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Although he looks a bit thin, Koshimura Sawa is clearly the type who looks slim in clothes but muscular when undressed.
He turned his head and found Nagasaki Motoyo standing next to him, her eyes somewhat glazed over, so he reached out and waved his hand in front of her.
"Soyo?"
"Ah." Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly came to her senses and subconsciously raised the back of her hand to wipe the drool that had seeped from the corner of her mouth. "N-nothing, I just suddenly remembered something."
What should I name my child?
"I don't really feel comfortable letting you handle a knife like this..." Koshimura Sawa said helplessly, looking at her obviously absent-minded appearance.
“I am, after all, a pastor of the ‘Unity Domain’,” Nagasaki Motoyo immediately retorted. “Chopping vegetables is no problem, okay?”
All that the Realm of Unity has to offer you is the curse of the hearth...
As she spoke, she took down another apron hanging on the wall—a light-colored apron with a cute chibi bronze dragon pattern, which was obviously a matching set with the one he was wearing.
Of course, she didn't buy an extra apron specifically for this occasion. It just so happened that the supermarket was having a sale on a couple's apron, and the bronze dragon printed on it symbolized extreme loyalty to one's partner, meaning that once committed, one would stay together for life.
They really nailed the clever little details.
She unfolded her apron, bowed slightly, and put it over her school uniform. She then skillfully tied the apron behind her back into a pretty bow, her arm passing through the strap.
The apron's design perfectly accentuated her slender waist and breathtaking bust, adding a touch of gentle femininity to her soft temperament.
“Mom…” Koshimura Sawa said subconsciously.
[A. "Can women be this beautiful...?"]
【B. "Mom..."】
C. Two direct connections per week
The options had just appeared before his eyes, and before they were fully displayed, they disappeared on their own.
Wow, that's amazing! You can even predict that.
[This isn't a prediction, is it?]
"Ze-kun?" Nagasaki Sose tied her apron, looked up, and caught him in a moment of distraction. She couldn't help but smile slightly and waved her hand in front of him.
...You've really gone too far. I'm ordering you to put on an apron, no outer clothes, no underwear, and go to the kitchen pretending to cook. Then pretend you cut your hand and call me over. Otherwise, you know best what I can do.
"Ahem." Koshimura Sawa suddenly snapped out of his reverie and strategically cleared his throat. "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered...some things."
How come there's a boomerang here?
Seeing his slightly embarrassed expression, Nagasaki Motoyo's smile deepened, but she didn't expose him.
Koshimura Sawa quickly lowered his head, pretending to rummage through the plastic bag next to him for ingredients.
Tomatoes, celery, potatoes, carrots, onions, bacon... and boxed pasta.
This combination... isn't it a bit too obvious?
“Vegetable macaroni soup, right?” Koshimura Sawa looked up and asked with certainty.
"Huh?" Nagasaki Motoyo was somewhat surprised, her eyes widening slightly. "How did you know what I wanted to do?"
"Just looking at these ingredients, you can probably guess pretty accurately..."
Just like typing /recipe in the console to directly see the recipe, it's incredibly intuitive.
Anyone who's watched Mygo knows that Soyo's favorite food is vegetable pasta soup; she even used it as her phone lock screen...
However, considering that her Line profile picture is a picture of a high-end aromatherapy diffuser, it doesn't seem so strange that she uses vegetable pasta soup as her lock screen.
"Tomato and egg stir-fry, garlic vermicelli and oysters, hand-torn cabbage, smashed cucumber, and vegetable macaroni soup—it can be both a dish and a main course. That should do it." Yuecunze planned while checking the ingredients. "Sushi, what do you think?"
One is a druid with extremely low energy consumption, and the other is a priest who has been a vegetarian for a long time. They are both girls, so they probably don't eat much.
“Hmm...you can decide,” Nagasaki Motoyo smiled gently. “After all, this is your home.”
Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever actually eaten any of Ze Jun's cooking.
If even instant noodles can be made this delicious... then regular meals probably won't be bad either, right?
She saw Koshimura Sawa pull a carrot, still covered in fresh soil, from the bag and hand it to her.
"Here, chop the vegetables, it should be...no problem, right?" he said somewhat uncertainly.
"Of course, no problem." Nagasaki Motoyo reluctantly took the carrot, walked to the sink, and carefully rinsed it clean. "It seems like you have some deep misunderstanding about me..."
It's not that I'm prejudiced against you, it's just that the impression left on me by that indescribable thing from before was really too deep.
She placed the washed carrots on the cutting board, glanced briefly at the knife rack, and picked out a kitchen knife.
The moment she gripped the hilt of the knife, her entire demeanor seemed to change abruptly, and her eyes became focused and sharp.
It's like he's become a completely different person.
With swift and precise movements, a carrot was cut into small, almost identical pieces in the blink of an eye.
Seriously, is it really okay for a priest to have such good sword skills?
Yuecun Ze watched as she deftly processed an entire carrot in just a few seconds.
Although Su Shi's culinary skills were unstable and had fallen several levels, she was still undergoing rehabilitation and reincarnation, so her foundation and learning ability were still there. She wasn't a true late-rising patient who had been tortured.
Why am I suddenly experiencing phantom pain in a certain area...?
"How was it?" Nagasaki Motoyo put down her kitchen knife, turned to look at him, and smiled with a hint of smugness, as if waiting for praise.
"That's pretty impressive..." Koshimura Sawa exclaimed. "I can tell you really like vegetable pasta soup."
"Hmph." Nagasaki Motoyo gave a soft hum and said nothing more.
It's not because I like it that I did it.
It's just because... this is the best dish I've ever made.
"Ahem, but don't get too cocky," Koshimura said seriously. "The trial has only just begun! Today your task is to help me prepare all the necessary ingredients, Nagasaki. Are you confident?"
"Oh~!" Nagasaki Motoyo exclaimed energetically, then couldn't help but laugh at herself, "How silly."
"People can't always be on edge, they have to make silly mistakes sometimes." Yuecunze turned on the range hood and lit the stove, the blue flames licking the bottom of the pot happily. "Otherwise, life is so long, you won't be able to keep going."
"Although I'm reluctant to admit it, what you said seems to make a lot of sense." Nagasaki Motoyo picked up an onion and sighed helplessly. "But in that case, wouldn't I just have to do the same silly thing as you?"
“Then go ahead and do it.” Koshimura Sawa opened the package of bacon. “Anyway, I think you’re pretty cute whether you’re serious or doing something silly.”
Nagasaki Motoyo paused slightly while chopping onions, and after a long while, she muttered something in an almost imperceptible voice.
"...the same as you."
[What these two people mean is, "I like you, and you like me."]
The giraffe shut its mouth.
The olive oil poured into the pan quickly began to sizzle, gradually darkening the bacon and releasing an enticing caramelized aroma.
The rhythmic chopping sounds from the nearby cutting board could be heard, interspersed with the sounds of the two chatting and teasing each other.
The usually quiet room suddenly became noisy.
Although his home wasn't a top-floor duplex and wasn't as spacious as the Nagasaki Sue family home, he still inevitably felt the space was a bit empty when living alone.
But now, this emptiness seems to be gradually filled by something else, becoming warmer and more fulfilling.
It was as if the empty container had finally gained its own inner self.
Ruoye Mu sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, holding a glass of iced tea and sipping it slowly, her gaze fixed on the two busy figures in the kitchen.
So warm...
This feeling...
Just like... Dad and Mom...
and many more.
So who am I?
Chapter Twenty-Four: When Humanoid Stars Shine (Part Two)
"Okay, almost all of them."
Koshimura placed the steaming creamy pasta soup on the table, and the rich aroma of milk and smoky bacon immediately filled the air.
Because I didn't have time to slowly make the stock, and I didn't have any stock cubes at home... I had to settle for the less time-consuming cream version.
However, this kind of thing can't be too bad no matter how you cook it.
"I'm sorry for the poor hospitality!" He pulled off his ridiculously long headscarf and said in a childish tone.
Wait, where did this thing suddenly appear from?
Mind your own business when it comes to anime and manga.
Wakaba Mutsu sat quietly at the table, looking at the table full of tempting dishes, then glanced at Nagasaki Motoyo who was still putting the finishing touches on in the kitchen. She silently picked up the notebook that she had been keeping by her side, turned to the latest page, and held it up.
Soyo seems to dislike me now, what should I do?
"Huh?" Koshimura Sawa was taken aback.
Nagasaki Motoyo, what kind of nonsense are you stirring up now?
"Why do you say that?"
He glanced back at Nagasaki Motoyo in the kitchen, and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." Ruoye Mu shook her head gently, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
This seems a bit troublesome...
"So, you want to get along with her now, right?" Yuecun Ze thought for a moment, and based on his experience of reading countless 10,000-word analyses in his previous life, he continued to ask.
Wakaba Mu nodded vigorously.
"Then there's no problem." Koshimura Sawa breathed a sigh of relief. "Watch and learn carefully later. This is a teaching game."
"Ze-kun, aren't you eating? What are you talking about?" Nagasaki Sose walked up behind him with the last of the garlic vermicelli oysters, looking at the two whispering to each other with some curiosity.
"Haha, we've been waiting for you to come. We can only start eating when everyone's here." Yuecun Ze suddenly sat up straight.
Nagasaki Motoyo gave him a strange look, placed the plate in the center of the table, then pulled out a chair and sat down gracefully.
Just as Yuecun Ze sat down next to her, he saw a pair of chopsticks carefully placing a steaming oyster piled high with garlic sauce and vermicelli in front of him.
"Thank you for cooking, Ze-kun." Nagasaki Motoyo said with a gentle smile and a light tone, "Why don't you try my oysters? They should taste pretty good."
Because garlic vermicelli oysters are a dish that won't taste bad as long as the key garlic sauce is prepared well, after Yuecunze briefly explained the essentials, he confidently handed over the rest of the process to her.
For some reason, Nagasaki Motoyo seemed to have a strange passion for this dish, and she listened to him talk about it with exceptional seriousness.
"Ah, thank you," Koshimura Sawa quickly said.
Watching this scene, Wakaba Mutsu was stunned for a moment, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Nagasaki Motoyo and Koshimura Sawa.
He hesitated for a moment, then revealed a resolute look in his eyes.
She picked up her chopsticks, somewhat clumsily picked up another oyster, and placed it across the table in front of Yuecunze.
It was right next to the one that Nagasaki Motoyo had just squeezed.
"...Yoshimura-kun, here you go."
...well?
Wait a minute—they've already started learning?!
That's not what I asked you to learn!
"Thank you, Wakaba-kun." Koshimura could only manage a somewhat stiff smile.
well??
Nagasaki Motoyo looked up in surprise and glanced at Wakaba Mutsu, only to find that she wasn't paying any attention to her at all. Instead, she had her eyes fixed on Koshimura Sawa, staring at him intently.
"Forehead..."
Koshimura looked down at the two oysters placed in front of him, then glanced at Wakaba Mutsumi, who was looking at him expectantly, and Nagasaki Motoyo, who was smiling.
Is this another life-or-death question?