Rifan Manor, kitchen.
Pamei and Samui were chatting about the past while preparing related dishes for the dinner party.
"So that's the case, can a formal disciple be able to practice for two years in the time training chamber?"
"And after two years of training in the time training chamber, only two seconds have passed in the outside world."
"Teacher Rifan, he is more amazing than I thought."
Although calling a man a teacher at the same time as her own children seems to be a bit confusing.
But Pamei, as Jōnin who had witnessed two wars, quickly adjusted her mood.
"Speaking of which, Samui, you and Teacher Rifan trained for two years in that time-training room.*
"And it's just the two of you alone, a man and a woman..."
Suddenly, Pamei asked with great interest.
Samui looked stunned and looked at her mother in surprise.
She was surprised to find that she was looking at her with interest at the moment.
"Mother, what are you talking about?"
"Ah, sorry, sorry, I just think my daughter is so beautiful. And that time training room is like a beautiful small world with a beach like you said, I think you sometimes walk there wearing a swimsuit. Teacher Rifan is very good, but he is also a man, so he should be interested in you."
"Really, mother! I do occasionally change into a swimsuit for swimming breaks there, but I don't have that kind of relationship with Teacher Rifan."
Having said this, Samui's tone gradually lowered.
She thought of Pakura and Terumi.
When Pakura was with Rifan, Samui could clearly feel that Pakura's feelings for Rifan had surpassed the feelings of teachers and disciples.
And Terumi is more direct, the desire for Rifan has almost been expressed through language.
"So, what do you think of Teacher Rifan?"
"He is a very strong and gentle person. Mother, why are you asking about it?"
"Hee hee, I just think Samui has grown up all of a sudden, and maybe it's time to start a family."
Pamei put down the vegetable cutting knife, walked behind Samui and put her hand on Samui's chest.
"As expected of my daughter, although you did not inherit my character, you inherited my body."
"Mother, what are you doing?"
Samui shook her head helplessly, because of her personality, she didn't blushed and shied away.
Of course, this is also because the person behind her is her mother.
"Mother, do you want me and Teacher Rifan to come together? But...you just met him, why do you have such thoughts?"
"Because Teacher Rifan is very strong, and he is a good man. This is from the life experience of your mother. A good man will always be very sought after. If you don't hurry now, you may regret it later."
Pamei put her hands on Samui's shoulders, led her to turn her body, and looked straight at Samui's eyes.
"When you talk about the past, your tone is very flat."
"Only when you were talking about Teacher Rifan, your tone became a little cheerful..."
"You should respect Teacher Rifan very much, but is it really just the reason for respect?"
Hearing this, Samui frowned.
"Isn't it?'
"That's what you have to ask yourself."
Pamei patted Samui on the shoulder and said:
"In short, sometimes you have to seize the opportunity when you have it."
"Don't wait until you lose it to regret it.
"In this manor, there seem to be many beautiful women surrounding Teacher Rifan."
After finishing speaking, Pamei walked back to her original position and started cooking further ingredients.
Samui pursed her lips, thinking about her mother's words in her mind.
'When I talk about Teacher Rifan, my tone is cheerful?'
'Do I have more than respect for the teacher...?'
Thinking of her mother's words, Samui fell into deep thought.
'However, if I really want to choose a man. '
'Teacher Rifan 'is indeed a good choice.'
'However, if I choose Teacher Rifan, my competition seems to be a bit strong.'
Samui put her hand on her face and observed her posture through the floor-to ceiling mirror on the side.
'But...I don't seem to be bad.'
On the other side, the courtyard where Rifan is.
He put down the teacup and looked up at the sky again.
There, the golden words reappeared and reflected in everyone's eyes.
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