Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK.

Chapter 161 It was obviously me first [5K7]

"Hmm...why do I feel like this hot pot tastes weird?"

It's twelve o'clock noon, lunch time, at the Watanabe family's dining table.

The saintly lady sitting next to Watanabe Yu put down her chopsticks and looked at the boiling hot pot in front of her with a puzzled look.

She had just eaten a piece of tender beef.

To be fair, the taste and cooking time of this piece of tender beef were just right, but compared to the taste in her memory, she always felt that it was a little lacking.

But she couldn't tell exactly where the difference was.

"The hot pot base was bought at the beginning of this month, and the production date was May this year."

Watanabe Yu put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up the bottle of vinegar beside him, and poured some into his dipping sauce bowl.

He had thought that he would not need to add vinegar today.

But after just a few bites, the spicy taste went straight to his brain along the tip of his tongue, and even sweat broke out on his forehead.

"That's not what I meant. There's something wrong with my description just now. Um - maybe it's more appropriate to say that I always feel that this hot pot is a little bit lacking compared to the last hot pot. It just doesn't taste right."

Amemiya Ayana raised her eyes and looked at Watanabe Yu.

"Of course, it's delicious, but... it feels like something is missing compared to last time."

"Is it the sauce?"

Watanabe Yu handed the vinegar to Hamabe Ryoko. This girl had challenged herself today and was now suffering the bitter fruit of failure. Her little face was flushed red from the spiciness.

"It's possible." The Saint Lady nodded thoughtfully, "You helped me prepare the dipping sauce last time, but I prepared it myself this time. Maybe something went wrong at this step?"

This was the only possibility she could think of.

The hot pot base is the same, she is very sure about this. After all, when she went to the kitchen to help, she took a look at the packaging bag of the hot pot base, and the pattern on it was exactly the same as she remembered.

"Then try mine."

Watanabe Yu pushed his dipping sauce bowl in front of her and motioned for her to try it.

"Ah."

The Saint Lady didn't hesitate to take a piece of beef and wrapped it in his dipping sauce bowl. Then she placed it in front of herself on a plate. After blowing on it gently, she put the beef into her mouth.

The flavors of dips and hotpot blossomed on her tongue.

The next moment, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Right!
This is the taste!

"Do you want me to make you another one?"

Watanabe Yu looked at the Saint Lady.

"Don't bother, I'll just use yours."

Amemiya Ayana shook her head, picked up her own pair of serving chopsticks, and put another piece of beef into his dipping sauce bowl.

This was a rare opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, and she couldn't let it slip away.

Just like what she said to Hamabe Ryoko.

That contract merely ensured that none of them would be completely eliminated.

Under this premise, the rest depends on one's own ability.

"..."

Hamabe Ryoko silently put a piece of seasonal vegetables into her bowl with chopsticks and frowned unconsciously.

She seemed to... No, she just miscalculated.

She not only underestimated the Saint's ability to act, but also misjudged the Saint's logic of action.

Sure enough, Ayana Amamiya is still the same Ayana Amamiya.

"If two people use one dip, it will go away quickly."

She raised her eyes and looked at Amamiya Ayana.

"As time goes by, the flavor of the hot pot base will become stronger, until it completely covers the flavor of the dipping sauce, so I think I should get another portion, it won't take more than a few minutes."

Her tone was sincere and there was no flaw in her expression.

"Ryoko, for a gourmet, when a feast is placed in front of you, you will not and cannot leave without permission. This is disrespectful to the food and the desire for food."

Amamiya Ayana started talking nonsense seriously.

Then she winked at Hamabe Ryoko.

She knew what Hamabe Ryoko meant, and she also understood that this girl, who was one year older than her, was jealous, but so what?
On the basis of that contract, they are competitors.

Just like she would do those things afterwards.

No matter how uncomfortable Ryoko Hamabe was, she would still do it.

If you don't fight for happiness yourself, do you have to rely on others to give it to you? If you really wait for others to give it to you, who knows how long you will have to wait.

"I'll take it seriously."

Ryoko Hamabe rolled her eyes and took this lesson to heart.

She must remember that internally, they are 'rivals in love'.

She could no longer let her guard down towards Amemiya Ayana, as the latter was too good at making excuses and reasons. The most important thing was that this seemingly cold saint lady was particularly good at acting like a spoiled child.

That kind of soft-spoken and coquettish behavior is hard for boys, not to mention girls, to resist.

"Hmm~"

Amemiya Ayana responded and put the beef into her mouth.

Where is this?

She knew exactly how to close the distance between herself and Mr. Troll.

Sharing a dipping bowl like we are doing now is just a matter of convenience, and it's not even an appetizer.

"You, try this."

Ryoko Hamabe picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of thinly sliced ​​pork belly, and put it into Watanabe Yu's bowl.

You have a good plan, I have a ladder to cross the bridge.

"it is good."

Watanabe Yu picked up the pork belly in the bowl with chopsticks, dipped it in the dipping sauce bowl, and then put the meat into his mouth.

In fact, when eating hot pot, he personally doesn’t like to eat pork belly, because the pork belly in hot pot restaurants is mostly cut thicker and contains a higher proportion of fat, at least that’s the case in the hot pot restaurants he has visited.

But this piece of pork belly is cut quite thinly, and because it has been marinated in advance, the taste can be said to be quite good.

"good to eat!"

He put down his chopsticks and gave a thumbs up.

There is no doubt that this knife skill was made by Ryoko Hamabe.

If she could improve further, she might consider working abroad and apply for the position of a meat cutter at the famous Li Zhuang white meat restaurant.

"As long as you are satisfied." Hamabe Ryoko breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said the following words very naturally, "This pickling method is also the first time I have tried it. It seems that the owner of the shopping street did not fool me."

When she talked to her grandmother on the phone some time ago, her grandmother specifically reminded her of this.

To be nice to someone, you can't just bury your head and give without thinking. You have to speak out and let the other person know.

If you just give but don't speak it out loud or tell the other person, then everything is equal to zero.

Also, when you are speaking, you cannot use a tone that sounds too serious.

Not only will that put pressure on people, it will also easily cause them to dislike you.

So the best way is to express your "sacrifice" in the most natural tone possible, or in a joking or witty tone.

Your efforts will only be meaningful when the other party knows it.

"The owner of the shopping street also knows this?"

Watanabe Yu was stunned for a second, a little surprised.

"Yes, it's the shopping street we often go to, the fat-looking uncle with an infectious smile."

Ryoko Hamabe stretched out two fingers, pressed them against the corners of her lips, applied a little force, and imitated the uncle's brilliant smile.

But compared to the shop owner's smile, her smile at this moment seemed much cuter.

"Oh! Is it the one next to the seasonal vegetable shop?"

Watanabe Yuu reacted immediately.

They basically bought their pork there, and the other party would give them small gifts from time to time.

"That's right." Hamabe Ryoko nodded and said jokingly, "I also heard him mention this pickling method by chance. I asked him about it almost seven times. He told me this method only after he repeatedly promised not to tell anyone else and to make it himself.

"Hmph, when I have some free time, I will definitely open a hot pot restaurant or a barbecue restaurant and use his method to earn gold coins."

"Then remember to tell me when the time comes, and I will invest in you."

Watanabe Yuu looked at Hamabe Ryoko with a smile.

"Sure, but if you want to invest, why don't you be the store manager? I'll be in charge of the kitchen, and if we work together, we'll definitely become famous!"

Hamabe Ryoko said this with great interest.

In fact, she originally wanted to let him be the boss and she would be the boss's wife, but the current atmosphere was not appropriate.

Once this sentence is uttered, the atmosphere will definitely be wrong, and it will be extremely difficult to bring it back to normal.

"Rather than working hard, I prefer to just lie down. I don't want to work hard anymore, President Ryoko."

Watanabe Yu put another piece of pork belly into the bowl with his chopsticks.

"I will work hard!"

Hamabe Ryoko clenched her fist with great enthusiasm and said this.

then……

The two of them smiled at each other and immediately failed.

"You two are talented comedians." Amamiya Ayana pursed her lips and muttered something with a double meaning, "You are so in sync with each other."

Apparently, during the time she was away, Ryoko did a lot to close the distance between herself and Mr. Troll.

However, she has never underestimated her enemies, so overall, the problem is not a big deal.

"It's an idea, but it depends on Yuu's opinion."

Hamabe Ryoko pretended not to understand and echoed the words, then kicked the ball to Watanabe Yu.

"Personally, I think... we should eat first. The beef is almost overcooked. Besides, why don't you guys eat the tripe?"

Watanabe Yu glanced at the two of them and asked with some confusion.

He commissioned Ryoko to buy the tripe, but neither the latter nor the Saint Lady seemed to be very interested in it.

"I'm a little afraid to get off."

Amemiya Ayana put down her chopsticks and held up her chin, with a hint of caution on her fair face.

"Mr. Troll, you haven't given the order yet, how dare we move?"

She pretended to be aggrieved.

"hehe."

Watanabe Yu rolled his eyes. He definitely didn't believe that.

His hometown is a 5A-level scenic spot, the famous Lao Zishudao Mountain. How could he not understand this!

“Actually, I don’t really understand how to eat this.”

Hamabe Ryoko said this aptly. She was thinking about this when she was cutting just now.

"It's very simple. Just put it in the hot water and it will be ready in no time."

Watanabe Yu picked up the serving chopsticks and the colander beside him and began to demonstrate.

"Speaking of which, You is going to record a song tomorrow, right?"

Looking at the boiling hot pot, Amamiya Ayana naturally asked this question.

"Yes."

Watanabe Yu put the blanched black tripe into his dipping sauce bowl, then raised his eyes to look at Hamabe Ryoko and Amemiya Ayana, giving them a questioning look.

"Just a little bit, let me taste it first."

Hamabe Ryoko was the first to answer.

"me too."

Amemiya Ayana gave the answer a step slower.

In this regard, she is quite similar to Ryoko and is more cautious about food she has never tasted.

"Ok."

Watanabe Yu put a piece of noodle into the bowls of Hamabe Ryoko and Amemiya Ayana, and used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece for each of them. He put the rest into his own dipping sauce bowl.

"But why are you asking this all of a sudden, Ayana?"

After tasting a piece of tripe that he had not eaten for a long time, he looked up at Amamiya Ayana.

"I at least need to know if you'll be home for dinner tomorrow." The Saint Lady met his gaze calmly and turned the topic to Hamabe Ryoko. "It's easier to cook this way, what do you think, Ryoko?"

"Yes."

Ryoko Hamabe nodded, then picked up the tripe from the bowl. After hesitating for a moment, she closed her eyes and stuffed the tripe into her mouth.

next moment.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

This, oh vaguely!

The food that looks black is not bad at all. On the contrary, it has an indescribable wonderful taste.

Crunchy and chewy.

"I guess he won't come back for dinner." Watanabe Yuu thought for a moment and stuffed another chopstick of tripe into his mouth. "There are a lot of songs to record."

This time, there are quite a few songs to record. In addition to the Japanese song, he also plans to record a few more Chinese songs so that he can listen to them when he has nothing to do.

"Okay, then tomorrow it will just be me and Ryoko."

Ayana Amamiya also put the chopsticks of tripe in her bowl into her mouth.

The next second, she picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up two slices of tripe, and put them into the boiling pot.

"To be precise, you're the only one." Hamabe Ryoko showed an apologetic expression, "I have to go to work tomorrow, Ayana."

"Well, one person is one person."

Amamiya Ayana pursed her lips and added this in a very childish tone.

Watanabe Yu and Hamabe Ryoko looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Remember to come back early." The Saint Lady glanced at Watanabe Yuu, then at Hamabe Ryoko, "I'm a little afraid of the dark."

fake.

She is not afraid of the dark at all.

The reason I said this is just because I wanted to say it to Mr. Troll.

But due to the occasion, she had to bring Ryoko along as well.

"I'll be back sooner."

Watanabe Yu agreed.

He hadn't planned to stay with Yuki for long. He would come back after finishing his business.

"Then I won't have to work overtime tomorrow."

Ryoko Hamabe thought about it, took out her cell phone and sent a message to the store manager.

"I'm a little touched. What should I do?"

When the Saint Miss saw that it was almost done, she picked up the two slices of tripe she had picked up and put them into her bowl.

"Then please treat us to a meal some other day."

Watanabe Yu and Hamabe Ryoko said this in unison.

"sure."

Amamiya Ayana nodded.

Just a meal.

Besides, such a meal might be a good opportunity to do some adaptive drills in advance.

While the Watanabe family was happily eating hot pot, Yuki Hayakawa was also eating lunch at the Hayakawa family's dining table.

But compared to the hotpot over there, the one here is obviously much more monotonous.

"So how long is your agreed time? Does mom need to leave? Will you eat at home for lunch? Or will you go out for lunch?"

After taking a small bite of the extremely healthy sandwich, Naoko Hayakawa asked a bunch of questions in one breath like a machine gun.

"The agreed time is 9am. It doesn't matter whether you are here or not, mom. We are just recording the song. As for lunch, I'm not sure. It depends on whether the recording goes smoothly."

Yuki Hayakawa picked up the mineral water on the table, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

This sandwich is healthy, with carbohydrates, protein, and seasonal vegetables, but the taste is really not that good.

It gave her an indescribable feeling of eating grass.

But who made her agree to it? She accompanied Naoko Hayakawa to eat fat-reducing meals for two days.

"Ok."

Naoko Hayakawa put down the sandwich in her hand and picked a crystal grape and put it in her mouth.

"Have you ever thought about asking him out? Or in exchange for helping with the song recording, there should be a date or something like that, right?"

She began to persuade him step by step.

She was really afraid that her precious daughter would not be able to adapt and would just record the song foolishly.

Such a great opportunity to be alone together must be seized.

"I told him all this. As payment for recording the song, he will treat me to a meal alone afterwards."

Yuki Hayakawa took another bite of her sandwich.

Well, she was sure that it was tasteless.

"That's right!" Naoko Hayakawa nodded in satisfaction, and then reminded her daughter as if she remembered something, "Recording a song is also an opportunity. To use the words of you young people, this should be called... a home date?"

Anyway, in her opinion, such solitude, as long as handled properly, can leave a deep impression on boys.

"I think so too."

Yuki Hayakawa put down the sandwich, picked up a slice of watermelon, and started eating it in small bites.

Isn’t the interval between recording songs the best time to get closer to each other?

Just chat, talk about gossip, talk about daily life in class, talk about each other's lives, won't the distance naturally become closer?

only……

She hasn't figured out what she should do when recording the song.

"In fact, it's fine to come normally. There's a long way to go. What do you think?"

Hayakawa Naoko said this as if she could see what her daughter was thinking.

“I think it might be a little slow.”

Yuki Hayakawa found this statement somewhat unacceptable.

"How could that be? As long as the method is right, a simple encounter can also be impressive, let alone an encounter like this where you have plenty of time alone."

Naoko Hayakawa thought about it and gave her daughter some advice.

"Being a little coquettish and showing your cute side might be a good entry point and a plus point."

She has great confidence in Yuki.

Even Ayana Amamiya and Ryoko Hamabe are very beautiful.

In her eyes, her daughter can compete with them!

"Are you acting like a spoiled brat?"

Yuki Hayakawa lowered her eyebrows thoughtfully.

"Yes, generally speaking, boys can't do anything about girls' coquettishness." Hayakawa Naoko paused, "You is the type of person who obviously responds to soft words and not hard ones, so this is even more true."

"I understand."

Yuki Hayakawa nodded.

She had actually thought about the idea her mother told her, but she was not as sure as her mother said.

After all, in her opinion, Ryoko was good at sneaking around, but as for Ayana, she could hardly imagine that a girl like that would act coquettishly to someone in a soft voice.

The main reason is... it's too contrasting.

"You can think about it again. Anyway, just remember one sentence. Don't be too deliberate. Be natural. This can be said to be an innate ability of girls."

Naoko Hayakawa gave another reminder, feeling worried.

The most frightening thing about acting like a spoiled child is overdoing it.

"I will."

Yuki Hayakawa adopted a serious tone and gave an affirmative answer again.

"Anyway, come on." Naoko Hayakawa picked up the sandwich. "I don't think this is very tasty. What do you think?"

"It's true that it doesn't taste good, but isn't this a fat-reducing meal? This is what a fat-reducing meal is like."

Yuki Hayakawa took over the conversation.

"I regret that I shouldn't have said I would eat a fat-reducing diet for a few days."

Naoko Hayakawa took a bite of the sandwich and showed a look of despair.

"Hold on a little longer. If you count the time, it will be over tomorrow. Come on!"

Yuki Hayakawa encouraged her mother.

"come on!"

Naoko Hayakawa responded weakly.

"By the way, how far have Ryoko and Yuu progressed?"

She asked with some curiosity.

"……do not know."

Yuki Hayakawa looked away, feeling a sour taste in her heart.

Ryoko is really good at sneaking away!
A pure thief!
She was obviously the one who came first!
But tomorrow is my home court!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel much better.

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