Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

He walked over quickly, a little curious: "What delicious food?"

The girl turned her head slightly: "I see that there is a lot of ground pork in the refrigerator. Are you planning to make hamburger meat, or are you planning to make dumplings?"

"Originally, I planned to stir-fry it casually, and then I would make pork shredded noodles or something..." Furutekawa said with a serious expression, "Later, I found that making noodles is too difficult."

"...and then forget about it?"

"No, it can only be said that it is temporarily forgotten."

"Waste is a very bad habit, Furutegawa."

"Yeah, thanks to you being here..." Furutekawa didn't change his face when he met him: "Do you know how to make dumplings?"

"I learned a little from my mother when I was a child. She worked part-time in a Chinese store..." The girl pointed to the mobile phone next to her, which was showing how to make dumplings, and then continued to knead the dough with her hands.

Furutekawa swallowed his saliva, his eyes brightened: "Is there anyone who needs my help?"

Sanriyue Qingkong thought about it, and said one after another: "Vinegar, garlic, chili, onion, sesame oil, it's better to buy some shrimp, ham, sea cucumber, and cabbage."

"I'll go right away!" Furutegawa Kamian snapped his fingers, and walked towards the entrance with the wind blowing under his feet.

"Wait a minute!" San Riyue called out to stop him.

"Ah? Is there anything else missing?"

"Can you pick shrimp?"

The room was silent for three seconds.

Furutegawa Kamimi tentatively asked, "Choose the big one?"

Sanriyue went back to the room silently, went to the room and wrote a piece of paper, handed it to him, and said: "Just buy as written on it."

"Well, I see!" Furutekawa Kamimi patted his chest: "I definitely bought good shrimp!"

After speaking, he went out and left.

The corner of Sanriyue's mouth curled up, she turned around and went back to the kitchen, humming a little tune while making noodles.

"During the journey, at the snowy station, if you walk fast, you can't escape, I still have this dream that is smaller than a grain of snow..."【Note】

In the commercial street, Furutekawa Kamimi recalled what he wanted to buy, held a piece of paper in his hand, and looked around. When he found the store, he walked over quickly and blurted out: "Boss, I want a kilogram of fresh Live shrimp!"

Ten minutes later, he came back with two big bags, walking briskly.

In the room, Sanriyue Qingkong, who had already reconciled and was waiting for seasoning and meat stuffing, looked down at the shrimps in the bag, lowered his head and sniffed them, and asked doubtfully, "You picked this? There are so many?"

"I asked the boss to choose..." Furutegawa Kamimi said seriously: "But I watched from the side, they are all good shrimp!"

Sanriyue glanced at him, pursed her lips: "Let's go together next time."

Shrimp is indeed good shrimp, but the price must also be a good price, for the boss.

She carried it back to the kitchen, poured it into a basin, put some water in it, sprinkled in two tablespoons of salt and put it aside, ready to deal with ham, sea cucumber and cabbage.

Gude Chuan stood behind her buttocks, poked his hands behind his back and asked, "Is there anyone else who needs my help?"

"Can Furutegawa know how to use a knife?" Mikazuki didn't look up, letting the guy behind him put his chin on his shoulder without authorization.

"My knife skills are absolutely good!" Furutekawa Kamimi said while feeling the girl's soft shoulders.

Although he has never done cooking again, but with his mastery of strength alone, let alone chopping vegetables, even carving flowers is not a problem.

San Riyue tilted her head slightly, leaned on him, and said softly: "Then I will trouble you to brush the belly and thread of the shrimp later."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

"Furutegawa..."

"what?"

"If you kiss me now, I don't think I will refuse, because I want to kiss you too."

Furutekawa put his hands around her slender waist, and turned his head to catch those cherry lips.

(...do you think there is a note in this place?)

……

Half an hour later, Furutekawa Kami saw an apron tied around his waist, bent his waist, and honestly brushed the belly of the shrimp with a brush.

He almost went too far just now, and was hammered on the hilt of the sword by the flustered girl in a panic... Then his sanity returned.

Next to her, Sanriyue Qingkong's cheeks were as red as the sunset, and she lowered her head to stir the freshly seasoned minced meat.

Furutegawa Shinmi brushed the shrimp very cleanly and quickly. In fact, he found that using "Hunyuanjin" to brush the belly of the shrimp was very effective, like an electric toothbrush, with a squeeling feeling.

It's not a problem to pick shrimp lines or something.

After all, practicing swords for so many years is not in vain. It has long been a fusion of human and sword. Human is sword, and sword is human. For short...swordsman!

He quickly finished the work in hand, then looked at Sanriyue who was still stirring the stuffing, and tried to talk: "Do you want to put the shrimp and sea cucumber in?"

"No, just wrap it in when you're making dumplings later." Sanriyue Qingkong put on a stern face, pointed at the chopping board and said, "Can you carry it to the dining table? The place here is a bit small."

Furutegawa Kamimi turned around and left the kitchen, holding the edge of the large basin with one hand, put it on the dining table first, and then put the others over.

Sanriyue Qingkong also passed by carrying the minced meat, sat next to him, and kicked him: "Do you want to roll out the slices or make the stuffing?"

"I roll the slices!" Kamito Furukawa said confidently, "When I was in my hometown, I often rolled slices for my aunt!"

"Then let's do it? We have to make these [-] dumplings before six o'clock in the evening..." The girl paused for a moment, uncertain, "Is it enough for you?"

"Should be enough?" Kamito Furutegawa thought for a while before replying uncertainly.

"Furutegawa is really edible."

"I'm strong. If I'm strong, my digestion will be faster, and I'm more likely to be hungry, so I usually eat a little more... Huh? You got flour on your nose."

Sanriyue Qingkong couldn't move her hands, raised her nose slightly: "Wipe it off for me."

"Okay!" Furutegawa Kamimi wiped her face with a big hand covered in flour.

I can't help being happy.

The girl realized it later, her eyes were wide open, her cheeks were puffed up, and her left foot kept kicking him: "You put it on me too!"

"Be careful with your right foot, I'll just wipe it..." He hurriedly smeared flour on his face, but almost choked, coughed twice, and the flour flew all over the sky in an instant.

Chapter 140 Two, the wrong glasses

In the evening, Furutekawa Shinmi, who was full after eating, locked the gate with a sword bag on his back, and walked towards the commercial street with a washbasin with a towel in his arms.

Youjia was wandering back and forth at the door of the house with his hands behind his back, and when he saw him, he immediately trotted up to him: "He hasn't come back yet, but the access control time is approaching, so go up and wait for a while."

Kotegawa Shinmi nodded, today he came with the task of "talking honestly".

Following You Jia into her house through the side door, she walked all the way to the second floor.

He looked around and asked casually, "Where are Uncle Gui and Aunt Xia?"

You Jia in front didn't turn back and said, "Oh, I went to the bathhouse, and your bird."

"Bird? Is it there?"

"It's always there!"

"Um……"

Furutegawa Kamimi understands why he has been unable to see the bird's shadow recently.

After going upstairs, Youjia opened the door of her own room and waved: "Come to my room first, and you can go down when he comes back to take a shower..."

Furute Chuan held the pot and said casually: "This is a weird remark, it seems like I am going to attack him."

The spacious bedroom is as tidy as before, drinks and snacks are placed on the small round table, the window is opened with a thin slit, and the cool night breeze is blowing into the room.

Youjia opened her arms and took a deep breath, looking very relaxed and happy.

"Sit casually, do you want a Coke?"

He put down the basin in his hand and sat across from him.

"Wheat tea is fine."

Youjia opened the Coke, took a sip first, then stretched out his hand and pushed the pistachios on the table in front of him, the little feet under his buttocks moved uneasy a few times, looked at him, with Gossip tentatively asked: "Where are you and Qingkong?"

Kamito Furutekawa, who was peeling pistachios to eat, was taken aback, and subconsciously remembered the "Confidentiality Regulations", and asked a little cautiously, "What do you mean?"

"What else could it be? That one! Just that one... have you... dated?"

He tilted his head slightly, with uncertainty in his eyes, although Sanriyue said that it would take two years to wait, but he has hugged and kissed, except that he has not yet performed the most sacred ceremony of becoming a god between lovers ...So, in reality, it should already be dating, right?

But these are all in the "Confidentiality Regulations" of the two of them.

Seeing his bitter and bitter expression, Youjia understood in her heart. She reached out to pick up a Coke, covered her mouth and hiccupped: "Well, it's really hard to chase after the clear sky, you can do it!"

Furutekawa was stunned for a moment, then peeled the pistachios and ate them.

The girl casually dragged the pistachios back in front of him, pushed another plate of senbei over, and said casually, "What's for dinner? Or Qingkong?"

Furutegawa Shinmi tore open the senbei bag, and said silently, "Yes, I ate dumplings."

"Well, dumplings? That's Qingkong's specialty! Her mother used to be... well, sorry, it's nothing."

Probably because he thought he didn't know about Sanriyue's family.

These things are the scars in Sanriyue's heart, and the two of them didn't talk about it.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and even the hour hand moved a few times before I knew it.

Youjia sat obediently in the beginning, but after a long time, her true colors were revealed. She was lying sideways on the beanbag sofa, her white and slender legs curled up slightly, and she dozed off with her mouth open.

Furutegawa Shinmi, who had just closed the window, suddenly turned his head and moved his ears.

Although very slight, there was the sound of doors opening and closing in the hallway.

That boy Sorata is back!

He turned around and walked up to Youjia who was having a dream, and shook the sofa to wake her up.

The latter got up with a confused face, rubbed his eyes, and said with a blank face: "What's wrong?"

"He is back."