Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

But he didn't seem to have that much of a rich person's airs, and he treated me, the tenant, much better.

Perhaps this is one of the differences in Western culture, where landlords may even have breakfast with their tenants.

—Although Uesugi didn't pay.

He tried to strike up a conversation and asked:

"Mrs. Margaret, the Mr. Hanamaru you just mentioned, are you referring to Hanamaru Yuzuki?"

"Yes, Mr. Hanamaru and her sister stayed with me for a while. They were very kind young people."

My uncle's older sister is Hanamaru Hazuki, who is Hanabi's aunt.

It seems her daughter is also studying here with Hanabi.

Mrs. Margaret wiped her mouth lightly with a tissue: "Mr. Uesugi came here to take Miss Hanamaru back to Tokyo, right? Hmm, Yuzuki told me."

"Yes."

"Did you tell her your purpose?" Mrs. Margaret noticed the ring on his ring finger, the same one she had seen on Hanabi Hanamaru's hand before.

"She...seems unwilling to come back with me."

"She rejected you?" Mrs. Margaret looked incredulous, then said, "When she came to stay with me, I often saw her thinking about you. I understand what it looks like when a girl is missing someone."

"Perhaps...she has something else on her mind."

Even after finishing what was supposed to be breakfast, Uesugi Kai was still wondering why she had been rejected.

Did I speak too quickly?

He immediately stated his purpose as soon as he got off the plane, which Hanabi Hanabi, who was trying to adapt to the environment, suddenly found it hard to accept.

Hanabi lives on the street across the street, and during a conversation with Mrs. Margaret, she learns that her cousin also lives there.

That was also the lady's house.

###Chapter 229 Daily Life in London###

On the second floor, the afternoon sun streamed gently into the room.

The potted plants on the desk reflected a clear light, and the paintings on the wall appeared bright and clear.

Most of them are watercolor landscape paintings, including the lake surrounded by red maple trees.

Just as I expected, Hanabi Hanamaru was still sleeping in at this time.

Fair, delicate feet peeked out from the foot of the bed, exposed to the beam of light shining through the window.

She hugged the quilt tightly, her hair was slightly messy, but her lovely face was still a faint pink.

Kai Uesugi walked over and poked her cheek.

"Mmm—" the girl let out a soft moan.

I poked it again.

Hanabi Hanamaru turned over in bed, her voice soft and dreamy as she whispered, "Yuuki-chan... don't be silly, Hanabi wants to... wants to sleep a little longer..."

When Uesugi Kai saw her, he couldn't help but smile.

Although he couldn't get her to go back yet, at least he could see her sleeping lazily again so close to her.

Seeing Hanabi's soft, sweet lips, he couldn't resist leaning down to gently touch them.

The girl's breath was close and gentle, carrying a sweet scent.

Her soft, sweet lips, and the girlish fragrance emanating from them, made one want to hug her and kiss her a little longer.

The more intimate the gestures became, the faster his heart pounded, right below his throat.

Humans are always greedy, and when his lips touched the sleeping girl again, the lingering feelings that ran deep in his heart made it impossible for him to let go.

Hanabi Hanamaru, still half asleep, felt a dull sensation on her lips, as if they were being blocked, and frowned.

When she opened her eyes and found that someone had been secretly kissing her while she was sleeping, she hurriedly pushed him against his chest with her two little hands.

"棣,棣君!!"

After Hanabi Hanabi turned her head and pushed him away, she waited for a while before looking at him with her bright eyes again.

"Fireworks, do you know that love can fade away?"

"Kai-kun...?"

"Don't you feel that the feeling between us is gone, like when we first started dating?"

Hanabi Hanamaru sat on the bed, somewhat confused about what he meant by those words, thinking he was angry with her.

"I'm sorry, has Hanabi become really annoying?"

Kai Uesugi didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Hanabi Hanamaru felt flustered and didn't dare to look him in the eye. She clenched the blanket covering her legs tightly in her small hands, thinking that he was really angry with her.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Hanabi can't go back yet..."

"Why?"

"Because, because Hanabi promised the teacher... she would participate in the competition."

"You don't not want to come back with me...?"

"...No, that's not it..."

"I like you."

Hanabi Hanabi stared at him blankly, her cheeks flushed.

"Kai-kun...don't you dislike fireworks?"

"The romance may have faded, but for us who have known each other for twelve years, isn't a peaceful life the most important thing?"

Kai Uesugi took her small hand adorned with a ring, gazed into her violet eyes, and whispered:

"Perhaps many years ago, Hanabi was already his wife."

September 22nd, Monday, sunny.

"Kai! A latte with ice!"

Two cups of Blue Mountain coffee!

"A glass of Irish beer!"

Compared to the proprietress's hurried shouts, Uesugi Kai calmly began grinding coffee beans.

It's not that he's particularly skilled, but rather that as a beginner, he's been very cautious.

He poured water, filtered it, and let it steep for a while before brewing a cup of Irish coffee using somewhat clumsy techniques.

"That's pretty good. You've only been doing it for two weeks and you can already make Irish coffee." The barista, holding a British Shorthair cat, observed his technique.

"I should also thank Mr. Bryce for giving me this opportunity." After adding milk foam to the surface of the coffee, Uesugi Kai placed the cup on the tray and had the waiter take it away.

Irish coffee is actually a cocktail made with Irish whiskey as a base, and seasoned with sugar, cream, and strong coffee.

The challenge lies in heating the glass with fire. Fire helps melt the sugar in the wine and helps the alcohol evaporate to release its aroma.

Whether a cup of Irish coffee has a rich and refreshing aroma is an important criterion for judging its quality.

Kai Uesugi resealed the unused whiskey and put it back on the hanging cabinet at the back.

The man named Bryce, dressed in a Western-style waistcoat and a white shirt with a black bow tie, scratched the lazy head of the British Shorthair blue cat in his arms and said:

"In my opinion, Kai is a very talented person. Several regular customers often ask you to brew their tea."

Kai Uesugi modestly tidied up the coffee-making equipment he had just used.

Bryce asked curiously, "Kai, how long do you plan to work here?"

"I should be going back soon."

Seemingly regretful about his impending departure, Bryce sighed and said:

"Hey, how about I get the shop owner to give you 4500 pounds a month? Then you can stay and work here."

£4500 is more than the monthly income of 96% of Britons, which is about RMB 4.

"I am grateful for your kindness, but I came to London only to find her and go home."

Bryce nodded:

"That's such a pity. I even believe you can quickly surpass my skills and participate in WCSC."

Kai Uesugi has been working at this Soho coffee shop for two weeks now, and most of that time he has been learning under the guidance of Mr. Bryce, the head barista.

Brewing coffee isn't exactly difficult, but it's not exactly easy either; all it takes is patience and a steady hand.

When I first arrived here, it was Mrs. Margaret who helped me find a temporary job.

Soho Coffee Shop has a good location and a refreshing environment. There are a fair number of customers who come here occasionally for a cup of coffee.

At least Uesugi stayed here for a while and had work to do.

After the last customer left, Anna, the shop owner who finally had a rare moment of peace, leaned against the counter and asked Uesugi Kai:

"Kai, how about having your fiancée come work here making desserts?"

Anna Natalia Fischer is a 35-year-old owner of a Soho coffee shop whose hobbies are money and coffee, and who likes to braid her hair.

Kai Uesugi knew what the proprietress was planning.

Hanabi comes here to help make desserts when she doesn't have classes, and many regular customers love her desserts.

The proprietress simply wanted to attract more customers so she could make more money.

"She still has classes to attend."

“That’s a real shame,” said Anna, the landlady. “Where does she go to school?”

“The Royal Academy of Arts,” Uesugi Kai said.

Anna, the proprietress, suddenly looked at him strangely.

Kai Uesugi noticed her expression: