your mind.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said in the spirit of the two being able to spend more time together.

Natsui Makoto sat down slowly and said, “That’s a good proposal of yours. I’m able to accept it. At that time, don’t say anything that isn’t delicious.”

“You can specialize in booking haute cuisine.” Masayoshi Kishimoto smiled and said.

“How expensive that would be!” Natsui Makoto’s frugal habits hadn’t gotten into the habit of spending money lavishly. Even if she had money, she couldn’t afford to spend it.

Once she spent more money that she shouldn’t or felt that it wasn’t worth spending more, then sadness, self-doubt, and depression would appear in her own heart.

“Why don’t I bring lunch back after I get off work at noon?” Masayoshi Kishimoto got motivated in order to enjoy a mouthful of food and said.

“That’s fine too.” Natsui Makoto was still able to accept him to spend this one money said.

Masayoshi Kishimoto was instantly relieved. He was afraid that his proposal would be rejected by her. From then on, he would only be able to eat about 500 yen for lunch on weekdays.

As soon as Masayoshi Kishimoto was in a good mood, his appetite improved as he said, “Your skill in making omelet rice is getting better and better.”

“It’s obviously something I made in a hurry and was only able to make do with what I had.” It wasn’t like Natsui Makoto didn’t eat it. She just finished her portion ahead of time.

The reason why she had eaten alone in advance was because she was worried that the children would cry without warning. At that time, her priority was definitely not to eat, but to go and coax the children. When he finished his work and then came back to eat, I’m afraid that the rice would have already turned cold and hard, making it difficult to eat.

“Even the omelet rice that you made in a hurry is so delicious, that’s all the more reason why your cooking skills have taken a qualitative leap forward.” Masayoshi Kishimoto did not mince words of praise.