He bought some potatoes, chicken, and carrots in town; it looked like curry rice for dinner tonight.
Nobi Tamako's cooking skills were impeccable.
Hiroshi, with a joyful mood, flew slowly home against the afterglow of the sunset, passing an old general store along the way.
This house seemed to be quite old, with "Okada General Store" printed on the plaque above the door; it was confirmed to be Gian's house.
Nobi Hiroshi's vantage point allowed him to see directly into Gian's room.
He saw the other party stealthily hiding in the corner of a bookshelf, holding a ruler in his right hand, as if measuring something.
"What is this kid secretly doing?" the boy muttered curiously, holding his basket.
Because Gian had his back to him, Hiroshi didn't know what he was doing.
So, he flew down in confusion and secretly observed from behind the curtain.
"Ah…"
"No matter how I measure, it's only 3.8 cm."
Pulling down his clothes, Gian sighed in disappointment.
Nobi Hiroshi, observing from the shadows, saw too much in his disappointed eyes.
"Pfft, 3.8 cm… Hahahaha~~~"
He couldn't hold it in; Nobi Hiroshi couldn't stop laughing, and covering his mouth with his hand was useless.
Even a strong person like Gian had such worries.
"Who! Which bastard is snickering!"
Hearing the undisguised mockery from outside the window, Gian's face turned green, and he rushed over.
He pushed open the window and poked his head out; there was no one outside, only a few scattered children playing on the street.
"Did I hear wrong?"
"Right, how could there be anyone else on the second floor?"
"But to be safe, I'd better measure again, just in case."
Gian regretfully closed the window, sat back in his original spot, and challenged his fate with the ruler.
"Phew… I was almost discovered…"
On the rooftop, Nobi Hiroshi wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.
He was almost discovered, but thankfully, he reacted quickly and hid up here.
"3.8 cm is indeed not enough to look at, Gian, you'll have to fend for yourself in the future."
A comical arc formed at the corner of his mouth.
After measuring himself, Nobi Hiroshi nodded and left.
Flying into the second-floor room, Nobi Nobita was already lying on the floor, his stomach bloated, with a large pile of toast next to him, waiting for him to continue eating.
"I… I can't… I really can't eat anymore."
"How can that be! Hurry up and keep eating.
There are still over 20 pages of difficult knowledge points here; you must make good use of my gadget and not waste it."
Doraemon carried a pot of cold water, stuffing toast into Nobita's mouth while pouring water.
Nobita's belly expanded at a visible rate, but he had no choice but to keep eating.
He returned the Bamboo-copter to Doraemon.
Nobi Hiroshi carried the vegetable basket to the first floor and handed it to Nobi Tamako.
"Aunt Tamako, these are the things you wanted to buy."
Smiling at the beautiful woman in front of him, Hiroshi placed the vegetable basket on the ground.
"Xiao Hong… why did you buy the groceries? That child, Nobita, is slacking off again!"
Yuzi first frowned, then relaxed, lovingly stroking Hiroshi's head.
She wished her own child could be as sensible as him.
Washing and chopping vegetables, Nobi Tamako began preparing dinner for the evening.
Hiroshi actively helped with the chores, further gaining Aunt Tamako's favor.
"Xiao Hong, thank you so much.
Having your help really makes things easier for Auntie.
If only Nobita could be half as sensible as you."
"Aunt Tamako, you're praising me too much.
Actually, Nobita is quite obedient; occasional mischief is unavoidable," Hiroshi said humbly.
Listening to Nobi Hiroshi's words, Nobi Tamako felt somewhat comforted.
She hadn't expected this child, who was only a few days older than her own Nobita, to be so endearing.
The curry in the pot was still simmering.
Yuzi had nothing else to do at the moment, so she sat on the tatami mat and leisurely watched TV, constantly rubbing her neck, which was probably sore from years of housework.
"Aunt Tamako! Is your neck uncomfortable?"
Hiroshi asked softly.
"Yes, but I'm used to it.
It's fine if I just pat it like this."
"Ah, would you like me to give you a massage? That should be more comfortable, right?"
Nobi Tamako seemed interested: "Eh, really? Thank you so much."
"Mmm, leave it to me."
Looking at Aunt Tamako's plump figure, Hiroshi's mouth curved slightly, and he eagerly went behind her and sat down.
Yuzi turned slightly, presenting her back to Hiroshi, and relaxed her body while watching TV.
Nobi Hiroshi gently placed his hands beside Aunt Tamako's neck and began to gently press, using his thumbs to massage slightly.
"How is it? How's the pressure?"
"Good, if you could just increase the pressure a bit… Mmm… yes… just like that…"
[Massage Skill +1]
Half an hour later, Hiroshi successfully heard the system's prompt, but that wasn't important.
What was important was that Aunt Tamako's eyes had slightly changed.
"Ha… what's wrong with me… strange…"
"Feeling hazy…"
Her willpower weakened, Nobi Tamako slapped her cheeks to clear her head.
Nobi Hiroshi saw that her dazed eyes recovered so quickly, but he wasn't disappointed; instead, he was overjoyed.
This was a good start.
At some point, an uncontrollable situation should arise, cough cough.
"Nobita, Doraemon, dinner's ready!"
The curry was cooked, and Nobi Daisuke had returned from work.
Hiroshi respectfully called him uncle.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but Hiroshi saw that Nobi Daisuke's glabella was a bit dark, suggesting something bad might happen soon.
He hoped it was just his imagination.
"Nobita, why aren't you eating?"
"This is curry Mom worked so hard to make.
Look how deliciously Hiroshi and Doraemon are eating."
At the dinner table, Nobi Tamako loudly questioned Nobita, who was sitting idly in his seat.
"No… I can't… I really can't eat anymore."
"What! Are you saying Mom's food is unappetizing? Hurry up and eat obediently!"
Nobita's disgusted expression successfully angered Aunt Tamako, and he was immediately forced to swallow the curry rice.
He himself had a bitter taste in his mouth; he really had eaten too much toast and couldn't eat any more rice!
Doraemon and Nobi Hiroshi watched dryly, silently praying, "Who told you not to speak up?
Eat the bitter fruit you sowed."