LRAB Page 407
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Her tone was different from usual, full of childishness, and her previously unseen, endearing attitude was quite cute.
"Oh, excuse me, are you hungry? Let's eat first," Nagase's mother said, then greeted the waiter.
“Princess Kitahara, please eat as much as you like, don’t be shy, make sure you eat your fill,” said Nagase’s father.
Nagase's mother crossed her arms and complained, "If you want to eat your fill, you shouldn't come here."
Nagase's father didn't answer, but simply took the menu and handed it to Kitahara Hakuba, saying:
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"Teacher Kitahara?"
“It’s alright, I can eat it, please have some,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
"Row."
Nagase's father didn't refuse anymore; he didn't even look at the menu and handed it directly to the waiter.
"Same as before, one more serving."
"Row."
"What kind of drink would you like, Kitahara-sensei?"
"I don't drink alcohol, oolong tea is fine with me."
"You don't drink?" Nagase's mother asked expectantly, resting her chin on her hand. "Then you probably smoke occasionally, right?"
"I don't smoke either."
Nagase's mother raised an eyebrow and said to her lover:
“Look how good Mr. Kitahara is! He doesn’t have either of those bad habits, and he can set a good example for his students. You, as a father, have so many bad habits.”
Nagase's father remained silent.
As for beverages, Kitahara Hakuba drank oolong tea, while Nagase's parents drank white wine, which looked no different from plain water.
But it smells very good.
The appetizer was served, with lobster meat and scallops arranged tightly on the plate. The high-quality meats and the garnish sauce complemented each other, and Kitahara Hakuba knew that this plating alone was worth a lot of money.
"Rainbow lobster, I wonder if Kitahara-sensei would like it?" Nagase's mother smiled, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"It's edible."
Kitahara Hakuba wasn't really interested in choosing between "like" and "dislike," and he always felt that the young woman was sizing him up from head to toe.
Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes twitched involuntarily as she looked at her mother with a hint of resentment.
"Teacher Kitahara, these things are air-freighted from Okinawa. They're hard to find this time of year, and the meat is absolutely delicious. But I think their shells are really beautiful—"
Only Nagase's father knew nothing, and enthusiastically introduced the situation to Kitahara Hakuba.
The lobster meat here is just as translucent as the lobster meat that Nagase Tsukiyo gave him last time, but it tastes different.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't suspect that the product she sent was defective; rather, he doubted his own cooking skills and whether the sauce he had prepared was good enough.
Nagase Tsukiyo cautiously observed Kitahara Hakuba's reaction, and only after confirming that he did not show any signs of distress did she feel at ease and begin to eat.
"Why did you choose to study at Sapporo University, Kitahara-sensei?" Nagase's mother smiled happily.
Kitahara Hakuba put down his knife and fork and said, "Back then, I could only get into a university like this, and I was very interested in Hokkaido."
"Is intelligence developed later in life?" Nagase's father asked curiously.
"This should be."
Nagase's father said with barely suppressed surprise:
"It's strange. Although I often hear my friends say that, I've never actually seen it in real life."
"Twenty-three years old?" Nagase's mother suddenly asked.
Kitahara Hakuba nodded: "Yes."
"Is that so-"
Nagase's mother nodded quietly, her eyes softening.
"My daughter is only six years younger than me, no more than ten years younger."
“Mother, don’t say such things.” Nagase Tsukiyo wasn’t shy at all; instead, she frowned, somewhat annoyed.
Kitahara Hakuba watched this scene with complete indifference.
Fine, if they won't talk, then we'll talk to them ourselves.
"I think it's necessary to discuss this matter of Nagase-san's private tutoring with you."
Perhaps sensing that Kitahara Hakuba's tone had become more serious, Nagase's parents' expressions also changed, and they stared at him directly.
"I'm really counting on you this time, Kitahara-sensei," Nagase's father said. "How much salary would you like?"
Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said:
"I won't ask for any salary. Although I call it a private tutor, I will only make sure that Nagase gets into Tokyo University of Music. I will also tutor other students. I can't devote all my time to Nagase."
The statement "I'm sure I'll get into the National Dongyin University" sounds incredibly arrogant.
"I think that as long as Kitahara-sensei comes even once a week, Tsukiyo will be very happy."
Hearing her mother's loving smile, Nagase Tsukiyo suddenly became a little awkward, biting her lip and lowering her gaze without saying a word.
If she were to refute, she could only refute two points: First, Mr. Kitahara only comes for private lessons one day a week, which is too infrequent, so she is unhappy.
She felt even more embarrassed.
Secondly, Ms. Kitahara comes every week, which is too frequent, so she is unhappy.
That's impossible. Nagase Tsukiyo is too busy wanting to spend more time with him, so why would she think about doing it too often?
Kitahara Hakuba took a shallow breath of the girl's fragrance, rested his elbows on the table, and said with his fingers interlaced:
"One more thing, I'd like to have full control over the time, is that alright?"
"Does Teacher Kitahara mean that you can come whenever you want, but Tsukiyo can only stay at home and wait for you obediently? Is that what you mean?"
Nagase's mother raised an eyebrow slightly, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was somewhat displeased. The sharp look in her eyes seemed to be trying to see through Kitahara Hakuba's true intentions.
She hired many tutors for her daughter from a young age, and they arranged the time for each of them.
She was already not very satisfied with the fact that the tutor was a boy, no matter how good he was.
The opposite sex is the original sin; she knows how beautiful her daughter is.
But unfortunately, my daughter just likes being taught by him; I doubt she would learn anything from other private tutors.
As someone who had been through similar experiences, Nagase's mother knew exactly what her daughter was thinking.
Kitahara Hakuba nodded and said:
"I will arrange the time with Nagase in advance so she can prepare. I won't make this decision on a whim, so you can rest assured."
Just as Chang Shu's mother was about to speak, Chang Shu Yueye said somewhat anxiously:
“No problem, Kitahara-sensei is so busy, I’m the one who should cooperate.”
Kitahara Hakuba turned his head to look at Nagase Tsukiyo's small face, which seemed to be filled with inexplicable shame, her fingers constantly brushing away the strands of hair at her temples.
Nagase's parents exchanged a glance.
“Alright, then I’ll leave it to you.” Nagase’s mother smiled gently as her gaze met Kitahara Hakuba’s.
"No, as a teacher, I also hope that my students can go to better places."
"Teacher Kitahara is truly selfless."
"This is what I think a teacher should be like."
The tense atmosphere that lasted only a moment immediately eased, and the set meal dishes were served one after another.
The main course is the familiar Wagyu beef, made from freshly caught fish from Hakodate.
It was served medium-rare, with the Wagyu beef having a brown, caramelized appearance. When I cut into the Kitahara Hakuba beef, I noticed some blood seeping out, even though I knew it was a mixture of myoglobin and water.
But visually speaking, he doesn't really like this.
If possible, he prefers it medium-well.
Surprisingly, the medium-rare was quite delicious; it was really tender and juicy.
The last dish was a fruit syrup ice cream platter, which was very refreshing and helped to cut through the richness of the food.
"Delicious!" came Nagase Tsukiyo's voice. Her soft little mouth looked crystal clear and tempting at this moment, as if cherry-red juice would come out if you bit into it.
However, because her parents were there, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't look at her for long.
"Go find Miss Xu at night, and remember to get a receipt," said Nagase's father.
Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze swept back and forth between her parents and Kitahara Hakuba, but she said nothing and simply got up and left.
A short while later, Nagase's father got up and left, saying he needed to use the restroom.
Kitahara Hakuba was speechless. He glanced at the beautiful young woman with a curvaceous figure that could rival her daughter's legs.
You just handed over your charming wife to me like that?
Chapter 303, Section 302: If I hadn't gotten married
Inside the private room, only Kitahara Hakuba and Nagase's mother remained.
Although I am very grateful for Nagase's father's trust in me, no matter how you look at it, he seems to be in a position where he wants to have something to say in private.
Kitahara Hakuba had no idea that this young woman wanted to talk to him about anything too intimate.
"Teacher Kitahara, was dinner tonight to your liking?" Nagase's mother spoke softly, her breath carrying a gentle fragrance that emanated from her, a tranquility and composure that was hard to ignore.
"Yes, thank you for spending the money."
Nagase's mother gently rubbed her fingers, gazing directly at him and saying:
"Compared to these simple meals, it is we who have troubled you to spend money."
Kitahara Hakuba's breathing slowed slightly, but his handsome face did not show any excessive panic. Instead, he used a damp towel on the table to wipe his increasingly dry lips.