My daily life with the Shiina sisters

The restaurant is a relatively private and high-end Japanese restaurant.

The environment is elegant and the furnishings are exquisite, which is particularly suitable for plotting something.

After the two of them ordered the dishes, Yukinoshita Haruno said:

"Brother Imagawa, don't you like cold food? The sashimi in this restaurant is pretty good."

"I really don't like eating those..." Imagawa Kaede said the truth.

In Imagawa Kaede's understanding, he is not unacceptable to cold food or raw seafood, but a little bit is okay, just like raw pickled food is also okay. As for the so-called original taste of food, the sweetness of meat, etc., Imagawa Kaede has never been able to understand.

Is it better than my secret sauce? Or is it more refreshing than my chili powder?

He will just feel that he is losing out. If he has the free time, he can just buy it and eat it at home. Is there any need to ask someone else to cut it for you?

Imagawa Kaede would feel that if it was not processed properly, it was no different from eating raw meat and drinking blood.

"Is that so? I'll remember that." Yukinoshita Haruno said with a smile.

Imagawa Kaede pretended not to hear these meaningful words.

He wanted to see how long this woman could endure.

Soon all the dishes were served. Imagawa Kaede ate the eel rice, and occasionally took a few bites of tempura and yakitori skewers. This way of eating reminded him of the time when he and his friends had barbecue on the roadside and asked the owner of the stall next door to send over a few servings of fried rice.

Have a sip of an iced wheat drink from time to time.

If nothing else, the main point is that it’s fun.

Gradually, Imagawa Kaede's eating manners became less elegant. He picked up the grilled bird skewers with chopsticks and put them directly into the box of eel rice. He poured some grilled eel sauce on it and stirred it.

After taking a bite, it still tasted like eel sauce, but Imagawa Kaede felt that this eel rice was sublime.

However, Yukinoshita Haruno on the side did not think that Imagawa Kaede was rude or disrespectful to her. Instead, Yukinoshita Haruno found Imagawa Kaede's behavior quite interesting.

It is true that in a restaurant that serves eel, you can usually only eat eel, and in a restaurant that serves yakitori, you can usually only eat yakitori skewers or something like that.

But it was the first time she had seen something like Yakitori skewers and rice like Imagawa Kaede's.

After a long time, Imagawa Kaede let out a long sigh of relief after finishing the last chawanmushi.

Yukinoshita Haruno still had one serving of ice cream left. She didn't actually eat much, it was just that Imagawa Kaede ate it faster.

"Imagawa-san's way of eating is quite heroic." Yukinoshita Haruno said with a smile.

Seeing that she had no intention of mocking him, Imagawa Kaede also smiled and said:

"It's just a whim."

"When eating, the main thing is to do it however you like. I've seen people eating micro ramen noodles before."

"The main thing is that I don't have to be too cautious in front of Sister Yang No, so I just do what I want."

"Ramen? I thought Imagawa-brother wouldn't eat ramen or anything." Yukinoshita Haruno said.

"Sister Yangno, have you ever eaten ramen?" asked Imagawa Kaede.

"I did go there once with my colleagues before, and it tasted pretty good," said Yukinoshita Haruno.

The two of them chatted about some meaningless topics, and Yukinoshita Haruno gradually moved from the opposite side to sit next to Imagawa Kaede. Seeing this, Imagawa Kaede became more and more cautious.

"I heard that it was brother Imagawa who promoted the development of the Niseko Niseko project?" Yukinoshita Haruno suddenly said.

Hearing this, Imagawa Kaede raised his eyebrows and instantly understood most of it.

"I can't say it was me who pushed it forward. It was mainly done by my father." Imagawa Kaede said half-heartedly.

This is also called "leaving a message". For example, if a friend you don't know well asks you to lend money, you'd better not ask how much right away. Instead, you should take the initiative to say a number that you think it doesn't matter whether the other party pays it back or not.

Imagawa Kaede's intention was to see what the other party asked for. If it was too big, he could push it onto Imagawa Yoshikiyoshi and refuse it.

Yukinoshita Haruno cursed Imagawa Kaede in her heart for being too slippery, but she explained her purpose:

"Our Yukinoshita family also has a construction company. Brother Imagawa, do you think our Yukinoshita family can contribute to the subsequent construction projects?" As he spoke, he directly held one of Imagawa Kaede's hands.

The situation between the two of them was indeed a little delicate at the moment.

On the tatami in the room, Yukinoshita Haruno was half-kneeling next to Imagawa Kaede, leaning forward facing him, with some buttons of her work uniform on her chest undone as if to dissipate heat.

For a moment, the faint fragrance was refreshing, and Yukinoshita Haruno's slightly pursed lips were particularly attractive.

The black lace edge was faintly visible, and of course the obvious crack in between was enough to make her sister Yukinoshita Yukino feel despair.

Imagawa Kaede finally understood why Yukinoshita Yukino had a bad relationship with her family. Mrs. Yukinoshita was obviously very partial...

Otherwise, they are all family members, and her sister and mother are both bold and reckless, but she, Yukinoshita Yukino, is the only one who is as timid as a mouse. Isn't this biased?

Look at Eriri and Sayuri, they are real mother and daughter.

Faced with this kind of situation, Imagawa Kaede struggled a bit, but after thinking carefully in his heart, he said:

"My help to the Yukinoshita family in this matter is also very limited. If possible, I am naturally willing to help the Yukinoshita family as much as possible."

The main point is still the same. It’s the same as not saying anything. Just drag it out first... and deal with it later.

Only at this point did Imagawa Kaede feel that his self-control was not as good as he had imagined. Could it be because he knew that even if he... there wouldn't be too many consequences?