Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 514 The Two's Daily Homecoming

The black sedan carrying the teenagers was stopped by its owner as it approached the apartment.

"We need to buy some things," Mochizuki Haruka said to the driver in the front seat, glancing at the shopping mall outside the car window.

"Just send it here."

Matsueda Jun opened the car door, and Mochizuki Haruka followed him out of the car—the girl liked to get out of the car with him, whether she was used to sticking to the boy's side or used to someone opening the car door for her, it was hard to tell.

The sound of a car driving away rang out behind them as they entered the supermarket. Mochizuki Haruka handed the boy her schoolbag containing her school uniform and then pushed a shopping cart from the doorway.

Mochizuki Haruka never uses a shopping basket at the supermarket; she always uses a trolley because carrying a basket is both unsightly and tiring.

"Is Mochizuki planning to cook today?" Jun Matsue asked casually.

"Hmm." The girl in the black dress nodded slightly. "We can't always have Songzhi cook, can we?"

The two headed straight for the fresh produce section. Jun Matsue watched the girl stroll leisurely in front of the vegetables, pondering what dinner would be like tonight.

"How about mushroom and scrambled egg rice for dinner?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, turning her head to him.

"No problem." The boy nodded.

So the girl walked skillfully to the shelf displaying mushrooms, glanced at them, and picked up a bag of king oyster mushrooms, a bag of shiitake mushrooms, and a bag of oyster mushrooms, all of which were the most beautiful of their kind—the young lady of the Mochizuki family only picked the freshest and prettiest vegetables when buying groceries, never looking at the price.

"Are the eggs at home almost gone?" she asked, turning around.

Jun Matsue recalled the scene when he opened the refrigerator this morning, "There were still three left."

"With pine branches around, there's no need for a memo."

The girl walked to the shelf displaying eggs, picked up two cartons of eggs, and put them in the cart.

Then came some seasoned vegetables, and Jun Matsue casually put a box of pork and chicken breast into the car—Mochizuki didn't like handling meat, so he had to pick out these things.

While queuing at the cashier, Mochizuki Haruka looked down and took out her phone. Matsueda Jun glanced at it and saw that she was actually memorizing vocabulary words.

"So diligent?" the boy asked in surprise.

"How can you get into Tokyo University if you don't study hard?" The girl glanced at him.

"Well, you still need to learn to balance work and rest, right?"

So Mochizuki Haruka put down her phone and stared intently at the boy beside her who was helping her push the cart.

"What are you doing now?" Jun Matsueda touched his face.

"I'm relaxing my eyes." The girl's gaze swept over his face.

The boy couldn't help but smile, and Mochizuki Haruka followed suit with a smile. Her smile made the cashier lower her head as she bowed.

Returning to 507 with their spoils, Mochizuki Haruka took out mushrooms from the bag and headed to the kitchen, while Matsueda Jun was responsible for stuffing the rest of the items into the refrigerator.

When he walked into the kitchen with the eggs, the girl had already rinsed the rice and was about to put it into the rice cooker.

"Matsue likes to eat rice a little harder, right?" Mochizuki Haruka turned around to confirm.

She had tied her hair up in a ponytail and changed into a black and white checkered apron. Her usual aloof demeanor had faded considerably, and she looked obedient and virtuous.

"Hmm." Jun Matsue imagined how interesting it would be if the girl wore her maid's outfit.

"That's good." She nodded. "I added a little less water, so the rice should suit your taste."

Jun Matsue watched as the girl took out a kitchen knife and sliced ​​the oyster mushrooms into sections, and the shiitake and king oyster mushrooms into thin slices. Her knife skills weren't very proficient, and her clumsy movements made her look especially adorable, especially considering her usually aloof demeanor.

After chopping the ingredients, Mochizuki Haruka took out a small dish and poured in bonito flakes, light soy sauce, mirin, and white sugar to make a sauce for stir-frying.

Next, sesame oil was heated in a wok, and once hot, the mushrooms were added and stir-fried until fragrant, followed by the sauce. While waiting for them to cook through, the girl cracked open the eggs placed to the side and stirred the egg mixture in a bowl.

"It's already quite impressive." The boy nodded in satisfaction.

Looking at Mochizuki Haruka now, it's really hard to connect her with the decadent, bound spirit who used to lie in his bedroom.

"You taught better, didn't you?" The girl looked up at him.

"It's a pity I haven't taught you how to handle meat yet," Jun Matsueda sighed. "Why are you unwilling to learn?"

Mochizuki Haruka pursed her lips, staring at the swirling egg mixture in the bowl. "Because it's disgusting. That slippery, soft texture—it's disgusting to touch, and it's disgusting to cut."

"You also have to deal with blood, organs, and tissues, it's disgusting, smelly, and troublesome!"

"That's quite convincing," the boy nodded. "But it actually tastes much better when cooked."

"No." The girl shook her head vigorously, lifted the lid of the pan and stirred for a while before pouring the egg mixture into it.

"Anyway, I'll only cook vegetables, eggs, ham, and bacon; you can handle the troublesome meats."

A few minutes later, the golden egg was half-cooked, and the black and white mushrooms emitted a fragrance. Mochizuki Haruka chopped some green onions and sprinkled them on top.

Before serving the dish, she smelled the tip of her left finger, which had a pungent smell of raw onions.

The girl wrinkled her nose in disgust and stretched her slender fingers in front of the boy's nose.

My hands have been defiled.

The mushroom and scrambled egg rice for dinner tasted great, and Jun Matsue ate a big bowl with satisfaction. She also took on the task of washing the dishes after the meal—the girl didn't like washing dishes either, because she would come into contact with all kinds of greasy stains.

When he finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, Mochizuki Haruka was already sitting at the spotless dining table with her exercise books and pencil case.

"Didn't you say you'd tutor me? You were too busy after school before, but you're free now, right?" The girl looked at him, leaning on the table.

"Alright, alright." The boy took off his apron, dried his hands, and sat down next to her. "If you had studied this hard before, you would have gotten into Tokyo University a long time ago."

"Do you think everyone is like you, able to do whatever they want?" the girl retorted.

“No, no, no.” Jun Matsueda shook his head. “I can’t play the saxophone or the piano, and I can’t win the school’s tennis championship.”

“I can teach you piano if you want to.” Mochizuki Haruka blinked. “But forget tennis, I think you look cooler playing basketball.”

"Let's talk about it later." The boy opened her workbook. "For now, let's focus on tutoring you."

The sound of pages turning.

"Hmm, I'm going to say a bit too much." He looked at the wrong answers marked with an X.

"So please be patient, Mr. Matsue~" The girl tugged at his sleeve, her eyelashes fluttering.

"I will listen carefully in class."

No wonder he wavered when faced with Tomatsu's application for permanent employment, Jun Matsueda sighed helplessly to himself.

He could hardly imagine the world without Mochizuki Haruka by his side.

(End of this chapter)