His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy

That was already a black mark against his name.

However, this was a teachable moment for Misaki. He would deal with this Arata sooner or later. How could the boy act so impudently?

“What did he promise?” He asked calmly.

Misaki blushed with embarrassment because she did not want her uncle to know. “It is a secret. It is not anything illegal or bad.”

Yagi narrowed his eyes, but he did not press the issue. He would find out the details of the entire ordeal as soon as he returned home. He did not believe there was anything he could not find out, even though it was just middle school gossip.

But for now, he needed to focus on teaching Misaki the right thing to do.

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“Misaki, when you are in a position of influence, you must be aware that your actions have a lot of impact on others. A simple action on your part can harm others. So, if you have forgiven Arata, make peace with him. And next time, make sure that your grudges remain private.” He said.

Misaki was stunned before she laughed. “Shouldn’t you tell me not to keep grudges?”

Yagi laughed. “People without grudges have never had friends. All I am saying is to keep it between you and the other person. Do not bring other people to a personal issue. It is a poor habit.”

Misaki nodded in understanding just as three people with trays brought their food. At that moment, the two of them realised they had underestimated the amount of food they had bought. There was no way they could finish.

“What are we going to do with all this food?” Yagi was exasperated.

Misaki was gleeful. “I am going to carry it home and put it in the freezer.”

She held back the other words she wanted to say. She planned to eat a small portion to remember the evening she spent with her uncle. It was the first day she felt his true care for her as a father. Even if she never had another one, she would remember this one.

“The cook will not allow you to eat this food in the house,” Yagi said with a laugh.

Misaki thought of their household cook and realised it was probably true. The old man was very proud and believed in making the best food, even if it was a simple meal. More importantly, he was always lecturing people in the house to take pride in their work.

He might not appreciate fast food like a normal person.

What Yagi never told Misaki was that their cook was from a great lineage of yakuza chefs from the Edo period. The yakuza had a lot of specialised roles and professions for their members. The Minaduki family was dedicated to cooking for the heads.

While a lot of other families had died out from the organisation or changed professions over the years, the Minaduki name endured and weathered storms. They were still the official chefs for the yakuza.

The old man was not the most brilliant chef in the family. However, he had the charisma that allowed him to be chosen as the cook by Yagi’s grandfather when he was young. He had served Yagi’s father, and now, he worked in their household, cooking for Misaki.

He emphasized good health through food, so it was unlikely that he would be happy with mass-produced deep-fried food.

“Do not worry. I will deal with Grandpa Minaduki. He cannot say no to me.” Misaki said with confidence.

The meal was not unpleasant. Yagi found the food mostly distasteful, except for the fine fries. It was too bad there was only a handful of them per serving. The rest of the food was just too oily for him and did not have the heavy flavours he liked.

As for Misaki, she was excited. She tasted everything with curiosity. The chicken nuggets were particularly interesting to her. They were not as good as the katsu Grandpa Minaduki made, but they had their charm.

“Uncle, drink this one.” Misaki picked a shake for Yagi once she noticed that he was not eating anymore.

Yagi looked at the milky drink with pink swirls with exasperation. He could not believe what his life had become within a few hours. In the morning, he was busy discussing how to deal with an errant gang using the yakuza name to intimidate club owners.

Now, he was drinking a frozen pink milkshake.

“I know you do not like bland things, so you will not like the vanilla one.” Misaki pouted. “And I want the chocolate one, but we can switch.”

Yagi was amused and touched by the gesture of goodwill from his niece. She had always been a sweet child, even when she was born. It was unbelievable to think her mother was a cold-hearted bitch without a conscience.

“No. I like strawberries.” He said before drinking the chilling sweet drink.

“You are not just saying that?” Misaki looked at him with wide soulful eyes.

“Of course not. I eat strawberries on all my desserts.” He replied.

“I will make you a strawberry cake for your birthday then,” Misaki said.

Yagi laughed. “I look forward to it.”

“I really will. Do not underestimate me.” Misaki huffed.

“I know you will,” Yagi said with a solemn expression. “Let me get someone to pack up your food.”

Misaki nodded as she thought about the strawberry cake. Her uncle probably thought she was saying it in the heat of the moment. However, she wanted to make him a cake and surprise him. And she had a lot of time to learn.

She could not do it at home because her uncle would followher progress. She mulled over the problem until a young lady came with a bag to pack their food. The woman kept turning her head to look at Yagi while blushing.

Misaki was annoyed by her. If her uncle were to date, she would prefer someone like Teacher Shio. She was extremely beautiful and kind.

“Is your uncle single?” The lady finally whispered to her.

Misaki could not deal with audacity. Why did this person not think that she had an aunt? Her uncle was an outstanding man.

“No. And even if he were, it would not be your turn.” She said with pride before standing up. “Let’s go, Uncle.”