Something is wrong with Miss Yukinoshita

He hung up the phone, pretending not to notice the person behind him, and dropped the coin into the groove.

"Mochizuki Kaoru, I want to talk to you."

——Carbon.

The aluminum can hit the inner wall of the delivery port, and the boy bent down and took out the grape juice.

"Appreciate further details."

"What exactly do you want to do when you approach Kasumi Hill Shiyu?"

Mochizuki glanced at her suspiciously, as if looking at a fool.

"Mr. Qianshou, I heard that you have a very good relationship with Shiyu. You are a best-selling author with many readers. You don't even want to call me dad...you even presume guilt on me from the beginning. What did I do? What makes you distrust me so much?"

The girl did not expect that the other party would play the godfather's lines at this time, and she subconsciously picked up the conversation.

"She was the light of my life (I regard her like a jewel)... No, answer my question seriously, Mochizuki Kaoru!"

The teenager smiled, and then took out another coin.

"Caring for her, caring for her, that's what I want to do." Mochizuki Kaoru said: "Why be too wary, as Shi Yu's friend, you should send blessings to her instead of trying to tear us apart—Juice May I?"

"OK thanks."

The boy handed over a can of pineapple juice, and they leaned against the side wall of the vending machine, pulled the aluminum ring in unison, and took a sip with their heads up.

[...What's going on, why did the topic go wrong? ]

Qianshou Village Zheng fell into confusion.

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The flesh and blood were cut into fine pieces by the steel knife, and the man didn't care about it.Smiling, he wiped away the stains on his hands, then threw in the seeds, stems, leaves and fat of plants, and ravaged them all in one place.

Smoke rose from the cauldron.

He stretched out his hand, wrapped the fuzzy corpse into the soft white pouch, and pressed delicate textures on the seal.This narrow coffin was gently lifted into the cauldron, rolled, ups and downs, and then slowly returned to silence.

The air is filled with a special fragrance, mellow and mysterious, as if reflecting the vague glimpse of another civilization.

"Thank you, uncle, how long will it take?"

"It will be out soon, everyone please sit down."

Seiichiro Saiba fished the dumplings into a porcelain plate and brought them to the middle of the dining table. Masaru Senju and Shiwa Kasumigaoka had already made a uniform swallowing movement.The middle-aged man mixed a salad, opened a bottle of shochu, and looked at Mochizuki Xun aside: "Have a drink?"

"Sorry, I really don't know how to drink." The boy smiled and waved his hand, accusing him of a crime. "Use fruit juice instead."

"Alright."

The man nodded and filled himself a small cup. He raised the cup and said, "It's rare for Ah Xun to leave school so early, and usually he doesn't even come until it's almost closing time."

"I used to have club activities, but classmate Meiyuan just arrived today, and I wanted to take her to get acquainted with the surrounding area, so I was overwhelmed."

Kaoru Mochizuki filled the two ladies with fruit juice, Masaru Senju puffed up his cheeks and retorted angrily.

"Please don't call me by that name."

"Okay, Teacher Qianju."

"Xiaohua's father is Umezono Rintaro, the one who has the title of a modern literary giant." Kasumigaoka Shiwa explained with a smile: "But the relationship between father and daughter is a little delicate, so it is more appropriate to call it a pseudonym."

"No wonder you can sell your works at such a young age, you have a strong family background." Saiba Seiichiro took a sip of the spicy wine: "Promising, respect Sensei-sensei."

"You, you are overrated."

In front of the unfamiliar elders, Qianshou Murakami behaved very shy.She hesitated to touch the dumplings on the dinner plate with her chopsticks. It seems that the imprint of the squid silk for breakfast on the taste buds has not completely faded away. The girl is still skeptical about this man's work.

"If you're not used to dumplings, there are some freshly steamed."

The man stood up and stacked the cage on the dining table, wisps of white air rose from the gaps in the bamboo weaving.Mochizuki Xun couldn't wait to uncover the top bamboo cover, and the thin and pure aroma of wheat diffused in the room like this.

Inside the cage is a circle of crescent-shaped pasta, about half the size of a palm, with a fat belly and a pure white body, with a beautiful fold in the middle seal.The four people stretched out their chopsticks, each picked up one, and put it on the plate in front of them, so the faint sweet fragrance became more intense, making people look forward to what kind of deliciousness it contained.

"Try it, the fillings are all imported from Jiuxia." The man raised his chin with a little satisfaction: "Although I can't guarantee that you haven't tried it, this is my recent self-confident work."

A breath that she had never felt before filled her nostrils, and Qianju Murao could no longer hesitate. She cut the skin with the tip of her chopsticks, and the smell of meat, spices and oil was like exploding a broadsword landmine on her jaw. Straight into the head.It was a completely different feeling from the meat that I had been in contact with before. It didn't have the fishy smell of animals, but more of the mellow deliciousness and the temptation that was never restrained.

The oily juice flowed out and dripped on the bottom of the plate, rippling with indescribable meaning, the girl took a bite of the stuffing wrapped in the dough, the extremely elastic dough, the meat full of salty fragrance and grainy taste The chopped scallions used to enhance the taste filled the mouth.

During the rest of the meal, she never had time to stop chewing.

"It's amazing, what is this?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu half covered her lips, her eyes were full of surprise and intoxication.

"There is an old saying in Jiuxia, which is 'dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground'." Mochizuki smiled and refilled half a glass of pineapple juice for the girl: "Uncle has made a lot, but I suggest you leave some space in your stomach. There are a few little surprises.”

"Stay belly?"

The two shook their heads frantically.

"Can't do it!"

——Senju Murata didn't realize at all that the topic he really wanted to communicate with Mochizuki Kaoru was perfectly brought into the Mariana Trench on this day.

Group yi ⑥ Ba 17 [-] ⑦ Yiliu

Volume 102: Chapter 90 Chapter [-] 〇Current X

Many years later, standing in front of the vending machine, Masaru Senju would definitely think of that distant morning when Kaoru Mochizuki used various methods to divert the topic.

Until the beginning of the second class, the girl didn't understand what she and Mochizuki were talking about.The topic extends from the issue involving Kasumigaoka Shiwa to the types of items sold in vending machines, from men's behavioral norms to the number of times natto is stirred, from a crisis of trust to Mr. Ando's hair is a bit short, she returned in a daze In the classroom, the class bell just rang.

"This is a cunning guy. I suggest Xiaoshi keep a daily distance of at least 200 meters from him."

While sipping the barley tea after the meal, Masayoshi Senju said viciously.

"Yes, at least 200 meters, no closer."

"What the hell did Murakami talk to Ah Xun..."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu looked at her friend who hadn't seen him for a long time, dumbfounded, and always felt that she had taken gunpowder.

"It's nothing, I just questioned the motives of his behavior." The girl took a sip of barley tea, recounted the content of the conversation in a simple and objective way, and finally concluded: "I think this is a very scheming and ill-considered man." Pure guy. Xiaoshi, please be vigilant against him, and it’s best to stay away from him.”

"The way of talking is indeed in the style of Xun." Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu tilted his head: "However, Murasaki-chan, I think you treat a senior who is meeting for the first time with this attitude, Xun can still continue the conversation Going down instead of throwing face at you is already very self-restraining."

"You're right, I was the one who was abrupt." She nodded: "No matter what the purpose is, at least Mochizuki is still Xiaoshi's boyfriend...male friend, maybe I should re-examine my attitude towards him .”

Saiba Seiichiro silently washed the tableware, always feeling that he heard some terrible news.

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I don't want to keep thinking anymore.

The limbs are weak like overcooked ramen, the brain is lethargic, but the stomach has a happy feeling of fullness.There is still the smell of meat and wheat in the mouth, there is a sofa that can be sunk under the body, the evening sunshine in spring is neither hot nor dry, and the window is peaceful.

I don't want to keep thinking anymore.

The old-fashioned phonograph played soft tunes, which seemed to have the style of the French countryside in the last century.Senju Murakami was lying on the sofa, with a cat-like lazy expression on her face, she yawned, a few teardrops overflowed from the corners of her eyes, the girl who was too lazy to do anything simply closed her eyes and fell into a hazy sleepiness.

I don't want to keep thinking anymore.

The girl let her eyelids close, and gradually fell into a sound sleep.

When Xiazhiqiu Shiyu came back with his stomach straight, this was what he saw.Her best friend was nestled on the sofa in the living room of the office without grace, with the corners of his mouth slightly open, breathing evenly.

"Village sign—hiccup."

The girl who wanted to wake up the other party subconsciously covered her mouth, so she had to give up. She collapsed in the empty seat of the sofa, imitating Senju Murakami's way and squinting her eyes.

"For a period of time after a full meal, a large amount of blood will be supplied to the stomach to promote digestion, and the brain will feel sleepy due to insufficient blood." Mochizuki sat down beside Kasumigaoka Shiyu, and placed a white porcelain bowl in front of her on the coffee table.

"Since she has no stomach left and is still asleep, I can only give you the dessert after dinner."

"Ah Xun is really... bad-hearted."

"I sometimes feel that way myself."

The girl struggled to sit up and held the porcelain bowl. The cool touch was transmitted from the palm to the top of the head, which made her spirits cheer up a little.In the bowl are dark translucent pudding, amber soup, diced yellow peaches and blueberries surrounding the pudding, and a rose-shaped ice cube is placed on the pudding.There is a refreshing sweetness locked in the mouth of the bowl, not too strong, it entices the taste buds and dissipates deep in the nasal cavity and lung lobes.

She patted the bowl wall lightly, and the pudding inside trembled tremblingly.

"It's so beautiful, this is..."

"The specialty of Sichuan and Sichuan, the pronunciation of Jiuxia Mandarin is 'Jelly'." Mochizuki handed over a spoon: "I learned from Mr. Caibo. It is a new product. I have to ask Shiyu to help me try it."

"Then I won't be polite, junior."

As she spoke, she scooped up a piece of jelly with a spoon and put it into her mouth along with yellow peaches and blueberries.

"Well--"

The girl covered her cheek with one hand and couldn't help but narrow her eyes.The jelly melts in the mouth, flicks over the teeth and tongue, bursting out with rich fruity, honey and floral aromas, as well as the taste of sugar.The chewed food slides into the throat, and the just-right coolness sublimates the enjoyment brought by all the senses of touch and taste, and the full belly seems to rekindle the hunger, eager for the next bite, the next spoonful or even more, more .

When she came to her senses, the small porcelain bowl was about to bottom out.

"The juice is brown sugar and honey. I put some fresh Sophora japonica flowers at the bottom, and the jelly itself is made with peach juice." Mochizuki took a sip of hot tea: "Is it a success?"

"Yes, it is!"

She scooped up another spoonful, and suddenly realized that there was not much jelly left in the bowl, so she raised her head stiffly, and was meeting the boy's gentle eyes.

"Oh, I've eaten them all—"

"It's okay, you can do it again, the materials are..."

"But Ah Xun hasn't tasted it yet, it's not good."

Her eyes were extremely serious and firm, and the young man didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"No, this—"

"So, even if there is only one spoonful... Junior, come on, ah—"

The girl suddenly stretched out her hand, and the spoon was inserted into Kaoru Mochizuki's mouth that was opened to speak.The juice is diffused, with the aroma of fruit and the sweetness of brown sugar and honey, as well as some more beautiful and unspeakable tastes.

Qianshou Cunzheng, who was woken up, just opened his eyes and saw such a wonderful scene.

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[I... fell asleep. ]

Hearing Kasumigaoka Shiyu's voice vaguely, the girl's tone was a little playful, but the content was not clear yet.Masaru Senju forced herself to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes and saw the skirt of the girl's school uniform, the calf wrapped in black silk, and the curved half tender foot below.

[I just... fell asleep. ]

The girl supported the sofa, raised her head, and struggled to sit up.She followed the source of the sound and turned her gaze, Kasumigaoka Shiwa had already passed the spoon into Mochizuki Kaoru's mouth.

[What did I miss? ]

She couldn't believe it, and even rubbed her eyes hard.The girl had already slowly taken out the spoon, put it back into the porcelain bowl, and asked with a smile, "How is it, Ah Xun?"

"There is room for improvement, but feeding is a plus."

The boy recalled the feeling of the jelly sliding down the esophagus into the stomach pouch, and the cheek that was so close when the spoon was put into his mouth, and replied with a light smile.

[Yu, so, is Xiaoshi so proactive...]

Thousands of life village levy, into chaos.

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PS:

The author Jun tried to make jelly by himself. The taste is still very interesting, but it is still not comparable to that in the store.

Volume 103: Chapter 91 Chapter [-] Friendly, Elegant and Easy-going

A van was parked on the side of the road near the apartment building, and several men in blue uniforms moved large and small cardboard boxes out of the cargo box and sent them into the apartment building.Mochizuki looked at the "Panda Moving" LOGO printed on the car and a cartoon panda portrait, and always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"Mr. Qianshou, you won't—"

"As a neighbor, please give me more advice, Mochizuki Kaoru."

Seemingly enjoying the boy's embarrassment, Senjumura Masaru leisurely fiddled with his bandaged fingers, obviously not having any intention of building a good relationship with this neighbor.

"Hey, is Muramasa moving to...the third floor?"