Koharu The muscles on her face twitched, and she reluctantly put on a greeting posture.
"Mrs. Hokage."
"Oh, please don't call me that, it sounds very annoying!"
Kushina tipped the cloth bag in his hand upwards, and spoke in a warm tone as if he were meeting his own aunt, but each word was poking at Koharu's heart.
"I'm complaining to Mikoto. Minato is really tired of approving official documents recently."
"Hokage The pile of documents on the table is higher than a mountain, which makes people lose weight."
"I had to buy a big bag of top-quality deer antlers today to replenish him. Money is not a problem at all!"
Kushina smiled and rolled his eyes, deliberately leaning his head towards me.
"You have seen a lot at Hokage Building before. Can you tell me which store has the most expensive stuff and which one is the most reliable?"
Koharu shook the green onion in her hand, and she almost choked the blood into her trachea.
This is simply rubbing salt into people's hearts.
She has sat in that chair for decades. Which official document in Hokage Building has she not approved?
Now that the table has been replaced, she can't even get through the door.
Minato has so many things to do, she, an old woman, can only carry half a chopped green onion and suffer the cold on the street.
"I am getting older and my body is weak and cannot be replenished."
Koharu put the green onions in his arms, gritted his teeth and spoke.
"The deer antlers are too dry."
"It's better to be calmer, the more important thing is to make people happy!"
Kushina took half a step forward, with no intention of stopping.
"Young people are very angry and can be suppressed."
Mikoto stood aside and did not answer the call. He only straightened the strap of the cloth bag for Kushina.
The row of Uchiha Police Force members behind her also all focused their attention on Koharu.
That posture was no longer shopping for groceries, but rather like staring at a dangerous person.
Koharu There was a muffled sound in the throat, and the half green onion in his hand was broken into two pieces on the spot.
She didn't even bother to say goodbye, and turned around and walked into the alley next to her, walking as fast as a mouse running for its life.
"Your mouth is too damaging."
After Koharu walked away, Mikoto spoke, with a bit of joy in his voice.
"What's the harm? I'm seeking truth from facts."
Kushina snorted.
After leaving office, Utatane Koharu was not the only one who was unlucky.
Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi has now become an idle man with nothing to do.
In front of the Tanghulu stall not far from Shopping Street, a middle-aged man was sticking his buttocks out and looking into the crowd.
Hiruzen is not wearing Hokage Haori today. He is only wearing dark casual clothes. He holds a pack of tobacco under his arm and an old unlit pipe in his mouth.
He huddled behind the broken barrel, with only half of his head exposed, staring at Asuma in the crowd.
Asuma blushed and was holding hands with Kurenai Yuhi to buy meatballs.
Hiruzen was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, and her dentures almost fell out of her mouth.
He wanted to get closer and hear what his son said about love, so he turned around and met Mikoto's gaze.
The old man's shoulders shook, and he turned around to pick tobacco in the air.
His head did not turn back, but the roots of his ears were very obviously red.
Kushina followed Mikoto's line of sight, and his shoulders were already shaking.
"Pfft, Third's life is quite interesting now."
"Resigning that position is really a good thing for him."
"Yes, everything is fine."
Mikoto opened the purchase book in his hand and raised his hand to call team leader Security Force.
"Go and order all the goods from the seafood market in the north."
The team leader agreed, turned around and ran out.
Not long after, the owner of the seafood store came over pushing a cart, breathing heavily.
"Mrs. Mikoto, these two trucks are large lobsters and chilled goods unloaded from the port this morning, and they are all spitting bubbles!"
The boss rubbed his hands together, and the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together.
"You bought so many, how big of a banquet are you planning to host?"
"There's not much room for dinner, and there are a lot of elders in the family who are just having free time these days."
Mikoto closed the purchase book and spoke calmly.
"We need to replenish their bodies so that they don't have to use their energy all day long."
The smile on the boss's face paused for a moment.
Uchiha Clan's elders have nothing to do.
His mind quickly flashed through those hot-tempered Red Eye uncles, and his eyes quietly fell on the Security Force members.
The row of Uchiha was staring at the overseas goods in the car, and one of the team members even opened the Sharingan.
The red light reflected on the snow, faintly swaying.
The boss felt his scalp tightening, so he turned around and fished out an octopus of terrifying weight from the water tank.
"Thirty pounds of octopus!"
"I took it upon myself to buy you a top-notch octopus that just came out of the cabin!"
"No need."
Mikoto raised his hand to block the oil paper bag.
"You can pay as much as you want. We at Uchiha have always abided by the law and will not take advantage of the people."
"Oh, my dear mother, madam!"
The boss was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead and he stuffed the oil paper bag directly into the bamboo basket.
"This is not taking advantage, this is my way of honoring all Uchiha elders!"
"Don't push it."
"If you push it back, I will have a restless life this year. I feel like I have one eye open when I sleep at night!"
Mikoto was still trying to take out the oil paper bag, but the boss had already turned around and ran away, shouting at his voice to instruct the workers to load the car.
That escape technique has caught up with Anbu Ninja.
Captain Security Force stood at the end of the team, lowered his head and took out a pamphlet from his arms.
He wrote down the signboard of the seafood store.
This boss is sensible.
From now on when the brothers patrol the streets, they must raise the security level around his stall to the highest level.
After buying the big items, the two started picking out bits and pieces.
Kushina took away a large bag of high-end candy bars and said they were for Naruto to use as snacks in the future.
Mikoto picked out a piece of good material and was going back to make New Year clothes for Fugaku.
When passing the pickle stall, Kushina stared at the pickled plums in the jar and smacked his lips, then touched his shriveled wallet.
Mikoto didn't say anything after seeing it, and took out the money to pay for her.
"Oh, don't keep paying for me, I'm so embarrassed."
Kushina refused, but already held Meizi in his arms.
"You are overthinking, I will keep the accounts."
Mikoto took out the purchase booklet from his sleeve pocket and shook it at her.
"It will all be recorded in your name, and the principal and interest will be counted together after the year."
The two of them swept all the way, and when they walked out of Shopping Street, the village woman behind them was still standing there in a daze.
I didn't grab the lucky bag, the seafood was bought by the truckload, and not even the last jar of pickled plums was left.
When we walked to the street, the evening breeze blew through the crowd.
Kushina looked up at Hokage Rock in the distance, only to find that the rock wall had been stained with orange-red sunset light.
"Oh, why does it get dark so fast!"
Her face, which was flushed just a moment ago, turned pale in the blink of an eye.
Mikoto also remembered something and immediately looked down at the watch on his wrist.
That calm housewife look was completely shattered on the spot.
The two looked at each other and took a deep breath.
"No, you have to go back quickly!"
The small steps under their feet were immediately replaced by the Jonin level Body Flicker Technique footwork, leaving only two passing shadows on the street.
"I've been out for most of the day!"
Mikoto was too anxious to maintain his usual dignity.
"Fugaku is so stubborn that he doesn't know how to take care of a child. Sasuke may be so hungry right now!"
"Your family is still held by your biological father!"
Kushina threw the big cloth bag filled with New Year's goods on his back and moved a little faster.
"When I went out, I gave Naruto to Uncle Ban and promised to pick it up at noon!"
The more they talked, the more panicked they became, and their steps became faster and faster.
Of the names in my family, any one of them can shake up half of Shinobi World.
They are all frighteningly ferocious when fighting, but they are all disaster-level players when raising children.
Minato Namikaze is made of pure wood. Last time, I thought it was too troublesome to feed milk with Naruto, so I actually wanted to use Flying Thunder God to transfer the soaked milk directly into the child's mouth.
As for Madara Uchiha who pushes Warring States Era and singles out Shinobi World, the situation will only become more serious.
I asked him to wash the baby's diapers, and he turned on Sharingan the whole time, and his face was so dark that he could squeeze out water.
With that posture, those who didn't know better thought he was facing Hashirama Senju.
If the old man thinks that the child's poop is too smelly, and directly writes Complete Susanoo at Konoha, half the village will suffer.
"Go, go, go!"
Kushina could no longer care about his image, so he rushed towards Uchiha compound.
Konoha Spring has indeed ushered in, and the streets are full of heat and joy.
But for these two housewives, the real horrific battle at home has just begun.