This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"It's probably what I said, Miss Nakajima will stay here for half a year, understand?"

Beichuan Temple took out the cleaned flower mushrooms from the small stainless steel pot, shook the wrist lightly, and cut them with a knife on the surface of the mushrooms. After removing the mushroom holders, put oil in the pot and fry them slightly until the surface was fried slightly yellow. Finally, take it out to control the oil, pour out part of the oil in the pot, leave a little bottom oil, and then put in the prepared chicken puree for frying.

Add salt to the chicken, then add the mushrooms and stir-fry together, and finally pour in the water in which the broth cubes have been dissolved.

The fresh scent came out all at once, making Kitagawa Eri's nose twitch uncontrollably.

She walked to Beichuan Temple, and then said in surprise, "Brother Si, can you still cook?"

Beichuan Temple usually cooks breakfast, which is ordinary simple bread and milk salad, so Beichuan Eri has always felt that Beichuan Temple can't cook, at least not as proficient as he is now, and he does things cleanly.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple glanced at her, feeling that everyone in the world knew about his abilities, but she alone knew nothing about herself.

"Oh——this smell, isn't it too good?"

Looking at the half-yellow, bubble-bubbling hot soup in the pot, Mika Nakajima, who just said she would come to help, drifted over.

She looked at it for a long time, and then said in surprise: "This shouldn't be traditional miso soup, right?"

"My own recipe." Kitagawa Temple simply replied, adding the mirin at hand into the broth, and then turning on a low heat to simmer.

Then he reached out to test the temperature of the oil in the pan on the second stove.

After I felt that it was almost the same, I bought and processed the three herrings and fried them slowly in the pan.

The herring has been treated with cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, and the oil temperature is not high, and it will not stick to the pan when it is fried slowly and turned over.

He took out another pan from the bottom of the table, washed it and turned on the third stove.

Next comes the sauce for the fried herring.

Although there are mostly Japanese-style ingredients here, Beichuan Temple still retains Chinese-style cooking habits.

Usual oil, like cooking on high heat.

It's just that he seems to have considered something, so he doesn't use heavy oil, and he doesn't use the traditional Chinese wide oil.

"Uh...Brother Si...you can use three stoves?"

Kitagawa Eri's eyes widened.

"It's a good thing I didn't let you fight, I'm still talking too much here." Beichuan Temple said.

Well--

Kitagawa Eri covered her mouth, and obediently walked back to the sofa to watch her favorite animal show.

Mika Nakajima watched as Kitagawa Temple split the butter into small pieces with a few knives, and then put it into the pot with his backhand. At the same time, he might as well reach out and flip the fried herring in the pot to the other side.

With such an orderly rhythm and appearance, it felt like even if she wanted to help, it would only be a disservice.

"Then I'll go there too, Beichuan-kun, you're busy."

"Um."

Beichuan Temple responded without raising his head, and while putting the three fish parts into three plates, he poured the black pepper sauce in the third pan on the fish. radiate out.

He got green vegetables and tomatoes as a side dish, put the two dinner plates on the table, and raised his head to say hello.

"It's time to eat."

"Here we go! Let me, Beichuan Eri, taste the first meal of Brother Temple's formal cooking! Ah——Miss Mika, please invite me first."

Kitagawa Eri sat down noisily.

But Mika Nakajima found out that Eri Kitagawa, who was originally noisy, stopped speaking loudly very consciously as soon as she sat down to eat.

‘Is this also the reason for Beichuan-kun’s discipline? '

Mika Nakajima murmured in her heart, but she still leaned over to the table.

"Brother Si, how did the fried herring have such a taste? It's too delicious." Beichuan Eri lowered her voice.

Beichuan Temple took a sip of soup from a small bowl before replying, "My own recipe, I will write one for you when I have time."

"Okay." Kitagawa Eri nodded, and then obediently began to eat.

Kitagawa Eri started to eat. And Mika Nakajima sat on the other side, also picked up the steaming soup bowl, and took a sip of the soup like Kitagawa Temple.

Then--

"It's so hot! But it's so fragrant..."

Mika Nakajima stuck out her tongue.

She has never been a gourmet, so there is not as much drama as in the novel.

After all, most people can’t think of so many adjectives to describe food, so her expression is straightforward:

"One more bowl, Beichuan-kun."

Kitagawa Temple took Nakajima Mika's small bowl, filled it with another bowl of soup, and asked at the same time:

"Is it good to drink?"

"It's delicious."

Mika Nakajima praised.

After hearing this sentence, Beichuan Temple nodded: "Indeed, I also think it's delicious."

Well--?

Mika Nakajima pinched the bowl, her mouth twitched, and she was surprised by Beichuan Temple's 'immodest' behavior.

She wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

On the other side, Kitagawa Eri still ate without speaking and using her chopsticks.

Seemingly aware of Mika Nakajima's expression, Kitagawa Temple picked up a chopstick of fish meat, dipped it in the fish sauce and ate it, and asked: "Miss Nakajima prefers the kind of 'Obviously well done, but you have to pretend to be too modest' people?"

"That's not true." Nakajima Mika replied.

"Then I don't have to pretend to be in front of you." Beichuan Temple put down his chopsticks, and continued as a matter of course: "If I only deal with people once or twice, maybe I will remain humble, but you will stay at my house next. In half a year, I don't think we need to have so many defenses against each other, right?"

this boy...

Nakajima Mikamu showed a hint of surprise.

From the initial questioning to the natural reversal now, Beichuan Temple seems to have imagined his own reaction and answer.

No wonder Chiba Ying said that Beichuan Temple is not a simple young man——

Thinking of this, Mika Nakajima laughed twice:

"That's right, I was being cautious."

On the other side, Kitagawa Eri was still eating without saying a word.

Beichuan Temple's gaze slowed down slightly:

"Well, I hope you can adapt to the environment here as soon as possible, Ms. Nakajima."

Mika Nakajima corrected her attitude slightly:

"Okay, please give me more advice later, Beichuan-kun."

As for Kitagawa Eri——

She was still eating, and her little face was full of happiness to eat such a delicious dish.

Bei Chuan Eri was even thinking while eating, she might as well let Bei Chuan Temple cook in the future, and she would just be a salted fish waiting to eat, how nice it would be.

On the other side, Chiba house in Tokyo.

"Sister, what are you still looking at?"

Chiba Cang looked at Chiba Ying who was standing by the window, and asked incomprehensibly.

Qianye Yingying had been standing by the window for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking about.

"Hey." Qianye Ying sighed leisurely: "I'm thinking about one thing."

Chiba Cang touched his head: "Thinking about something?"

Qianye Yingchu sat down with a cane, her voice was a bit confused: "I was thinking, whether it was the right choice to hand Miss Mika to Senior Beichuan."

"Well... Didn't Sister Mika agree to this matter?" Chiba Cang didn't understand why Chiba Ying would think about such a thing.

"Sister Yihua agreed for my sake. I just hope that her tense spirit can relax for a while, and then she thinks about asking Senior Beichuan."

Chiba Ying was silent for a while: "Sister Mihua's condition...is not right...it's because her current mental state is already very wrong, so I want her to experience—"

"Experience... What can I experience by sending Miss Mika to Senior Beichuan?"

Chiba Ying shook her head and stopped talking.

Senior Beichuan.

I hope you can bring Miss Mihua back from the edge of the cliff.

 …

The after-dinner life of the Beichuan family is very simple. Eri Beichuan took out her homework to do, and started watching TV after the homework was done.

And Beichuan Temple went out for a walk. After the walk, he entered the room and didn't know what to do.

The two of them entered the normal rhythm of life, Mika Nakajima looked at the two of them, and felt that she seemed to relax a lot at once.

While drinking tea, she watched Eri Kitagawa doing her homework.

Eri Kitagawa did her homework well, but when Mika Nakajima saw it, she became quite nervous, and she made a lot of mistakes in some math calculations.

This is the real national goddess! Unlike those who only became popular for a while, there are still rumors about her on the Internet.

She was a little too nervous, and a trace of sweat leaked from her smooth and white forehead.

"Don't worry, think slowly, look at the collection symbols on this side, and on the other side."

The greeting came from behind, and Mika Nakajima leaned down and began to guide softly!

The situation where the tension was relieved in an instant like in the anime did not appear on Kitagawa Eri, her hands and feet went limp, and she hit the table with a slap.

"pain!"

Kitagawa Eri called out.

Mika Nakajima took two steps back, and said embarrassingly, "Are you all right? Cough...Sorry, I just..."

"No...it's okay, I'm just a little over excited."

Eri Beichuan waved her palm vigorously, a look of embarrassment appeared on her innocent face: "Because Sister Mika has always been my idol, I especially like the songs sung by Sister Mika."

"Really?" Mika Nakajima rarely showed a sad smile.

She rolled her eyes and asked, "Does Eri like my songs too?"

"Yes, it is!"

Kitagawa Eri nodded vigorously.

"Especially that song by you, Sister Mihua! The song "The Shape of Flowers", I thought it was a song about spring, but I didn't expect you, Sister Mihua, to write about the time when everything withers in autumn."

"That's my favorite song! It even helped me get out of the low point in my life."

Kitagawa Eri was a little excited.

"The Shape of Flowers", one of the top five singles in Japan's ninth annual.

It tells the scene of a girl when the early autumn comes.

The meaning of the so-called "flower shape" is not a simple "flower shape", it is also the shape of the flower of the heart.

The flowers in reality withered, and everything was silent.

But the flower of people's heart never withers, it blooms quietly.

At that time, this song inspired many people to rise up again, and even reduced the suicide rate of that era.

It is also this song "The Shape of Flowers" that once again brought Mika Nakajima to a new level.

"Really?" Mika Nakajima blinked her eyes, and she raised a finger: "In this case, sister Eri, I will make a promise with you, as long as you finish your homework, I will promise you a small request." How about a song, for example?"

"Really?" Beichuan Eri jumped up happily: "I will work hard!"

Encouraged by her idol, Kitagawa Eri tried her best and finished all her homework in a short while.

Originally, she was admitted to Jingbei by relying on her own level, and she can be regarded as a figure of the schoolmaster, so naturally she would not be stumped by this small homework.

At the beginning, I was just too nervous, so I didn't play well.

"..." Nakajima Mika had a complicated expression on her face.

She originally thought that Beichuan Eri was just an ordinary student with a mid-range grade, and she also thought that she would have to wait for her for a long time.

But I didn't expect that Beichuan Eri, like his elder brother, seems to be inconspicuous in studies, but he is also a top student.

"Sister Mika! I'm done!" Eri Kitagawa came to Mika Nakajima with a small face looking forward.

"...Well, what's Eri-san's request?"

Nakajima Mika didn't intend to break her promise, she checked and said.

"I want to hear Sister Mihua sing "The Shape of Flowers"."

Mika Nakajima rubbed her throat, muttering in her heart.

There is a section in "The Shape of Flowers" that needs to be so high... I don't know if my voice can support it now.

But an agreement is an agreement.

Mika Nakajima sat by the sofa, took a few deep breaths, opened her voice, and sang the first verse of "The Shape of Flowers" under the gaze of Eri Kitagawa.

The soft and gentle voice rippling in the living room, even without the accompaniment of musical instruments, this clear, methodical and solid singing skill also involved Beichuan Eri into the early autumn moment.

Looking at the ruins of everything, she is not in despair, the flower of her heart is quietly blooming.

Mika Nakajima also had a smile on her face seeing Kitagawa Eri like this.

Her throat was already a little uncomfortable, and she might not be able to sing the high-pitched part, so she lowered the song by two keys, and added two lines of lyrics as if improvising, making the climax part more soothing and pleasant.

This is the strength of Nakajima Mika Tenwang level.

Even if she is not in a good state now, she still has many ways to finish singing a song.

There are still many emergencies at the concert site, which require the singer's ability to adapt.

And as an active national female singer, she is naturally qualified in these aspects.

Besides... it's also a way to fulfill promises.

At the end of the song, Bei Chuan Eri clapped her hands, her little face was flushed red: "Sister Mika sang really well!"

This terrifying and solid foundation is worthy of her applause.

"hehe..."

Mika Nakajima pretended to cough dryly twice, lowering her voice slightly: "It's best if Sister Eri is happy."

"Well, I am already very satisfied to hear Sister Mihua singing "The Shape of Flower" to me alone."

The two chatted again in the living room.

But they didn't notice that at the entrance of the living room, the figure of Beichuan Temple had slowly receded.

Beichuan Temple went straight upstairs, walked into the room and called Chiba Yingying.

After the connection over there, he asked calmly, "Miss Chiba, I want to ask you something, please answer me honestly."

"About Ms. Nakajima, are you deliberately hiding something?"

"for example--"

"Illness."

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