I saw the countdown to their death

Speaking of this, Miyajima Qingluan was a little strange, and said suspiciously: "The school didn't expel me, nor let me bear the medical expenses of Hideto Yamamoto, but just let me suspend school for a month... Boy, did you do something? "

Not only did the school not impose any punishment for committing such atrocities in public, but in the end Hideto Yamamoto's family did not even intend to let the Miyajima family bear the medical expenses.

In the end, the decision to suspend school for a month was called a punishment, but it was actually a disguised form of protection. After all, if he did something like this today, it would seem strange to come to school as usual tomorrow.

This kind of result is no longer partial, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a bully, even if it is an incident provoked by the other party, it is too exaggerated.

"A rich woman helped."

"Rich woman?"

Hojo Satoru put the thickened sweet and sour pork ribs on a plate, turned his head and said with a smile: "Tsukimi Sato Furin, the first-year Class A, knows, the youngest daughter of Uesaki Foundation Director Tsukimi Sato Ryuichi, and she and I are... um, Be friends."

Wind chimes in moonlight?

Miyajima Qingluan frowned slightly. Qingshan High School is an educational institution under the Suzuki Foundation, and the Suzuki and Uesaki two consortiums are inextricably linked not only in the business field, but also in many other aspects.

At the beginning of this semester, I accidentally heard from a classmate that the director of the Uesaki Foundation arranged for the little princess to enroll in Aoyama... But Hojo Satoru has only been enrolled for more than a month, and he has such a good relationship with this kind of person?

Miyajima Qingluan suddenly remembered the previous scene in the Kendo Club. It seemed that there was such a particularly beautiful girl present. She kept writing and drawing in a notebook and thought she was from Class D of the first year.

Is she the wind chime princess that the classmates said?It turned out that she was not punished because she was helping.In this way, this favor...

"Senior don't need to think too much, this is her own act, as for favors." Hojo Satoru smiled indifferently: "Don't worry about favors between friends, by the way, why doesn't Aunt Iori come over for dinner? "

"After talking with the school, people from the Jingxin Zhiliu Swordsman Academy came over. They hoped to invite my mother and me as guests. Iori was invited to the Kendo Hall as a guest, so I came here."

Hojo Wu paused for a moment, and asked in doubt: "Sure enough, he is a big shot, right? They want to recruit senior sister?"

Miyajima Qingluan shook her head slowly, "20 years ago, before I was born, my mother visited the Jingxin Zhiliu Kendo Gym and successfully defeated the then Gymnasium owner."

Whoa!Kick the hall?

Hojo Goku laughed, "Aunt Iori also knows swordsmanship?"

"Mother learns swordsmanship, and Yizhi doesn't know swordsmanship."

"Iori?"

"Well, I'm used to this name."

"juvenile."

"Ok?"

Miyajima Qingluan hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I don't want to be famous, so I rejected Mr. Momoi's proposal, only promised that they would visit regularly, and they also promised not to make a big publicity. Teacher Omori sent me an invitation from the Kendo Club. I was asked to be the head of the department, but I rejected it. After the leave of school is over, I will resign as the head of the archery department."

Hojo Satoru paused, and asked softly, "You don't hold the sword anymore?"

"I can still hold a sword, but I don't want to do any more meaningless things." Miyajima Qingluan stared at Hojo Satoru earnestly, as if something had been relieved from the bottom of his heart, and said, "From now on, I will not kill anyone again." gone."

"..."

Don't kill people?Probably not the literal meaning, although I don’t know the secret that my senior sister refuses to tell, and the persistence in my heart, but it seems that I have given up now, and even the archery department doesn’t want to continue to worry about it. After all, after experiencing life and death, I always look down on it. Some things, as long as she is happy.

Thinking of this, Hojo Satoru resumed his movements, but just as he put the last soup into the bowl, a system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Cooking skills have been upgraded, and the current level of proficiency is lv: 5. When the host makes the dishes, he wishes for happiness from the heart, and the quality of the dishes has improved. This time, some of the dishes will receive an additional 'warm' status bonus, which lasts for 12 hours."

Fuck, what the hell?Could it be a crit attack?

Hojo Satoru was stunned, put down the pot in a daze, looked at the four steaming dishes in front of him, and then used the observation technique.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs (blue quality), diners will feel 'warm' after using it, which lasts for 12 hours."

"Scallion and Ginger Shredded Chicken (Green Quality), the onion is fragrant and delicious, it is a rare delicacy."

"Stir-fried bitter gourd (blue quality), diners will feel 'warm' after using it, which lasts for 12 hours."

"Tomato and egg soup (green quality), moderately sour and salty, rich in flavor, a sip of soup before a meal, no need to go to the pharmacy, a bowl of soup after a meal, is better than a good prescription."

"Grass!"

Hojo Satoru is stupid, is the color quality a new setting?What is the warming effect? ​​Why did it suddenly add BUFF?And what the hell is the folk jingle at the end that looks so special?

The dog system is acting like a monster again, right? No... It should be the ghost of the wordless recipe.

Hojo Satoru looked at the four dishes in front of him and fell into deep thought.

So there is a chance that I will get BUFF in cooking in the future?This system is really forcing me to become a fireman, why don't I really try to find a kitchen for my next job?

The quality improvement is good, but the additional BUFF is a bit uncomfortable. This time it’s warm, so what next time?In case a estrus buff is created, will it be given to the guests?What if I roll my eyes in public, stick out my tongue and drool, wouldn't it be all over?

So, what to do now, in case something goes wrong...

"juvenile?"

"Um, ah? What, what's the matter?" Hojo Satoru turned his head a little guilty, "Senior sister, why don't we go out to eat?"

"What's wrong?"

"No big problem, just...forget it."

Hojo Satoru hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and took out the food directly. What could be wrong? The warm buff is not any other effect. Although this dog system is suspected of having a bad taste, it is not so unscrupulous, and he ate it together Well, afraid of a hammer.

As the four dishes were put on the low table one after another, Hojo Satoru moved the rice cooker out of the kitchen and put it beside him, and filled a bowl full of rice for the senior.

Miyajima Qingluan lowered her head slightly, her eyes sparkled when she looked at the four Chinese dishes on the table. She had tasted the young man's cooking before, and the style and taste were completely different from Chinese restaurants. It should be said that they were much more delicious than restaurants. many.

The sweet and sour pork ribs are brownish red in appearance, the gorgon is just right, the thick juice is shiny and sticky, the color is bright red and oily, and the sesame seeds attached to it are the finishing touch, which makes people appetite at a glance increase.

The same is true for the second hand shredded chicken. The chopped green onion and minced ginger are mixed in the evenly shredded chicken.

The third side dish is stir-fried bitter gourd. The bitter gourd is sliced ​​into thin slices with a width of four centimeters by pulling a knife. It is fried quickly because of the high heat, and because it is contaminated with cooking oil, it reflects a little bit of light and becomes more emerald green, just like a piece of A piece of emerald green, crystal clear.

The rhombus-shaped red pepper slices are dotted among them, and the red embedded in the green is like red flowers blooming in the mountains.

The last dish is tomato and egg soup. The chopped tomatoes are completely scattered. The red soup is thick but not greasy. Golden frangipani flowers are scattered in it, reflecting charming colorful spots under the light...

Miyajima Qingluan stared at the dishes on the table in a daze. It was different from what he had to deal with last night. These four dishes were all prepared by him. Because he wanted to come, he deliberately made them so rich. Not only that, but also bought drinks.

Boy...you are good to me.

Hojo Satoru also glanced at the four dishes on the table, feeling a faint nostalgia in his heart. These are all the skills that his father learned from his mother after he fell ill in the previous life. I drank soup twice, which was the first time since I was reborn.

That being the case, take a photo as a souvenir.

"Crack-"

Looking at the picture on the phone, Hojo Satoru suddenly became playful, and opened the chat software to choose Tomino and Sakamoto to send pictures... Hey, look at the craftsmanship of my buddies, you have never seen medicine cooking before!

I also sent one to Yue Jianli, she helped me several times, although I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd, I can barely treat her as a friend.

After posting, Hojo Satoru found that the senior was still in a daze, and asked suspiciously: "Eat, why don't you eat? Now it's time for the senior to help."

Miyajima Qingluan raised her head, "Well, young man, I'll help you eat together."

As she spoke, she picked up the bowl, put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into her mouth, and after chewing, her eyes immediately lit up a little, can she still do this?

The pork ribs are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, smooth and smooth, and the meat is delicious.The combination of sweet and sour taste and salty taste is not at all inconsistent. The three flavors complement each other and combine to create a wonderful delicacy...

Miyajima Qingluan didn't know how to describe the above, she only knew two words: delicious!

But then, Miyajima Qingluan was slightly taken aback, for some reason there was a warm current in her heart, she was very comfortable and at ease, she had this feeling when she first came to this small private room, but now she felt more comfortable, and even felt a sense of nostalgia.

Putting the chopsticks into his mouth, he pulled out the bone and put it on the table, and took another bite of rice into his mouth, feeling a little satisfaction again.

Miyajima Qingluan raised her head slightly, and found that the person opposite was also looking at her, and the warmth in her heart was elevated to another level.

All of this was brought to him by him, from meeting to going through death, from meeting in school after freshman, and after encountering a series of troubles, to the present time... A lot of things have happened in the past few days. A few days seemed like a long time.

There are so many things I want to talk to him, and now I finally have time.

Miyajima Qingluan stared blankly at Hojo Satoru, "Young man, eat well."

"It's not that the teenagers are delicious, but the ribs are delicious."

"Well, the ribs are delicious."

Hojo Satoru complained angrily, and at the same time he was slightly relieved. Senior sister can brew a piece of pork ribs for a long time, and it looks like a delicacy. I really thought there was something wrong with eating.

Opened the observation technique and saw that there was an extra entry.

"Status: Her heart is wrapped in warmth for 12 hours."

But senior sister's unintentional little move is too cute, right?The senior sister didn't know how she got such a temper, she could see joy, anger and sorrow from her Sanwu's face, but she just couldn't see joy, didn't Aunt Miyajima look quite normal.

But it's just this kind of indifferent face that doesn't match Meng at all. Occasionally, a small movement will have a strong sense of contrast, just like she just nodded to correct herself and said, 'Well, the ribs are delicious. '

It's just so cute! ! !

Is it really so delicious?

Hojo Satoru picked up a piece of ribs, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. Well, there is no light salt, and the sweetness and sourness are not too bad. It seems that the handicraft is not unfamiliar... But why can't I feel the warmth?

"juvenile."

"Ok?"

Miyajima Qingluan put some chicken shreds on the rice, took a small bite of the rice, swallowed the rice before saying, "Are you different from ordinary people?"

"what?"

Hojo Satoru also took a mouthful of rice and said vaguely, "What's the difference?"

"Japanese men generally don't know how to cook or do housework." Miyajima Qingluan thought for a while and added: "Not only can you do it, but you can do it better than many women."

It’s really like this. Although Japan has home economics classes, they are just dealing with the Ministry of Education and Culture. As long as they are not too outrageous in the exam, they will not be failed. Girls will study this class very hard, and boys will be very casual.

After all, the traditional concept is deeply rooted in the bone marrow. In most families, the husband will not do any housework. Even a chef who is engaged in the catering industry will not cook at home.The husband is only responsible for going to work to make money, and the wife is responsible for all housework.

Japanese housewives have no source of income, only the salary given by their husbands every month, so they treat housework as work. If the work is not done well, the husband will complain, and even slowly pay less money.

This is the origin of Japanese "professional housewives", and it seems that Japanese men are not so considerate.

Hojo Satoru thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Sister, are you praising me?"

"Young man, you are fine."

Miyajima Qingluan first affirmed the 'praise', then took a piece of bitter gourd and chewed it in his mouth, and after swallowing it, he continued: "The food you cook is delicious, better than any Chinese food I have ever eaten. Same, I like to eat your cooking."

"Like to eat? If you like to eat, eat more."

Gojo Hojo said cheerfully: "I still have a lot of special skills that I haven't shown yet, just let me know if you want to eat the food I cook."

Miyajima Qingluan's eyes lit up, "Is it okay?"

She doesn't have any foodie attributes. She used to have good taste in food, but the boy's cooking seems to have a kind of magic power. The first time he fed him soup, she felt delicious. During the dinner last night, His fried green pepper fried meat is also super good.

Now that he really showed his skills, he felt amazing.

"Yes, why not, but I have to wait until I find a job. Senior sister also knows that I am short of money recently." Hojo Satoru stuffed a handful of chicken shreds into his mouth, took another big mouthful of rice, and said vaguely: "Okay It's a little more relaxed for a while, it doesn't matter if senior sister comes to eat every day."

Miyajima Qingluan frowned slightly, munching on a piece of pork ribs and fell into deep thought.

I already know about my aunt's illness, and I also know that all the scholarships are sent home. The expenses of the past few days, including the [-] yen I gave myself, plus today's ingredients, I guess I really have no money.

then what should we do?How can I help him?

I probably won't ask for money directly, and my family is not very rich. Although it was a big family a long time ago, it has long since fallen, and now it can only be regarded as an ordinary family.

The boy's craft is so good, he should give full play to his strengths, but if he works part-time, he can only maintain his life, and he will still be very nervous...

"Hey, senior sister, what are you thinking?"

Hojo Satoru shook the ceramic bottle containing amazake, "Would you like to have a toast?"

"cheers?"

Miyajima Qingluan recovered from her contemplation, looked at the bottled sweet wine, and suddenly thought of the injury on Hojo Satoru's back, worried: "Your injury..."

"It's okay, just a little sweet rice wine." Hojo Satoru twisted his body exaggeratedly, and said with a smile: "Look, it doesn't hurt at all now."

Miyajima Qingluan nodded slightly after thinking for a while, raised the ceramic bottle containing fermented glutinous rice, and touched it lightly... Fermented glutinous rice is not considered alcohol, and I have never drank alcohol before. very funny.

"Don't be dazed, say something?"

"Say something... what?" Miyajima Qingluan was stunned. She had never clinked glasses before drinking fermented glutinous rice, so she didn't know what to say.

Seeing how unmoved senior sister was, Hojo Satoru felt quite amusing, and said with a smile, "For a new life?"

"For a new life?"

Miyajima Qingluan repeated the sentence expressionlessly, and then his eyes flickered, "Cheers?"

"cheers!"

The two small porcelain bottles touched again, and Hojo Satoru raised his head and took a sip of sweet wine, giving out a satisfied admiration.