My girlfriend is a bad lady

Qingye Rin felt her vision being raised. The reeds that had blocked her view just now became shorter, and she could even see the people on the slope preparing to make rice cakes.

Very novel experience.

"We want the reddest persimmon!"

Xiaolian's words brought her back to her senses.

"Watanabe-san, please move to the left."

"Okay." Watanabe Toru held her ankle firmly and moved two steps to the left. "Is that enough?"

"Move again...Okay."

The persimmons were picked very quickly, but unfortunately, the scene of 'the girl clamping the boy's head with her legs' did not happen.

Kiyono Rin only has poor physical strength, but is very good at sports skills.

The three of them started eating by the river.

The ripe persimmons are sweet, and the flesh can be sucked into your mouth with a gentle suck.

"So sweet!" After Xiaolian took the first bite, the edges of her lips had turned yellow.

"Yeah, it's really sweet." Qingye Rin agreed. She ate it very elegantly.

The white face and small cherry-colored lips looked very innocent, which attracted Watanabe Toru's attention and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Qingye Rin raised her head and saw that Watanabe Toru had not eaten and was staring at her.

Qing Ye Lin subconsciously worried that there was fruit pulp on her mouth, and asked: "What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

"explain."

"I'm wondering when I'm going to marry you."

"Lie." Qingye Rin frowned.

Watanabe Toru couldn't even say such a thing if it wasn't a lie.

"Well, I was thinking of something a little bit filthy."

"whats the matter?"

"You sure you want to know?"

"Tell me."

"I want to kiss you on the mouth."

"It's unbelievable, a little bit obscene, I thought it was just a hug."

"..." Watanabe Toru said, "Kiyono-san, you are too pure. I am really thinking about marrying you now, especially the scene at night when you were so shy that you covered your face with your arms."

Hearing him say this, Qingye Rin subconsciously imagined that scene in her mind.

"Watanabe Toru, please put away your dirty thoughts." She gave a cold warning.

"Sorry, I can't help myself. It's all because R-san is so cute. I almost even thought of a name for the child."

"What's the child's name?" Qing Ye Lin took a deep breath and tried to put her hair behind her ears, but she was holding a persimmon in her hand. "It's unbelievable, but the dirty thoughts I mentioned are not just these."

"What else?"

"What you want to do is to belong to both me and Kujo-san at the same time..." Having said that, she wanted to pull her hair up again, but she couldn't.

She looked at Toru Watanabe and continued, "Is this what you wanted to do after thinking about it for so long?"

"What I want to do? Make you two friends again."

"That's enough." Qing Ye Lin said in a tone that he was too lazy to say anything more, "Can you hide your thoughts from me? If you blink, I know what you are thinking."

...that makes sense.

If it weren't for the system, Watanabe Toru would have been thoroughly studied by Kiyono Rin.

What else can Toru Watanabe say?

"That's what you say."

"Give up, it's impossible. Don't hold on to unrealistic fantasies all day long."

"Persimmons are very sweet." Watanabe Toru held up a ripe persimmon in his palm, "Although the process of picking is troublesome."

"Then you should try it."

"I'll try. But again, my goal is to make you two friends again."

Chapter 217 New Year in Iwate Prefecture: Happy New Year (14)

Xiaolian, who was concentrating on eating persimmons, suddenly seemed to remember something and said "Hmm!"

"What's wrong? Did you eat the persimmon seeds?" Watanabe Toru asked with concern.

"It's okay." Qingye Rin said, "Undigested things will be excreted from the body through the intestines, so it won't have much impact."

"You even know this? It seems that the title of Doraemon can no longer describe you." Toru Watanabe looked at her in surprise.

"I have never acknowledged that title, right? If you must give me a title, please come up with a cute or handsome one and report it to me."

"That's hard to say. Doraemon is the cutest and most handsome character I can think of."

"It seems that you have thought of a lot of unpleasant titles." Qingye Rin looked at Watanabe Toru and smiled gently, "Remember to show me your notebook when you return to Tokyo."

"No matter what, that's not possible." Watanabe Toru refused.

"Is the first page filled with bad things about me?"

"……No."

Xiaolian looked up at the two of them, blinked her eyes, and finally found an opportunity to speak when Watanabe Toru was caught.

"Archer, I remember now. I came here to ask you to make rice cakes."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Toru Watanabe rubbed her head.

"It's all its fault. It has nothing to do with us!" Xiaolian pointed at the persimmon tree and said loudly and seriously.

"Yes, yes, it's all Persimmon's fault."

The three left the river and walked back to the vestibule.

Everyone is working together to make the rice cake, one person rotates the hammer while another rolls the rice cake, and when they get tired, they take over.

It is said that this kind of activity can gain the blessing of the gods, so everyone will participate if they have time.

"Archer, come knock twice too, you are a blessed man!"

"Okay." Toru Watanabe walked forward and took the hammer.

The hammer was raised high, with the deep blue sky of the winter morning behind it, and then it was smashed down heavily, landing on the steaming white glutinous rice ball.

Kiyono Rin was taking pictures with his mobile phone, sometimes resting his hand on his chin, groaning at the camera, like a special reporter from Tokyo.

"You will become smarter after eating this, and all of you will be admitted to the University of Tokyo." The auntie who was in charge of turning the rice cakes chanted these blessings.

"Tomoko, Archer himself hasn't even been admitted to the University of Tokyo!" Uncle Honma on the side laughed.

The people who were drinking sweet tea and chatting also laughed.

Xiaolian was grabbed by her mother, who wiped her mouth vigorously like removing hair from a pig. Her little body kept trying to run over here to see what the rice cake looked like after being beaten.

"Watanabe-san, can you let me try?" Kiyono Rin suddenly said.

"This?" Toru Watanabe raised the hammer in his hand.

"Well, is that okay?"

Watanabe Toru hesitated a little, but finally agreed, but he replaced the aunt who flipped the rice cakes.

He squatted beside the stone mortar and said to Qing Yelin: "Student Qing Ye, look carefully, here is where the hammer should hit."

"I know." Qingye Rin was slightly dissatisfied with his suggestion.

"Also, this beautiful round ball is my head. Please don't make any mistake about it."

"Long-winded!"

Kiyono Rin struck the hammer once, and Watanabe Toru turned the rice cake over. After making sure that his hand had retracted, she struck it again.

After playing with it for a few times, she was satisfied and in order not to waste everyone's time, she returned the hammer to the villagers.

The cooperation between the uncle and the aunt is not comparable to that of amateurs like Watanabe Toru and Kiyono Rin - they look terrified and worried about hitting the hands of the people flipping the rice cakes, but they definitely won't hit them.

"Hey yo! Hey yo!"

The men who were making rice cakes were all sweating and shouting slogans.

The grains of rice became viscous, and after one or two hundred knocks, the glutinous rice balls in the stone mortar were put into the prepared basin.

Next comes the work of women.

The basin was quickly moved into the house, they put the glutinous rice balls on the table, flattened them, cut them into pieces, and portions of rice cakes were made.

The house was foggy and the windows turned white.

Outside the foggy window, men were pounding the next portion of rice cake and shouting could be heard inside.

The scene was bustling and lively, driving away the chill of the winter morning.

When she got home, Qing Ye Lin sat in the kotatsu in the living room, warming herself by the fire, eating rice cakes, eating oranges, and reading;

Watanabe Toru brought a plate and sent it to Kujo Miki who was still sleeping upstairs.

Like last time, he let Kujo Miki snuggle in his arms and covered her with a quilt, leaving only her pretty and delicate little face exposed.

He put his lips to her beautiful ear and said softly:

"Meiji, the freshly made rice cakes are delicious."

"......Yeah." Kujo Miki responded in a daze.

"Look, Meiji."

Kujo Miki opened her sleepy eyes.

On Toru Watanabe's chopsticks was a piece of white rice cake that was still steaming.

She closed her eyes again.

"There's salty soybean powder, sweet sugar, and soy sauce. Which one do you want?"

"..."

"Try a bite of each?" Watanabe Toru dipped a corner of the rice cake into soybean powder, "Ah——"

Hearing the sound of "Ah——", Kujo Miki opened her mouth and took a bite.

The hot rice cake is wrapped in soybean powder, it is fragrant and delicious.

"Another sugar flavor?"

Miki Kujo nodded, and her eyes were completely opened.

However, she had no intention of eating by herself and still curled up in Watanabe Toru's arms like a baby.

"Xiao Meiji, ah——"

If she had woken up normally and Watanabe Toru dared to call her like that, she would definitely stuff her stockings into his mouth while he exclaimed “Ah——”.

But now... I just woke up and have no energy, so I won't bother with him.

She took a bite of the rice cake covered in sugar.

It's sticky and sweet, and has a unique flavor compared to the salty taste.

"The following is the sauce..."

As he was speaking, Kujo Miki knocked his chest with her head.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking down.

Miki Kujo pouted.

"So naughty." Watanabe Toru pecked her soft lips, "Okay, here's the soy sauce, come on."