I Loaded the Love Game

Xiao Lian, who was immersed in eating persimmons, suddenly thought of something, "Hmm!"

"What's the matter? Have you eaten the persimmon core?" Watanabe asked with deep concern.

"It's okay," Kiyano Rin said, "Indigestible things will be excreted from the intestines and will not have much impact."

"Do you even know this? It seems that Dora A Rin's title can no longer describe you." Watanabe Toru looked at her with some surprise.

"I have never admitted that title. If you must give me a title, please think of a cute and handsome person to report to me."

"That's not easy, Dora A Rin is already the cutest and handsome mouth I can think of."

"It seems that you have thought of a lot of unpleasant titles." Rin Kiyono looked at Watanabe Toru with a gentle smile, "Remember to show me your notebook when you return to Tokyo."

"It won't work anymore." Watanabe Toru refused.

"Could it be that my bad things were written on the first page?"

"......No."

Xiaolian looked up at the two of them, blinked, and finally found a chance to speak while Watanabe Toru was caught.

"Archer, we remembered that we are here to ask you to make rice cakes."

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

"It's all its fault, it has nothing to do with us!" Xiao Lian pointed at the persimmon tree and said solemnly.

"Yes, it's all persimmon's fault."

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

Everyone is working together to make rice cakes, one turns a hammer, the other rolls the rice cakes, and when they are tired, they change.

It is said that this kind of activity can be blessed by the gods, so if you have time, everyone will participate.

"Archer, come knock twice, you are a blessed person!"

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

The hammer was lifted high, behind it was the deep blue sky in the early winter morning, and then it fell heavily and landed on the steaming white glutinous rice ball.

Kiyano Rin took a photo with her mobile phone, sometimes holding her chin, groaning towards the camera, like a special correspondent from Tokyo.

"I became smarter after eating, and all of them were admitted to Dongda." The aunt who was in charge of turning rice cakes said this kind of blessing.

"Sophon, Archer himself hasn't been admitted to Dongda!" Uncle Honma laughed.

Everyone who drank sweet tea and chatted also laughed.

Xiao Lian was caught by her mother and wiped her mouth like a pig withdrawing hair. Her small body had been trying to run this way, wanting to see how the rice cake was beaten.

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

"This?" Watanabe Toru raised his hammer.

"Well, is it okay?"

Toru Watanabe hesitated, and finally agreed, but he replaced the aunt who turned down the rice cake.

He squatted by the stone mortar and said to Rin Kiyano: "Student Kiyano, look good, here is where the hammer should be hit."

"I know." Kiyano Rin was slightly dissatisfied with his prompt.

"Also, this round and beautiful sphere is my head. Don't make a mistake."

"Long words!"

Rin Kiyano knocked a hammer, Watanabe flipped through the rice cake, and after confirming that his hand was retracted, she knocked again.

After playing a few times, she was satisfied. 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 amateurs like Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono-they look terrified and worried that they will hit the hand of the person who turns the rice cake, but they will never hit it.

"Hey! Hey!"

The guys who played rice cakes, all of them sweated and shouted in their mouths.

A grain of rice became viscous, knocked one or two hundred times, and the glutinous rice ball in the stone mortar was put into the prepared bowl.

Next comes the work of women.

The pots were quickly transferred to the house. They put the glutinous rice **** on the table, flattened them, and cut them into lumps to make one portion of the rice cake.

The room was foggy and the windows turned white.

Outside the misty window, the men were beating the next rice cake, and shouting came in.

The scene is in full swing, driving away the chill of winter morning.

When he got home, Rin Kiyano sat on the stove in the living room, grilling fire, eating rice cakes, and eating oranges~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Watanabe brought a plate to Miki Kujo who was still sleeping upstairs.

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

He pressed his lips against her contoured ear, and said in a soft voice:

"Miki, the rice cakes that just came out are delicious."

"...Hmm." Kujo Miki answered in a daze.

"Look, Miki."

Kujo Miki opened her sleepy eyes.

On Watanabe Toru's chopsticks, there was a piece of white-flowered rice cake, still steaming.

She closed her eyes again.

"Salty soy flour, sweet sugar, and soy sauce. Which would you like?"

"..."

"Take every bite?" Watanabe covered a corner of the rice cake with soybean flour, "Ah—"

Hearing this body "Ah--", Kujo Miki opened her mouth and took a bite.

The warm nian gao is wrapped in soybean flour, which is very fragrant and delicious.

"Another bite of sugar flavor?"

Kujo Miki nodded, her eyes opened completely.

However, she had no plans to eat by herself, and she still shrank into Watanabe's arms like a baby.

"Little Miki, ah—"

If she usually wakes up, Watanabe dared to call her like that, she would definitely put her stockings in his "Ah--" mouth.

But now...just woke up, I don't have the energy to care about him.

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

Waxy, sweet, and flavorful compared to salty.

"Below is sauce..."

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While talking, Kujo Miki knocked his chest with her head.

"What's the matter?" He lowered his head and asked.

Kujo Miki Nunu's mouth.

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

"I asked you to remove the hair strands in your mouth." Miki Kujo paused, showing helplessness and anger.

"So that's what I meant."

Watanabe Toru put down his chopsticks and picked the hair from her lips.

"Is this the new rice cake?" Kujo Miki asked.

"Well, when I got it back, Kiyano went there too, and I tried it twice, and I almost wore a helmet in fright." Watanabe Toru said with a smile.

"She went too?"

"The whole village is there."

Miki Kujo sneered, her hand in the quilt wrapped around Watanabe Toru's flanks: "How about the way back and forth?"

"I was scolded by her."

"Are you scolding? They are very happy flirting and cursing, right?"

"Mime, don't worry." Watanabe Toru fed her a bite of rice cake. "Although I have a bit of instinctive thoughts about both of you, what I think in my heart and how I actually do it are two different things."

The meat on the flanks was pinched.

Watanabe Toru continued:

"It's like'I planned a lot of things for tomorrow, and I ended up playing on my mobile phone tomorrow'. Similar things happen all the time... My example doesn't seem appropriate. In short, I won't do that."

"Then what are you actually planning to do?"

"Of course I am marrying you, Qingye and I are just friends, but..."

"But what?"

"I want you to become friends again."

"Impossible." Kujo Miki said without thinking, and then changed to a lazy tone, "Soy flour."

Watanabe dipped the rice cake with soybean flour and fed it to her.

"Except for you, Qingye looks down on other people of the same sex. Only you can become her friend. No one else can."

This sentence, replacing ‘Kyono’ with ‘Miki’, also applies-considering Kujo Miki’s proud personality, Watanabe didn’t say anything.

"It's impossible to say impossible. Sugar."

"What's impossible? You didn't like to eat sugar before, don't you feel okay after trying it?" Watanabe Toru said.

"Stop eating." Miki Kujo closed her eyes and leaned in his arms to go to bed.

"Okay, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, impossible, come on, Miki, my Miki, open your mouth, ah—"

Kujo Miki avoided: "Don't want sugar."

"Sugar is innocent, it will cry."

Toru Watanabe handed the rice cake dipped in sugar to her mouth.

Kujo Miki hid twice, and finally couldn't eat anymore.

What I thought was unpalatable, but after I tried it, it tasted surprisingly good.

Time passed day by day, sometimes leisurely, sometimes busy, and soon it was New Year's Eve.

Watanabe's mother has been busy in the kitchen wearing an apron since the morning, preparing tomorrow's New Year dishes.

In the evening, according to the customs of the island country, she cooked soba for everyone.

"There is nothing special in the village, you will just take a look." She said to the two eldest ladies.

In fact, things are quite plentiful.

Half an egg, golden tempura, green onion, dark green shredded seaweed, and home-raised paddy duck.

Various colors, various colors, spread on the hot soba noodles, just look at it, there is a sense of richness.

Five people snorted and ate.

"The noodle soup is moderately thick and relaxing. The most important thing is that it has the taste of mother." Watanabe took a sip of the soup with complete satisfaction.

"What do you mean by mom's taste?" Kujo Miki took the spoon in her left hand, and took it quickly in her right hand, taking small bites.

"your mom......"

"Ok?"

"It's also my mother."

"Ok."

Watanabe's mother couldn't help smiling, and Watanabe's father sucked his noodles. He even put natto in the noodles.

Watanabe Toru said:

"Maggie, you didn't grow up with the food made by the snack mother, so you don't have this feeling. In Tokyo, what I miss most is the food made by my mother."

"Auntie's cooking retains the original flavor of the ingredients to the greatest extent. I like this cooking style very much." Kiyano Rin nodded and said.

"Then Xiao Rin will eat more tomorrow. I have been cooking for many years." Watanabe's mother said with joy.

On the side, Kujo Miki ate noodles on her own.

She did not behave politely and well, planning to please Watanabe's parents.

Watanabe drank the last sip of the soup and sighed contentedly: "This is how the New Year feels."

The TV in the corner, the TV station is playing the "Island Country Spring Festival Gala".

Ishikawa Sayuri finished her 42nd year, and LiSA made her debut.

.

The singing voice became more and more vigorous.

Kiyano Rin took a sip of the soup and let out a sigh: "The soup warms from the stomach to the whole body. It is very suitable for the cold New Year's Eve."

Watanabe stared at the TV.

The camera zoomed in, and LiSA's open mouth took up almost half of the screen.

"Right," he turned his head and looked at the two eldest ladies who were eating noodles slowly, "Would you like to visit the New Year?"

"Is there a shrine near here?" Kiyino Rin asked curiously.

In the past few days, full of motivation, she has almost traveled all over the village.

"It used to be, but it was abandoned a long time ago." Watanabe replied, "The shrine I said was the shrine in the town."

"Very good," said Watanabe's father, "I will drive you over."

"Are you looking for a friend from your shipping company to drink a bar?" Watanabe's mother said grimly.

"No, how could I drink while driving."

"Will you go?" Watanabe Toru asked the two eldest ladies.

"Will it be too troublesome?" Kiyano Rin looked at Watanabe's father.

"It's okay." Watanabe's father waved his hand quickly. "Although I don't drink, I want to talk to those guys."

"Thank you Uncle Watanabe." Rin Kiyano nodded slightly.

Kujo Miki never spoke.

Watanabe Toru held her hand with the spoon: "Come with me?"

Kujo Miki threw him away and continued to eat noodles-agreed.

When they were about to set off, Seiko Matsuda appeared in a white pagoda skirt.

The four people got in the Watanabe's kcar-the price was not as good as the skirt Miki Kujo wore in a day.

The two eldest ladies took the back seat, and Watanabe took the co-pilot.

A small car, driving in the peculiar night of the country.

"WooFairyGirl~" Watanabe hit the armrest of the car and sang the song Matsuda Seiko just sang.

"Shut up." The two eldest ladies said at the same time.

"Huh huh." Watanabe coughed lightly.

In the driver's seat, Watanabe's father glanced at his son.

Although his father is strict with his wife, he can bear it?

"Ah, lard bones, use them for stew, you have me to wash the eggs~~"

To other people's ears, Watanabe Toru is like this-to the extent that he can't even speak the island language.

The two elders in the back yelled again to shut up, but Watanabe sang louder.

"Don't hurt me, set up a bag, and make some noodles--"

The more he sang, the more confident he sang, and the louder he sang. The two eldest ladies frowned and looked at each other.

At this moment, the two of them were connected with each other, and the same thought emerged:

Sew Watanabe Toru's mouth.

The two people who were aware of this phenomenon snorted, turned away from each other, and looked at the night outside the window.

Watanabe's father pressed the window of the passenger car.

The cold wind blows back, Watanabe Toru's hair is blown up~www.wuxiaspot.com~It's cold! Dad, what are you doing! "

"It's ugly." Father Watanabe said lightly while holding the steering wheel.

"Even you despise me?! I'm your son!"

The two cold-faced ladies in the back seat laughed at the same time, their shoulders shaking.

There will be street lights occasionally on the road, and they flow into the darkness quickly like a streamer, but the bright Milky Way above your head is always there, no matter it is day or night.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw the bonfire in the shrine.

The sparks are flying, looking from a distance, like rain and fog.

When Watanabe's father got out of the car, he went to his co-worker. When Watanabe Toru returned, he could call him.

In the cold wind, two beautiful girls wrapped their clothes tightly, Watanabe Toru put his hands in his pockets.

The three climbed the stone steps, entered the ancient gate, and came to the campfire.

The staff at the shrine was distributing free sweet tea, and Watanabe saw that the cup was a disposable paper cup, so he went up and asked for three cups.

Kujo Miki supported her right hand with her left hand and a paper cup in her right hand. Not to mention expensive clothes, she had an extraordinary temperament just by her demeanor.

"Thank you." Kiyano Rin took the paper cup and held it in both hands.

She was still a little afraid of the cold, and after drinking the medicine miso soup for a few days, the effect was not so obvious.

The three of them stood by the campfire drinking sweet tea. On the opposite side of the campfire, there were overcrowded vendors.

Soon, the countdown bell rang.

"Another year is about to end." Watanabe Toru looked at the sparks rising from the campfire.

The two eldest ladies didn't speak, but their cheeks dyed red by the flames were undoubtedly thinking about something.

Perhaps, I am reminiscing about this incredible and never-before-seen year, and imagining what the next year will be like.

"Happy New Year." At the end of the bell, Watanabe said to the two with a smile.

"Happy New Year." The two responded at the same time.