The snow danced through the sky, bringing with it winter's tales. The rhythm of life slowed along with the people living through this season.
Night had fallen. The wind and snow showed no signs of letting up, but every home was brightly lit, and a faint fragrance filled the air. By this time, most people had begun preparing dinner.
At the same time, the number of pedestrians outside rapidly dwindled. If they had a choice, most people probably would not go out in weather this cold.
Wasn't it better to stay in a warm home?
"The food's ready!"
Himeko carried the last steaming dish into the living room with little Himeko and placed it directly on the table.
"I really put you out, making you cook when you're the guest..." Ryuunosuke Murata looked at the dishes on the table, feeling a little embarrassed. Himeko was clearly the guest, yet she had ended up doing the cooking.
Ryuunosuke Murata was a traditional man from the Far East. Unlike in Shenzhou, men who were the heads of their households in the Far East rarely cooked; cooking was considered women's work.
Men were responsible for earning money and supporting the family, while women were responsible for taking care of everything at home.
Although in modern times there were quite a few strong career women in the Far East whose professional abilities did not fall short of men's, they were still a very small minority, especially among women born before the twenty-first century.
To say something that would get him beaten to death by certain radical feminists, women in the Far East generally became full-time mothers after getting married, with the wife handling all the cooking and housework.
Taking care of her husband and children was simply the bare minimum.
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