The train arrived, and Minamoto Tamako put away her small notebook, jogging all the way home. Using her key to open the door, she kicked off her round-toed little leather shoes at the entrance and loudly announced, "I'm home!"
A-Jun wagged its tail and bounced over to greet her. She reached out to ruffle the dog's head and peeked into the living room. Fushimi Roku was still lying on the sofa watching TV in the same position, resembling a Dharma meditating against the wall.
Minamoto Tamako secretly felt pleased. She was already ahead of Mr. Fu Jian, proving the saying "slow one step, slow every step." Rounded off, Fushimi Roku was lagging eighteen streets behind!
"You're back," Fushimi Roku casually said, "Go, bring me a plate of small cakes."
"There aren't any left, they've been eaten long ago." Minamoto Tamako knew without looking that the household's food supplies were already gone.
