If Daimaru had asked Temari to come to her house before, I'm afraid her mother and grandfather would be a little uncomfortable.

The gap between identity and status divides people into almost two races. If it weren't for Daimaru, I'm afraid that this family wouldn't have anything to do with Gaara, Kankuro and Temari.

It's much better now, and the identity between the eldest daughter of Fengying and Fengying's fourth generation and the sister of the fifth generation is also considered equal.

The change in Damaru's identity also affected the hearts of his mother and grandfather, at least he had more confidence than before.

"A very humane home..."

When I first got into a deal with Daimaru's family, Temari seemed a little nervous. After sitting down, he said a few perfunctory words, and then said this.

Daman, who brought the plate to the table, listened and suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth.

The shabby commoner's home really doesn't have any good words to describe. The family gathered together happily, from another perspective, also means narrow and cramped.

"Want some dessert wine?"

Without waiting for Temari to respond, Daimaru placed the wine in his glass in front of him.

If you can't speak, eat more vegetables and drink two cups. If you let go of your hands and feet, you won't be restrained.

When Daimaru sat down on the table, Temari's cheeks had already flushed, revealing the beauty that was rarely seen on the female ninja of Sand Village.

“Is the alcohol content so poor?”

Daimaru, who said a few words while teasing, distributed good dishes for Temari, her mother and grandfather.

The tradition of Sand Village actually tends to be divided into separate meals, and of course it is not absolute. Family dinner parties are more casual. Now, with the introduction of foreign customs, more fashionable cocktail parties have also begun to be popular. Small gatherings between friends do not pay much attention to table etiquette.

The blonde girl picked up the cup and took a sip and replied lazily:

"I'm a little unaccustomed to this kind of fruit wine..."

"dislike?"

Temari shook her head:

“It tastes pretty good, but it’s easy to get...”

I don’t drink much, and my two younger brothers at home are both underage and have no chance to drink. Although Temari is not good at drinking, she will drink on the way back after completing the task.

It’s just that due to its physical condition, Temari is not the kind that can be drunk very much.

I ate two of the tuna sushi carefully prepared by Daimaru, and Temari, who was placing her belly, praised her very honestly:

"Compared to the past, the cooking skills have improved a lot!"

“Practice makes perfect!”

"Not everyone can do it!"

Temari glanced at Daimaru with a resentful look.

It is obvious that there is no shortage of opportunities to practice, so I have been taking care of my two younger brothers for more than ten years, but it is not as delicious as Damaru, who has become a monk halfway through the journey.

If there is really a "bride assessment", with Temari's level, it will probably be hovering on the passing line, and the cooking skills are too dragging.

Wu Yewen, the mother who was chatting in a low voice, said:

"I'm not good at cooking? I probably don't master the tricks, and the people who eat it also have a great responsibility..."

Personal preferences are biased. Those who taste cuisine cannot make valuable suggestions, so naturally they cannot improve their cooking skills.

"I still have to admit the difference in talent, but I'm working hard..."

The special environment of Sand Village has led to male ninjas being particularly advantageous. If young girls are not good at cooking, female red and other abilities, they may not be regarded as virtuous people.

The proportion of housewives in the Sand Village is significantly less than that in other places.

The two chatted in a normal manner, and grandfather took the opportunity to ask Gaara about her situation.

The more you know each other, the more you have before you will disappear.

Nearly an hour later, my mother rushed to clean up the dishes and asked Damaru to deliver Temari.

"How does it feel?"

Apart from the more hearty food, it is actually a common place to eat. The atmosphere is completely different with one more person.

Temari, who were shoulder to shoulder, thought about it and replied:

"Ordinary! I have seen it a few times before, but I didn't deal with it! Although the family of Mr. Chi Shachen, who is famous in the village, is not famous, people who are interested still know a little..."

Such an evaluation is quite positive. Daimaru's grandfather and mother do not have the self-pity and complaints of many civilian families. Her attitude towards Temari was neither too enthusiastic nor deliberately alienated.

Gentle and comfortable, not tired from getting along.

"Isn't this a matter of course!"

Damaru spread his hands,

"My family is an ordinary person who is not much different from other villagers..."

According to the tradition of the ninja world, after Daimaru makes his debut, there will naturally be various rumors, and various strange gimmicks are applied to Daimaru's life and bloodline.

For example, Daimaru's grandmother served the witches of the shrine, Daimaru was said to be the lucky one who inherited the ancient secret methods of Shinto, or a god-loving person like Hiduan.

If someone who is similar to himself breaks the class ceiling, people will naturally wonder if there is any unknown mystery. Only in this way can the general public who cannot change the status quo when they are willing to be mediocre, so that they can feel better in their hearts.

Even Daimaru's father, who died early, had various speculations. Several famous ancestors that Daimaru himself could not figure out were also dug out.

"Then you, a strange flower blooming in the barren soil, is really rare!"

"I can't let my personal efforts and choose the times, and my fate is arranged like this, right?"

"If you are more humble, I'm afraid you will have much less denomination to you during this period..."

"As long as you want to do things, there will always be people who are dissatisfied. Anyway, I can't do it for a long time. Leave it to Gaara for a headache in the future!"

Daimaru shrugged, indicating that he was not caring.

"Okay! Don't say this..."

Temari took out her handkerchief and wiped her sweaty forehead.

"Your mother and grandfather seem to be scruples about me. I'm afraid the girl you most hopes for is not me..."

"Well..."

Daimaru sighed in embarrassment.

"I'm afraid in their minds, I will always be that incompetent naughty naughty child. I will never be proud for a while. I'm afraid that I will suffer a loss when I'm with you..."

Because I can't understand Damaru's true positioning in the ninja world, even if he is an agent, Feng Ying, he only thinks it is a temporary measure that Deyu is not in harmony with his position.

The three siblings of the Four-generation Meso family of Fengying inherited the inheritance of their fathers and grandparents. They are powerful and highly qualified leaders and cadres. Daimaru is alone and has no brothers and sisters to help. His mother and grandfather have no power and power and cannot provide any help.

Among their simple values, families like Chiwa Yuno are considered to be of equal status.

The huge gap in origin will not play a decisive role, but will undoubtedly affect the impression.
Chapter completed!