Chapter 17 third quarter

Two days later in the morning, Shizuko looked out the window at the garbage dump.After nine o'clock, as soon as she saw the garbage collection truck coming, she immediately picked up the garbage bag placed in the entrance and rushed out. As long as the trash is the first to be recycled, it can be disposed of without anyone noticing, she figured. But she wasn't the only one who made this calculation. Almost at the same time, several housewives appeared from different directions carrying garbage bags.Looking at the faces, they were all companions at the tea party. They couldn't hide their surprise, they looked at each other, then looked at the garbage bags carried by others, and at the same time hid their own garbage bags behind their backs.

The garbage collection truck was gradually approaching, but for some reason, it felt extraordinarily long, and everyone was silent in embarrassment.Jingzi thought, it must be strange for others to see the housewives standing here without saying a word, carrying garbage bags.But she didn't have the courage to put down the garbage bag and leave. Perhaps due to psychological effects, Jingzi felt the smell of pickled cabbage wafting out.She knew that she had already wrapped it tightly with plastic wrap, so there shouldn't be something wrong with her bag, but thinking so, she felt uneasy after all.The others also looked flustered.

The garbage truck finally came and started collecting garbage.Shizuko put the garbage bag next to the recycling port so that it could be collected as soon as possible.Then she didn't walk away, and continued to stare at the cleaners.Looking around, the other housewives also stayed where they were. The cleaner put a few garbage bags into the recycling port and muttered in a low voice, "This is the smell of pickled cabbage." At that moment, Shizuko saw everyone's expressions froze.She's probably no better off, she thought.After squeezing out an ambiguous smile, she returned home.

Just this Saturday, Mrs. Tomioka held a tea party.There was a lot of people on this day, probably because of this, Madam was in a good mood. "I'm so happy to see you all here. Frankly speaking, I've been working on a new gadget recently, which is completely different from cooking and sewing, so it's quite difficult, but it's very interesting to make, and I fell in love without knowing it. " "What new project does Madam want to challenge this time?" As usual, Wenhui Torikai joked. "I'll show it to you soon. We need to wait for a while. During this time, let's drink tea and chat." After speaking, the lady left the reception room.

For a while, no one spoke.People are silent to spy on the attitude of others. Yoshie Furukawa, who was sitting next to Shizuko, finally approached her and asked, "That's a bit tricky, isn't it?" "what?" "I mean," Furukawa Yoshie said while paying attention to the movement around him, "Pickling cabbage." Everyone held their breath for a moment. Shizuko pretended to be calm and nodded: "It's very tricky." "Yes." Fangzhi seemed relieved. "And," continued Shizuko, "the amount is too much." "That's right," Machida Junko also joined the conversation, "My family can't finish it. The children in my family are still young, so I don't like that kind of taste. However, it is delicious."

"If it's an adult, that taste is just right." A housewife surnamed Sato interrupted. "But my family can't get used to it, so I left it in the end." "The taste is so special," Hiromi Tanaka also said, "When my family tasted it, they said, what is this, it tastes really weird." Everyone fell silent.No one expected that she would say "it tastes weird" outright, which was too straightforward.But the silence didn't last long. "Speaking of which, there are quite a few foods with a special taste." Machida Junko said, "Not only pickled cabbage, but also the sausages before."

"Oh, that one." "That's right." "It stinks." "It's that much." Everyone snickered. "What do you think of the cookies last time?" Furukawa Yoshie asked. "It's like eating dirt on the wall." The answer was Tokai Wenhui, who usually flattered his wife.Everyone roared with laughter. "Too sweet." "That's not the sweetness that biscuits should have." "As far as cookies are concerned, they are still sweet and delicious made by Mrs. Tanaka." "That's right, the roast is really good, none of us can compare."

"Huh? Is that so? I'm also very happy to hear your praise like this." "Sure enough, it's good to be smart at a young age, and this lady..." Machida Junko smiled pointedly. "There is no understanding at all." Torikai Wenhui finished the sentence for her, "How could this be?" "No matter what you do, it will be a mess." Jingzi said.Unknowingly, their tone became more and more loose, but no one seemed to notice. "Not only cooking, but also sewing." "That's right. The placemat I made a while ago is a tragedy."

"That thing has already become a rag in our house." "Our family is too." Hiromi Tanaka smiled unscrupulously. As if the curse had been lifted, everyone was beaming with joy.Jingzi hasn't experienced this sense of fulfillment for a long time, she thought, if the tea parties were like today, she would be happy to hold them every day. "By the way, what treasure is she going to offer today?" Machida Junko said with her lips curled up. "Just now she said, neither cooking nor sewing." "Isn't it baking? What if we get us some unpalatable drink?"

"Don't worry, as long as you pretend to slip and fall, you'll be fine." "Wow! High IQ crime!" "Hee hee hee." At this moment, Furukawa Yoshie took out a magazine from under the table. "Hey, there is a strange magazine here, the director reads it, right?" Shizuko leaned over to see that the magazine was "Electronic Work".Furukawa Yoshie flicked through the pages, and suddenly found a bookmark in one of the pages. Looking at the title of that page, Jingzi suddenly felt the color fade from her face.The headline was "You Can Build Bugs, Too."

Everyone stood up without a word, and started searching in all directions.After a while, Hiromi Tanaka yelled and picked up something from behind the vase. It was a small square box, exactly like the finished product in the magazine. Tokai Fumihui pushed open the door of the reception room, his movements were as stiff as a robot, and his face was terribly pale.Jingzi thought, her face must be similar. They came to the corridor one after another. Mrs. Tomioka was in front of the washing machine.Seeing her, Shizuko and the others panicked. "Amazing!" "Froth...Madam is foaming at the mouth..." "Master's head must be lowered!" "Ma'am, cheer up!"