In the anime, who is not a childhood sweetheart?

That night, Liuhua's cry for help could be heard within a radius of two kilometers. It was heartbreaking and particularly tragic to those who heard it.

"If you're not cold, take off your coat like me. It will be inconvenient to work later."

"Ah."

Hesha followed Yuan Qianye's instructions, took off her coat and handed it to him to hang up.

Rikka stared at Kazusa, especially her chest, for a while.

Then he suddenly asked about Kazusa's exact age and found out that she was the same age as him.

Rikka fell into silence, but when she thought of Eriri and Yukino, her mood inexplicably improved.

She is an optimist and is good at comforting herself. Just like in her studies, everything will be fine as long as she is not at the bottom.

"So what should I do next?"

"Of course, start by wrapping the filling in the dough." Yuan Qianye took the dough, stuffed the filling into it with a spoon, and simply pinched it a few times. A perfectly standard soup dumpling appeared in the center of his palm.

"Oh, so we are going to make small dumplings." He Shaxian was a little slow to realize it, but her hands moved very quickly. She imitated Yuan Qianye's movements very well. In just a moment, her soup dumplings were placed next to the one Yuan Qianye had just said he had made.

After the comparison, she blushed a little.

Yuan Qianye’s one is small and exquisite, but hers... I can’t say it’s badly wrapped, I can only say that it’s completely different from Yuan Qianye’s.

Yuan Qianye held the fruits of her labor in her palm and examined them carefully. There was too much stuffing inside, and the skin was so thin that it was almost transparent. If it were to be steamed, the stuffing would probably leak out.

"That's good. You carried the baby for ten months and gave birth to me." Yuan Qianye teased a little.

Kazusa remained expressionless, but still took back her first failed product and tried again with a new dough.

Not to mention, she made significant progress from the second day on.

The third one I made looked very realistic.

For someone who never cooks, Hesha's hands seem a little too dexterous.

Rikka couldn't help but admire: "Touma-san, you learn very quickly. You must often help with cooking at home like your sister."

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

However, in Rikka's eyes, this was an expression of pure humility.

By the way, why are all the people this cheap Onii-chan knows so powerful?

She is the daughter of a government councilor, a diplomat, a kendo family, and a world-class pianist...

Eh?

Are they all girls?

Liuhua was bored and was watching the two people in front of her making soup dumplings together, when she suddenly realized her blind spot.

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

Hesha was a little restrained when she was alone with Yuan Qianye before, but now she is at his house, in an environment where other people are even more unfamiliar to her.

Yuan Qianye suddenly became the life-saving straw that she tried to hold on to in her interpersonal relationships, and all the little reserved emotions in her heart disappeared in an instant.

She was very satisfied with the current activity of working together to help. She felt safe being by his side and she was not bored as she could talk to him all the time.

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

"Pork skin jelly."

Hesha continued to ask like a curious baby: "What is pig skin jelly?"

"After boiling the pig skin, the essence of the soup solidifies and feels a bit like pudding."

When Hesha heard Yuan Qianye say this, her face turned pale and she felt her stomach churning violently: "There's pig 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 contain extracts like pectin or gelatin."

Hesha breathed a sigh of relief.

not worried.

She was not interested in the composition of the pudding. She just wanted to know that it did not contain pig skin and that it tasted good.

She was also resisting the dish she was preparing.

For her, who never eats animal skins, the mere thought of pig skin is physiologically unacceptable to her.

"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."

Even though Yuan Qianye said this, Hesha still had doubts, but the discomfort in her heart had disappeared a lot, and she felt a little curious about trying it out.

"Okay, thank you, that's it."

More than ten minutes later, Yuan Qianye brought the prepared soup dumplings to the kitchen.

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

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

Touma Yoko jokingly said, "Hmm~ The voice is very cheerful. My precious daughter seems to be in a good mood now."

Kazusa glanced at Rika, who had just peeled a tangerine for her and was now refilling her cup with tea, and at Gen Qianye, who was constantly bringing the finished dishes from the kitchen to the table.

Everyone was smiling, and the food was freshly prepared and did not need to be heated in a microwave.

The programs broadcast on TV are no longer background noise that creates a false impression of liveliness in a quiet environment.

The table stove where everyone huddles together is much warmer than a whole-house heater.

The Yuan family is not big, but something has indeed increased a lot invisibly.

More than good.

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

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083: It’s broken, the fortune sign is real (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 depravity and sealed by the demon in his bed, was in a sweet sleep when he suddenly felt a soft weight pressing down on him.

"Qianye, why are you still sleeping? Hurry up and get up, we're leaving soon!"

Rika pushed the door open carelessly, kicked off her slippers, and stepped onto the edge of the bed with her little feet wrapped in white pantyhose. Then, when her own Onii-chan was completely unprepared, she lay down like a caterpillar and put all her weight on him.

What are the classic scenes from the two-dimensional youth daily dramas that have remained unchanged for a hundred years.

But at least Liuhua was sensible enough not to just sit on it...

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

Rikka changed her posture from prone to sitting on top of someone, and said urgently, "It's already seven o'clock!"

Yuan Qianye slowly turned over, took out his phone, looked at it, and then showed it to her.

The time marked on the phone was clearly only 6:40.

Liuhua smiled apologetically and said, "I'm rounding it off."

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

"But you still have to brush your teeth, wash up, and eat, and we'll have to spend time on the road, so time is still very tight."

"Okay... OK, got it... You go out first... I'll be up soon..."

Seeing that Yuan Qianye was still sleepy and had a perfunctory attitude, Liuhua pouted in dissatisfaction, but the next moment she suddenly showed a wicked smile as if she had a plan, and directly lifted the quilt and crawled in!

The cold little hands lifted up his clothes and pressed against his back and lower abdomen cruelly.

hiss--

The remaining sleepiness was instantly dispelled!

Five minutes later, Rika came out of the room humming a little tune in a good mood. Yuan Qianye, who had changed his clothes, followed her yawning.

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

"Morning."

"Good morning... Sister Touka, you have to teach Rikka a lesson. She's already grown up, why would she always crawl into the boys' bed?"

"Don't boys like this kind of development? Being woken up by a cute little sister in such a kind way?"

"What period is that, the setting for the male protagonist in old light novels?"

Furthermore, if we have to make a distinction, he tends to be more on the older side.

Cuteness is worthless before it becomes sexy and beautiful!

Rikka poked her head out of the living room with her phone in hand. "Hurry up, Eriri and the others are already having breakfast, we have to speed up too!"

The two of them responded perfunctorily by waving their hands at the same time.

Despite being urged, both of them still moved at a leisurely pace.

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

Yuan Qianye spread butter on the toast and threw it into the oven: "Same as usual, around twelve o'clock."

In fact, it didn't matter if it was later, because the latest tram he could take home was at two in the morning.

However, considering that staying up late is harmful to your health and affects your development, I decided to give up.

That's fine now.

He said goodbye to Dongma's house at around eleven o'clock, returned home at twelve o'clock, hurried to wash, and went to bed before one o'clock.

He has a good physique, and his red and blue energy recover quickly. He gets up at seven or eight in the morning, and a seven-hour rest time is more than enough so that he won't appear weak and listless the next day.

"It seems like you've been bothering Touma-san at his house so late every day since the 1st. Is that really okay?"

"It's true that she's a little embarrassed, but I think she seems to be enjoying it and is quite satisfied."

"satisfy?"

"Well, being addressed as 'teacher' by me respectfully seems to make her secretly happy. Touma is surprisingly satisfied when it comes to emotional values."

Juuka lowered her eyes, feeling a little unhappy for some reason, and said tentatively, "She sounds like a very simple girl."

"That's right. Didn't she come to our house for dinner before? You should be able to tell."

Shihua: "..."

It's impossible to tell in such a short time, not to mention that she just sat next to you that whole night and didn't say much except for necessary greetings.

I didn't see it clearly, but I could see that she was quite dependent on you.

Shihua pondered silently as she took out all the fried eggs from the pan, turned the stove to low heat, and poured in the chicken sausages she had just cut. She gently shook the pan and moved the sausages back and forth with her chopsticks. "Qianye, I don't understand something."

"what?"

"You've shown a keen interest in kendo before, and you've also demonstrated strong talent in it. You've also improved rapidly, winning the national championship in your first competition. I thought you were thinking of pursuing this path in the future."

But since some time ago, she has obviously noticed that the time her brother-in-law spends on kendo training has become much shorter.

The habit of getting up early every day to practice sword-fighting has been reduced to only once every two or three days, and the time has been greatly shortened.

The days of going out fresh and coming back with your shirt sweating are gone.

If he had tried his best to make himself stronger before.

Now, his seemingly effortless sword-swinging movements every day give people the feeling of old men practicing gymnastics and health-preserving boxing in the park.

The spirit of progress was no longer evident, and the occasional swinging of his wooden sword now seemed more like a way to maintain his health.

The most important thing is that he used to go to Busujima's house almost every day.

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

And the one who replaced it... is undoubtedly the current Touma family.

After helping out in the store until seven or eight in the evening every day, he still had to go to Touma's house to disturb him.