In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

Rikka couldn't help but exclaim, "Touma, you learn so fast! You must often help with cooking at home, just like your sister."

"Not really." Kazusa wasn't very familiar with Rikka, so she replied politely.

However, in Rikka's eyes, this was nothing short of a display of humility.

It's amazing how everyone my cheap older brother knows is so amazing.

She's the daughter of a government member, the daughter of a diplomat, the daughter of a kendo family, and the daughter of a world-class pianist...

Eh?

Are they all girls?

With nothing to do, Rikka watched the two people in front of her making xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) together and suddenly realized a blind spot.

The quality and closeness of a relationship are determined by comparison.

Kazusa was a little reserved when she was alone with Minamoto Chiya before, but now that she's at his house, in an environment where everyone else is even more unfamiliar to her.

In an instant, Yuan Qianye became the lifeline she was trying to grasp in her interpersonal relationships, and all the little bit of pride in her heart vanished without a trace.

She was quite satisfied with the current collaborative activity; she felt reassured being by his side and never got bored talking to him.

"By the way, what are those small, square crystals in the filling?"

"Pork skin jelly".

Like a curious child, Kazusa continued to press, "What is pork skin jelly?"

"After being boiled with pork skin, the essence of the broth solidifies, and it feels a bit like pudding."

Upon hearing what Minamoto Chiyo said, Kazusa's face turned deathly pale. She felt her stomach churning violently: "There's pork skin jelly in the pudding?!"

Yuan Qianye knew what she was thinking: "No, who would put that in their dark pudding? Most puddings and jellies just contain extracts like pectin or gelatin."

Kazusa breathed a long sigh of relief.

not worried.

She wasn't interested in the ingredients of the pudding; she just needed to know that it didn't contain pork skin and that it tasted good.

She also felt a sense of resistance to the dish she was preparing.

For her, who never eats animal skin or dirt, the mere thought of pig skin was physiologically unacceptable.

"I know what you're thinking, but if you trust me, try one after it's steamed. It's juicy and delicious, you won't be disappointed."

Despite what Chiya said, Kazusa still had doubts, but her discomfort had lessened considerably, and she felt a surge of curiosity to try it.

"Okay, thank you, that's all done."

Ten minutes later, Yuan Qianye took the wrapped soup dumplings to the kitchen.

After washing her hands, Kazusa received a call from her mother, who was on the other side of the ocean.

She stood by the bed: "Hello, Mom."

Touma Yoko joked, "Hmm~ Your voice is so cheerful. My darling daughter seems to be in a good mood right now."

Kazusa glanced at Rikka, who had just peeled a tangerine for her and was now refilling her cup with tea, and at Chiya, who was constantly bringing the dishes that had been prepared in the kitchen to the table.

Everyone was smiling; the food was freshly prepared and didn't need to be reheated in the microwave.

The programs broadcast on television are no longer background noise that serves as a false sense of liveliness in a quiet environment.

The stove where everyone huddled together was much warmer than the whole house heating.

The Yuan family wasn't large, but something had indeed increased significantly invisibly.

It's more than just good.

"Yes, Mom, I'm very happy today."

…………

083: Oh no, the fortune telling is true (8000) (3/46)

"Hey!"

"Well……"

On the morning of the third day of the new year, the eldest son of the Yuan family, who was still indulging in his decadent life and sealed by the demon of the bed, was in a sweet sleep when a soft weight suddenly pressed down on him.

"Qianye, why are you still sleeping? Get up! We're leaving soon!"

Rikka swaggered in, kicked off her slippers, and stepped onto the bed with her small feet encased in white pantyhose. Then, without her brother's knowledge, she lay down on him like a caterpillar, pressing all her weight onto him.

What are the classic scenes from slice-of-life anime series that have remained unchanged for centuries?

However, Rikka was at least sensible enough not to plop down on it...

Yuan Qianye yawned, slapped away her small hand that was reaching out to cool him, and asked, "What time is it?"

Rikka changed her posture, from lying down to sitting up, and said in a rather urgent tone: "It's already seven o'clock!"

Yuan Qianye slowly turned over, picked up his phone, glanced at it, and then showed it to her.

The time marked on my phone was only 6:40.

Rikka smiled apologetically and said, "It's just rounding up."

Gen Chiya shifted in bed, changing the point of contact between herself and Rikka: "Didn't we already agree to meet in front of the shrine at nine o'clock?"

"But you still need to brush your teeth and wash your face, and you need to eat. We also need to spend time on the road, so time is still very tight."

"Okay... I understand... You can go out now... I'll get up right away..."

Seeing that Yuan Qianye was still sleepy and his attitude was perfunctory, Rikka pouted in dissatisfaction. The next moment, she suddenly revealed a mischievous smile as if she had a plan in mind, and directly lifted the quilt and crawled in!

A cold little hand lifted his shirt and cruelly pressed against his back and abdomen.

hiss--

The last vestiges of sleepiness were instantly dispelled!

Five minutes later, Rikka, in a good mood, skipped out of the room humming a little tune, followed by Chiya, who had changed his clothes and was yawning.

After he finished washing up, he came to the kitchen and saw Shihua making breakfast, so he went over to help her.

"Morning."

"Good morning... I'd like to say, Sister Shihua, you need to teach Liuhua a lesson. She's all grown up now, where did she get this habit of always sneaking into boys' beds?"

"Don't boys usually like this kind of thing, being woken up by a cute little sister in such a sweet way?"

"What era is that from, the male protagonist setting of an old light novel?"

Furthermore, if he had to make a categorization, he would lean more towards the older generation.

Cuteness is worthless compared to sexiness and beauty!

Rikka poked her head out from the living room, phone in hand: "Hurry up, hurry up! Eriri and the others are already having breakfast, we need to speed things up too!"

Both of them waved their hands dismissively in response.

Despite being urged, the two of them continued to move at a leisurely pace.

Shihua skillfully flipped the fried egg in the pan with her chopsticks; no one in her family liked sunny-side up eggs. "By the way, what time did you get back yesterday?"

Yuan Qianye spread butter on the toast and put it in the oven: "Same as usual, around noon."

It didn't really matter if it was a little later, since the last tram he took home was at 2 a.m.

However, considering that staying up too late is harmful to health and can affect development, I decided against it.

It's fine as it is now.

He said goodbye to Touma's family around 11 o'clock, got home around 12 o'clock, quickly washed up, and went to bed before 1 o'clock.

He has a good physique, so his health and mana recovery time is also very fast. He gets up at seven or eight in the morning and has about seven hours of rest, which is more than enough so that he won't feel weak or listless the next day.

"Since the 1st, you seem to be bothering Touma-san's house until so late every day. Is that really okay?"

"She was indeed a little embarrassed, but she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit and seemed very satisfied."

"satisfy?"

"Hmm, being addressed as 'teacher' by me with such respect seems to make her secretly pleased. Touma is surprisingly satisfied in terms of emotional value."

Shika lowered her eyes, suddenly feeling somewhat displeased for some reason, and tentatively said, "She sounds like a very innocent girl."

"That's right. She came to our house for dinner before, you should have been able to tell."

Shihua: "..."

How could you possibly figure something out in such a short time? Besides, she sat next to you the whole night and barely said a word except for necessary greetings.

I didn't realize it at first, but I could tell she was quite dependent on you.

Shika silently thought to herself, taking all the fried eggs out of the pan, turning the stove to low heat, pouring in the chicken sausages that had been scored earlier, gently shaking the pan, and stirring it back and forth with chopsticks: "Chiya, I don't quite understand."

"what?"

"You showed great interest in kendo before, and you also showed great talent in kendo. You progressed very quickly, and you won the national championship in your first major competition. I thought you were planning to develop in this direction in the future."

However, starting some time ago, she noticed that her adopted brother's training time for kendo had become much shorter.

The daily, unwavering habit of practicing swordsmanship every morning has been reduced to an occasional practice every two or three days, and the duration has been greatly shortened.

Going out feeling refreshed, only to return sweaty and disheveled – time flies by.

In the past, he had been trying his best to become stronger.

Now, his seemingly relaxed and carefree sword-wielding movements every day give off the vibe of old men in the park practicing gymnastics and health exercises.

His progressive spirit is no longer evident; now, the occasional gestures he makes when he picks up a wooden sword and brandishes it seem more like he's practicing health preservation.

Most importantly, he used to go to Busujima's house almost every day.

Now I only go to her place once a week at most.

And what will take its place... without a doubt, is the current Touma family.

Even after helping out at the shop until 7 or 8 pm every day, he still goes to Touma's house to bother him.