Weather Blade

"Kyojuro, good morning~"

In the early morning when the sun just peeked out from the sky, the Murakami restaurant was not yet open for business. A girl in a patched dark brown plaid kimono opened the wooden door and said hello to the boy who had just walked to the door and hadn't had time to raise her hand to knock on the door. .

"Good morning, Miss Miko!" Quietly withdrew the hand he was about to reach out, Purgatory Kyojuro straightened his back unconsciously, and greeted the visitor with full of energy, "Today's breakfast is also troublesome!"

"No problem, please come in." Taking into account the small gestures of the visitor, Qianqing pursed the corners of her lips, trying not to let her smile show too clearly, "The lady boss made sweet potato miso soup this morning~"

"Really! That's really exciting!"

Hearing this, the boy's golden red eyes became brighter, and he couldn't wait to follow Qian Qing into the room.

However, even in this small antechamber where he can walk the entire distance in three or four steps, where there are six chairs everywhere, he still keeps a proper half-step distance from the girl in front, neither combing Nor is it intimate.

For this, Qianqing only found it interesting.

When she just woke up a month ago, she was still not so clear-headed. After subconsciously saying that sentence, she actually wanted to beat herself up, but then she saw this generous young man blushing, as if he was cooked. You, you, me, me, me, and me are like shrimps for a long time, and I was stunned for a long time without being able to say a word, so I thought it was kind of fun.

Of course, she later apologized for her slip of the tongue, saying that it was just nonsense when her mind was not clear. She didn't take it to heart at all... However, the distance he subconsciously pulled away afterwards is enough to prove that her words that day left an indelible scar on the heart of this innocent young man.

So, in order to 'help' him learn to get along with girls of the same age as soon as possible, Qianqing deliberately called him Xing Shoulang just like the proprietress.Anyway, this was one of the options he had offered before, so it wasn't rude.

"Good morning, Anjurou."

Because in the month since then, the young man has come to the store to report almost every morning due to work transfers, and the Murakami proprietress has also become acquainted with this honest young man who is generous and upright.He was not polite when he came in, and he was still busy in the kitchen, so he only raised his voice to say hello to him.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, you can wait outside first."

"Okay, sorry for your inconvenience!"

That being said, Purgatory Xingshou Lang didn't intend to just sit down, but walked to the back kitchen habitually, intending to help hand over the plate and serve something.

However, this time, when he walked to the back kitchen, he was surprised to find that all the dishes had been set, and then the girl who squeezed into the back kitchen from beside him directly picked up the tray and raised her chin to signal him to hurry up. Click out.

"My injury is almost healed, and I can do my daily work without any problems. I don't need the help of you, Xing Shoulang."

"That's what you said, can you move the rice bucket over there?" For Qianqing, who proudly let go of her rhetoric, Murakami's proprietress was a little helpless, "Don't say that your injury has not healed yet, just healed, your matchstick Even the same thin arms can't lift big things?"

"What, it's rare that I'm a bit motivated to work, Mrs. Murakami, why are you trying to discourage my enthusiasm?" Qianqing picked up the tray, and stared dissatisfiedly at the lady who suppressed her enthusiasm, "I'm working seriously to resist eating Don’t be reckless about the accommodation fee.”

"Yes, I know."

The proprietress, who was busy adding sweet potato miso soup to the soup bowl, didn't even lift her head, she replied casually perfunctorily, and Qian Qing, who was so angry that she walked to the door with the tray, waved her back secretly twice Right fist, but because he overestimated the strength of his one hand, he almost knocked over the tray.

"Be careful!" The golden-red whirlwind swept over, firmly supporting Qianqing's unsteady tray, "Murakami's lady boss carefully prepared dishes, it would be a waste if they were knocked over!"

The boy holding the tray firmly in his right hand stretched out his left hand, and pulled the cuff of the right hand of the slightly embarrassed girl forward, asking her to hold the tray with both hands again.

The strength of the movements is neither light nor heavy, and it is very natural, as if I just did a small favor, and then quickly changed the topic to other places.

"But Miss Miko, you are really amazing! Such a serious injury can be healed within a month. Ordinary people can never do this!"

Picking up the rice bucket that was specially prepared for him in the corner, Purgatory Xingshourou and Qian Qing walked to the front hall together.

"It's so-so. I'm far behind you, Xing Julang, whose right leg was caught by a tiger's paw and three days later, he was alive and kicking~"

"Haha! My situation is quite special, Miss Miko, you don't have to care about comparing yourself with me."

"I don't mean to compare..."

Putting her own tray on the table, Qianqing glanced at the rice that was about to pile up in the big bowl on the opposite tray, and couldn't help sneaking suspicious glances at the standard muscular figure of Purgatory Kyojuro for the umpteenth time.

After eating so much, where did he hide it in his stomach?

"Okay, thank you both for your help, please don't look at each other affectionately, sit down and eat." After she came out with her own meal, the proprietress sat down indifferently without saying hello, " It's time to open the store soon, respected Miss Miko, didn't you still clamor last night that you need to use your labor to pay off the debt?"

"I know, it won't be delayed! I have a measure."

Being reminded of some serious business, Qian Qing picked up her chopsticks, planning to make a quick fix for breakfast, and then do a series of unskilled tasks such as washing dishes, cleaning tables, doors and windows.

In front of the steaming and delicious breakfast, the three people with different thoughts reached a consensus temporarily. However, since the most lively of the three has no habit of eating without talking, apart from the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, there will be intermittent noises during the meal. There was the muffled sound of the wooden barrel lid being opened and closed, and there were countless light gossips such as "This is too salty to taste yesterday" and "Xing Julang, do you eat natto? I'll give you this."

"I'm full! Thanks for the treat!"

Almost when Qianqing swallowed the last piece of crunchy pickled radish, Purgatory Kyojuro, who had eaten most of the bucket of rice by himself, put down the bowl contentedly, put his hands together with a snap, and said sincerely, " thanks for treatment!"

Once again, he failed to surpass him... But what is the structure of Xing Julang's body?It's fine if he can eat food that is almost ten times the size of his stomach, but he can still eat it at such a fast speed and at the same time as she who only ate one-twentieth of his food?This is no longer something humans can do, right? !

Forget it, I still have business to do today, so let's not think about this unsolvable mystery.

"Just do it when you're full. You practice swinging a knife. I don't need your help here today."

Knowing that she couldn't beat this boy who was as dazzling as the sun and as inflexible as the sun in terms of strength or conviction, Qianqing decided to act first, and when he put down the bowl, she directly pulled his wrist towards the door. drag.

"Come and rest after practice, I've already laid the bedding for you."

"Well... then thank you very much!"

Although it is easy to resist the girl in front of him with his own strength, but because he didn't want to brush off the other party's enthusiasm, he glanced at the proprietress who was putting away the bowl and nodded slightly to him, and Purgatory Xingshourou took advantage of the situation and let himself be pulled to the door , opened the door and went out.

But before he left, he still asked the question routinely: "Miss Miko, can't you tell me your name today?"

"No! I haven't figured it out yet, let's talk about it next time!"

Giving the exact same answer as before without any hesitation, Qianqing quickly closed the door, shutting the boy's slightly troubled smile from the door.

"It's just a name. It's hidden. Is it possible that you are afraid that someone will follow your name to chase you down?"

After getting along for a month, the proprietress Murakami also saw the innocent and harmless nature of this little tempered miko lady.As soon as the subjective impression was increased, the proprietress began to feel that the person who made her into such a miserable state was too much, so she cautiously tried to test it out, hoping to help her solve it while the purgatory Xingjurou, who is not simple in his skills, is still there. this problem.

"That's not true." Qianqing didn't seem to notice the deep meaning in the proprietress's words. After closing the door and turning around, she put a finger on her chin, thought hard for a while, and then replied with some uncertainty, "It should be something like The unique troubles of adolescent girls? It’s a bit difficult to explain to you, the proprietress.”

"...the oil was splashed on the stove when I was frying fish in the morning. Go and clean it up. Remember to wipe it off with some soap locusts." Miss Miko who healed, "Wipe the floor too, don't be lazy, the sanitation of the kitchen is a major issue related to the survival of the restaurant!"

"It's obvious that there are only various red bean snacks and sugar water on the menu, what kind of restaurant is it?"

Qian Qing, who was assigned as the most hated buddy, puffed her mouth unhappily, muttered a few words in a low voice at a volume where Mrs. Murakami could faintly hear some key words, and then quickly slipped into the kitchen before she raised her eyebrows to scold, and turned on the faucet to Overwhelming the sound of the outside, filled the wooden basin with water, then wet the rag, and started the first day of work as a coolie.

……

"I can't tell, you girl can still work."

Because the skin of Qianqing's hands is white and tender, without even a thin callus, Murakami thought she was a young lady who didn't touch the spring water with her fingers, but she didn't expect that she was a little slow in cleaning the kitchen, and other than that, she did a good job of cleaning and tidying up. It looks good, and the proprietress, who thought she had to rework it a little earlier, was relieved.

"Miss Murakami, you call me Miss Miko every day, but you actually don't know what the Miko is going to do?" After cleaning and drying her hands, Qianqing brought her hands that were slightly red from the cold water to her mouth and breathed, somewhat vaguely. He replied, "Miko is not a job that just needs to dance in the dance hall to pray to the gods, and then sit on the cushions in the room and weave knots."

"Cleaning the temple, preparing offerings to the gods, meditating... There are many other boring things." Someone who is clearly still a current priestess belittled this noble job as soon as he opened his mouth, "Not even Mrs. Murakami It’s fun for you to open a red bean shop like this.”

"Leave aside the disrespect to the gods in your words, why do I always feel that your last sentence is not praising me but mocking me?"

After chewing the last sentence twice, the proprietress looked suspiciously at Qian Qing who was moving towards the door step by step.

"It's almost time to open the door! I'll open the door now and go see how Xing Julang is doing!"

Qian Qing, who had already touched the doorknob, quickly opened the door and used a wooden stick to block it. As soon as she stepped forward with her right foot, she wanted to slip, but she stopped for some reason. From the perspective of the proprietress, she could only vaguely see her helplessly The mouth bulged out the apple cheeks which had become much thinner.

"I'm back!" The figure rushing back from the muddy path leading to the back mountain brought a burst of smoke and dust, like a shooting star across the sky, shining extremely even in the daytime, "Huh? Miss Miko, are you waiting for me?" ?"

"Hmm...well." Looking at the boy's sweat-soaked temple hair sticking to the side of his face, his bright red eyes after exercising, and the scorching sweat coming from the pavement across the threshold, Qianqing rolled her throat, Swallowing back the words, he replied vaguely, "Welcome back, Xing Shoulang."

The author has something to say: It's over, I think this memory needs to write at least five chapters...