I Loaded The Dating Sim

Xiao Lian, who was immersed in eating persimmons, suddenly thought of something with an “en!”

“What’s the matter? Have you eaten the persimmon core?” Watanabe Toru asked concerned.

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

“You connect this You all know? It seems that Dora A Rin’s title can no longer describe you.” Watanabe Toru looked at her in surprise.

“I have never admitted that title. If 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 the cutest and handsome mouth I can think of.”

“It seems that you think of a lot of unpleasant titles.” Kiyano Rin looks Looking at Watanabe Toru, with a gentle smile, “Remember to show me your notebook when you come back to Tokyo.”

“No matter how you say it,” Watanabe Toru refused.

“Is the first page written ill of me?”

“…No.”

Xiaolian looked up at the two , Blinking, finally found a chance to speak while Watanabe Toru was caught.

“Archer, we remembered that we came to ask you to make rice cakes.”

“Why didn’t you say it earlier?” Watanabe Toru rubbed her head.

“It’s all its fault, it has nothing to do with us!” Xiaolian pointed at the persimmon tree and said seriously.

“Yes, it’s all persimmon’s fault.”

The three left the river and walked back to the front court.

Everyone is making a concerted effort to play 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 Spiritual God, so if you have time, everyone will participate.

“Archer, you also 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 was taking pictures with his mobile phone, sometimes touching his chin, groaning towards the camera, like a special reporter from Tokyo.

“Eating to become smarter, all of them were admitted to Dongda.” Aunt, who was in charge of turning the nian gao, said such a blessing.

“Tomoko, Archer himself has not been admitted to the University of Tokyo!” Honma uncle said with a big smile on the side.

Everyone who drank sweet tea and chatted also laughed.

Xiao Lian was caught by her mother and wiped her mouth like a pig. Her small body always wanted 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?”

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

He squatted on the edge of the stone mortar and said to Kiyano Rin: “Kiyano classmate, look good, here is where the hammer should be hit.”

“I know.” A hint for him , Kiyano Rin is slightly dissatisfied.

“Also, this round and beautiful sphere is my head. Don’t make a mistake.”

“Long-winded!”

Kiyano Rin knocked a hammer, Watanabe Toru 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.

Uncle’s cooperation with Auntie is not comparable to laymen like Watanabe Toru and Kiyano Rin-it looks trembling in fear, and I’m worried about knocking the hand of the person who turned the rice cake, but absolutely not knocked.

“Hey! Hey!”

The guys who play rice cakes, all of them are sweating and shouting in their mouths.

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

Next is the work of women.

The pots were quickly transferred to the house. They put the glutinous rice balls on the table, flattened them, and cut them into cubes. One portion of the rice cake was made.

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 a frenzy, driving away the chill of winter morning.

Back home, Kiyano Rin sat on the stove in the living room, grilling fire, eating rice cakes, eating oranges, and reading;

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

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

He pressed his lips against her beautifully contoured ears, and said softly in his voice:

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

“…Hmm.” Kujo Miki answered dumbly.

“Look, Miki.”

Kujo Miki opened his sleepy eyes.

Watanabe Toru’s chopsticks is steaming with a piece of white rice cake sandwiched between them.

She closed her eyes again.

“Salty soybean powder, sweet white sugar, and soy sauce, what would you like?”

“…”

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

Hearing this body’Ah—’, Kujo Miki opened his mouth and took a bite .

The warm rice cakes are wrapped in soybean flour. They are very fragrant and delicious.

“Another bite of sugar flavor?”

Kujo Miki nodded, his eyes opened completely.

However, she has no plan to eat herself, and she still shrinks in Watanabe Toru’s arms like a baby.

“Little Miki, ah–“

If she usually wakes up, Watanabe Toru would dare to call her so, she would definitely put her stockings on him “Ah–” Mouth.

But now…..I just woke up, I don’t have the strength to care about him.

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

The glutinous, sweet, and salty taste also has a flavor.

“Here is sauce…”

As he said, Kujo Miki tapped his chest with his head.

“What’s the matter?” He lowered his head and asked.

Kujo Miki Nunu mouth.

“It’s really naughty.” Watanabe Toru pecked at her soft lips, “Okay, here’s soy sauce, come.”

“I asked you to take your mouth. Remove the hair strands inside.” Kujo Miki 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, just got it back, Kiyano went there too, and tried two more times, it scared me to wear a helmet.” Watanabe Toru said with a smile.

“She went too?”

“The whole village is there.”

Kujo Miki sneered, the hand in the quilt, ringed in Watanabe On Toru’s flanks: “Where are you on the way back and forth?”

“I was scolded by her.”

“Are you scolding? The two flirted with each other. Are you happy?”

“Miki, don’t worry.” Watanabe Toru gave her a bite of rice cake, “Although I have a little bit of what you two are and so on, what do I think in my heart, and How to actually do it is two different things.”

The meat on the flanks was pinched.

Watanabe Toru continued:

“It’s like’I planned a lot for tomorrow, and I ended up playing on the phone tomorrow.’ It’s like things all the time. It’s all happening… My example doesn’t seem appropriate. In short, I won’t do that.”

“Then what are you actually going to do?”

“Of course I am marrying you. Kiyano and I are just friends, but what…”

“But what?”

“I want you to become friends again. “

“Impossible.” Kujo Miki said not even think, and then changed into a drownily tone, “Soy flour.”

Watanabe Toru dipped rice cake with soy flour and fed it to her eat.

“Kiyano looks down on other people of the same sex except you. Only you can become her friend. Others can’t.”

In this sentence, replace’Kiyano’ with ‘ Miki’, the same applies-considering Kujo Miki’s proud personality, Watanabe Toru did not say.

“Is impossible to say impossible. Sugar.”

“What is impossible? You didn’t like sugar before, don’t you feel okay after trying it?” Watanabe Toru said .

“Stop eating.” Kujo Miki closed his eyes and leaned in his arms to go to sleep.

“Okay, I am wrong, I am wrong, impossible, come on, Miki, my Miki, open your mouth, ah—”

Kujo Miki avoids: “Don’t sugar .”

“Sugar is innocent, it will cry.”

Watanabe Toru passed the sugar-dipped rice cake to her mouth.

Kujo Miki hid twice and finally couldn’t eat it.

Something that I thought was awful, but after I tried it, it tasted surprisingly good.

Time passes day by day, sometimes leisurely, sometimes busy, and soon it’s New Year’s Eve.

Mother Watanabe has been busy in the kitchen wearing an apron since morning, preparing for 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 Young Lady.

In fact, things are quite abundant.

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

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

Five people snorted and ate.

“The noodle soup is moderately thick, relaxing, and most importantly, it also has the taste of mother.” Watanabe Toru took a sip of the soup contentedly.

“What does the smell of mother mean?” Kujo Miki took the spoon in his left hand, took it quickly with the right hand, and ate with small bites.

“Your mother……”

“en?”

“It is also my mother.”

“Hmm “

Mother Watanabe couldn’t help smiling. Father Watanabe sucked his noodles. He even put natto in the noodles.

Watanabe Toru said:

“Miki, you didn’t grow up from the snack mother made, so there is no such feeling. In Tokyo, what I miss most is the mother’s meal. “

“Aunt’s cooking retains the original flavor of the ingredients to the greatest extent. I like this cooking style very much,” said Kiyano Rin nodded.

“Then Xiao Rin will eat more tomorrow. I have been cooking for many years.” Mother Watanabe said with joy.

On the side, Kujo Miki each minding their own business eating noodles.

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

Watanabe Toru drank the last sip of the soup and sighed contentedly: “This is the feeling of the New Year.”

The TV in the corner, NHK TV is showing “Island Spring Festival Gala” “”Red and White Song Meeting”.

Ishikawa Sayuri finished her 42nd year of “Gundam” and LiSA made her debut.

“Know the reason for becoming strong, take me and move forward.”

The singing of “Red Lotus” became more and more vigorous.

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

Watanabe Toru stared at the TV.

The camera zooms in, and LiSA’s open mouth takes up almost half of the screen.

“Right,” he turned his head and looked at the two Eldest Young Lady slowly eating noodles. “Would you like to visit the New Year?”

“There is a shrine nearby?” Kiyano Rin said curiously.

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

“It used to be, but it has been deserted.” Watanabe Toru replied, “The shrine in the town that I said to visit during the New Year.”

“Very well.” Watanabe Dad said, “I’ll drive you there.”

“Are you looking for a friend from your shipping company to drink a bar?” Mother Watanabe said grimly.

“No, how can I drink while driving.”

“Will I go?” Watanabe Toru asked the two Eldest Young Lady.

“Will it be too troublesome?” Kiyano Rin looked towards Father Watanabe.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Watanabe father waved his hand quickly, “Although I don’t drink, I want to chat with those guys.”

“Thank you Watanabe Uncle.” Kiyano Rin slightly nodded.

Kujo Miki never speaks.

Watanabe Toru held her hand with the spoon and asked her: “Come with me?”

Kujo Miki shook off his hand and continued to eat noodles, which agreed.

When they were ready to go, Matsuda Holy Son in a white pagoda skirt appeared.

Four people got in the kcar at Watanabe’s house-the price is not as good as the skirt Kujo Miki wears in a day.

The two Eldest Young Lady sit in the back seat, and Watanabe Toru sits in the co-pilot.

Small cars, driving in the unique night of the countryside.

“WooFairyGirl~” Watanabe Toru knocked on the armrest of the car and sang the song that Matsuda Holy Son just sang.

“Shut up.” The two Eldest Young Lady said simultaneously.

“Hmm.” Watanabe Toru lightly coughed.

In the driver’s seat, Father Watanabe glanced at his son.

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

“Ah, lard bones, take the bittern, you have me wash the eggs~~”

In other people’s ears, Watanabe Toru’s “Red Lotus” is like this ——The degree to which I can’t even speak the island language.

The next two Eldest Young Lady shouted and shut up again, but Watanabe Toru sang louder.

“Don’t bother me, make a bag, and make a quick noodles–“

The more he sang, the more confident he became, and the louder he sang. The two Eldest Young Lady frowned and faced each other. Took a look.

At this moment, the two of them are connected with each other and have the same idea:

Sew Watanabe Toru’s mouth.

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

Father Watanabe presses the passenger window.

The cold wind blows back and Watanabe Toru’s hair is blown up.

“It’s cold! Dad, what are you doing!”

“It’s too ugly.” Father Watanabe said lightly while holding the steering wheel.

“Even you hate me?! I’m your son!”

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

Street lights will occasionally appear on the road, they flow into the darkness quickly like a streamer, but the bright galaxy above your head is always there, no matter it is day or night.

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

The fire star is flying, looking from a distance, like rain and mist.

When Father Watanabe got out of the car, he went to his co-worker, and when he asked Watanabe Toru to go back, just 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. Watanabe Toru saw that the cup was a disposable paper cup, so he went up and asked for three cups.

Kujo Miki holds the right hand with his left hand, and the right hand holds a paper cup. Not to mention expensive clothes, just looking at her demeanor, she has an extraordinary temperament.

“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 miso soup that was prescribed for a few days, the effect was not so obvious.

Three people stood by the campfire drinking sweet tea. On the opposite side of the campfire, there were crowded vendors.

Soon, the countdown bell rang.

“Another year is about to end.” Watanabe Toru watched the fire star rising from the campfire.

Neither Eldest Young Lady spoke, but their cheeks stained red by the flames were undoubtedly thinking about something.

Perhaps, I am recalling this incredible and never-before-seen year, and imagine what the next year will be like.

“Happy New Year.” Watanabe Toru smiled and said to the two at the end of the bell.

“Happy New Year.” The two responded at the same time.