People are in the real teaching, but the inner world

From frying for half a minute to ten minutes, when to flip it and what heat to use are all very particular.

I even tried various ways of praying before frying, such as going to church to confess, going to the temple to worship Buddha, drawing lots, etc.

In his eyes, eggs are not just eggs, but like a close lover. Only by injecting love can you really make a good omelette.

"Then let me try it."

Just looking at the appearance, this fried egg is golden in color, with a crispy outer skin that is slightly soaked with juice, and the red egg core in the middle is like a heart, carrying the breath of life.

She picked up the chopsticks, poked a hole in the skin, and the juice flowed out instantly. It was not greasy as she had imagined, but like a clear soup, with the fragrance of the fields, rushing towards her nostrils.

Swallowing her saliva, Lingyin picked up the crispy part on the edge and put it into her mouth.

"This is……"

With just a light bite, the crisp sound of crunching echoed in her mouth. Then, the juice inside seeped out and spread on the tip of her pink tongue, like a pair of big hands, wrapping her entire tongue. The fragrant breath flowed back in between, through the air vents, and entered her nasal cavity.

There is no strong feeling, only a plain and simple taste, but that taste lingers in the mouth and does not dissipate for a long time.

"Suzune, isn't it delicious?"

"…You barely pass."

"...Well, actually, the core of the egg is the essence of this omelette. Would you like to try it?"

"Since you say so, I'll give it a try."

After swallowing the food in her mouth, Lingyin reached for the egg yolk with chopsticks in her trembling hand.

That was an expression of excitement, because he was curious about its taste, and even more curious about what the essence in Eito's mouth was.

With her previous experience, she was even more looking forward to this ingredient.

The moment she put it in her mouth, she understood.

The red-hearted egg yolk melted in her mouth softly, with a hint of salty seaweed in the center, and then a sweet taste came from bottom to top, hitting her mouth.

But what shocked her was not these, but a more peculiar taste that sublimated in her mouth, combining with the aroma of the egg white that remained in her mouth, blending into a taste full of vitality.

She seemed to feel it. It was a fertilized egg that had been baptized by life before being conceived by the hen. It shuttled through the narrow intestine, was squeezed by the warm and soft cavity wall, and finally was discharged from the port.

Fresh air filled the air around her and she took a deep breath, as if she could still feel the joy.

That is the emotion that overflows from the bottom of the heart of a new life as it longs for the future.

Although, it has become like this now.

But she received it, and she decided to inherit the unbroken egg with her own will, and live seriously with its philosophy in mind.

Thinking of this, she picked up the rest and put it into her mouth to taste.

Seeing her embarrassed look, Yingdou smiled.

He had a secret about omelette that he didn't tell Suzune.

It was true that he had tried so hard for so long, but just this alone was not enough to make her so intoxicated.

It’s because he just acquired a superpower called tracing the source.

It is to change the object that has been touched, so that the person who touches it can feel its original form.

Just touching it is effective, not to mention eating it.

When it comes to cooking, this skill can be considered a magical skill, because the fundamental purpose of many dishes is to restore the taste of the ingredients themselves.

After eating, Lingyin wiped her mouth:

"I didn't realize you actually have some abilities. I'll just acknowledge your strengths for now."

"You probably have something else to say, like asking me to cook something for you later."

"…I don't mind if you have such thoughts."

"That's not the case."

"..."

Lingyin glared at him and continued:

"Let's not talk about this anymore. There is one key thing you have forgotten. You are not going to let me eat only one egg for a meal, are you?"

"...I'll make you something else to eat."

He didn't use his superpowers this time. If he used them too much, Lingyin would become addicted to it and what would happen if he had to cook every day.

He learned to cook just out of interest, not because he really wanted to be the kind of man who stayed at home and cooked every day.

Eating the fried chicken drumsticks, Lingyin nodded with satisfaction, but still said:

"Although it's crispy on the outside, it's tasteless on the inside. Didn't you add any seasoning?"

"Yes, but because it needs to be marinated in advance, it doesn't have much flavor."

"Ok."

His favorite ingredient is chicken legs, whether they are fried, roasted, braised or steamed.

He likes anything related to chicken, whether it is white chicken, black chicken, Kun Kun chicken, or roast chicken.

It’s not good if it’s too burnt, something like Platycodon grandiflorum is just right.

After clearing the dishes, he took advantage of the boredom and said:

"Lingyin, didn't you promise me to join the student union? Let's go and try it now."

Hearing this, Lingyin's face showed some hesitation.

This meant she was going to see her brother.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

He took Lingyin's hand and wrapped it in his palm.

The warmth in his palm gave her a little courage, and Lingyin looked at him and nodded.

"I have already made an appointment with President Horikita, we will be there soon... But before that, I have something to trouble you with."

"……what?"

"Is such that……"

He did not forget what he said to Suzune last time, that he would put on a show in front of her brother to help her figure out what Horikita Manabu thought of her.

After hearing his plan, Lingyin's pretty face looked a little unhappy:

"You actually asked me to do this kind of thing. Aren't you too filthy in your thoughts?"

"This is all part of the plan. If you don't act a little more pitiful, how would he be fooled?" As he said this, Eito held her face with both hands, "Just bear with it for a while, Suzune darling~"

"Don't call me that, it's disgusting."

"Then...wife?"

"roll."

In the end, Lingyin agreed to him.

Before meeting Horikita Manabu, he still needs to make some preparations.

At his signal, Lingyin lifted up her skirt, and under the pleated skirt, her white and round thighs were right in front of him. He reached out and touched them.

"Hurry up."

Lingyin looked away slightly, her expression somewhat uncomfortable.

It was the first time for her to lift her skirt in front of a boy, although she didn't care too much, if it was Eito, she would be able to accept it.

But after doing this, she inexplicably developed a strange feeling, just like those ladies who received customers.

This made her subconsciously clench her hands that were grabbing the hem of her skirt in order to ease her nervousness.

Stroking Suzune's thighs and feeling the amazing elasticity, Eito couldn't help but pinch them with his hands. This action was met with a knife-hand strike from Suzune, and her angry voice:

"You haven't finished the ink yet, right? Hurry up."

"Oh."

He didn't waste any more time, picked up the pen and carved his name on the moist skin.

Eito visited here.

Chapter 161 Acting

He looked at the words with satisfaction, then kissed the snow-white skin.

When his slightly dry lips touched her, Suzune's thighs trembled like a sieve, and then that dazzling gaze came over:

"Let it go as soon as you finish writing."

"Well, there's one more thing you need to wear."

"……What's this?"

"A collar?"

The object in his hand was as big as a bowl, silver-white in color, with a faint red glow around the edges.

Lingyin could even see a few beautiful characters written on her fair face. After a closer look, she realized that they were his name.

"You let me carry this, do you think I'm a dog?"

"Puppies are so cute, do you look down on them?"

Facing his serious expression, Lingyin sighed:

"Alas... I really can't do anything about you... Okay, just this once. If it weren't for acting, I wouldn't bring something like this."

Lingyin unfastened the buckle and put it around her neck.

"It's really suitable. I'll give it to you."

"No."

What he didn't tell Lingyin was that this thing was not a collar, but the lust ring he had obtained before. Because it could change its size at will, he became like this, and its effect was to amplify desire tenfold.

The desire here refers only to that kind of desire.

……

Holding Lingyin's hand, they went out together. On the way, he carefully observed Lingyin's reaction and indeed found something different.

If it was before, Lingyin's cold face would have shown no reaction, but now it was tinged with a hint of crimson.

Being stared at by him, Lingyin turned her head slightly:

"What are you looking at?"

"Lingyin, you won't feel anything, will you?"

"How could it be...what kind of girl would feel something just because of holding hands...anyway, it's okay." After a while, "Take me to wash my face first, it's a little hot."

Lingyin and I came to the faucet. After Lingyin washed her face, the blush on her face faded a little.

But this time, she refused to hold hands and walked ahead alone.

But after a few steps he stopped.

"What's wrong?" he asked knowingly.

"What do you say? Lead the way for me."

"Oh, that's really troublesome."

The situation became that he walked in front and Lingyin followed his footsteps.

In a quiet corner of the cafe, Horikita Manabu was already waiting there.

The president's outfit today is simple, a thin gray-brown top and loose trousers.

When Eido saw him, he walked straight over.

What surprised him was that in addition to Horikita Manabu, there was another girl, Tachibana Akane-senpai.

As if he had guessed his doubts, Horikita Manabu explained:

"You said before that you wanted to recommend someone to join the student union, so I want the secretary of the student union to help me take a look and refer to other people's opinions."