"Thank you." Qingye Rin picked up the rice cake with chopsticks, dipped it in a little sugar, and took a bite.

The teeth sank into the rice cake and made a crunching sound. The sound was extremely warm.

When the soft and glutinous inside of the rice cake is stretched and chewed, it will have a winter New Year atmosphere.

Rin Qingye dipped it in some sugar and flipped through the photo album while eating.

The quarrel between the two that Watanabe's mother imagined did not exist at all.

"Miki, do you want to eat?" Toru Watanabe walked over.

Kujo Miki didn't say whether she wanted to eat or not: "Come here and blow dry my hair."

She handed the hair dryer to Toru Watanabe and took the plate with rice cakes and soy sauce from him.

Watanabe Toru put his fingers into her long, slender and straight hair. It was wet and it still took a long time to dry it.

He first used his hands to test the temperature and wind speed of the hair dryer, trying to adjust it to a suitable setting.

After finishing this set of movements, I remembered that Kujo Miki had already adjusted it herself.

Gently tossing her hair, the other hand holding the hair dryer was blowing a little further away.

Miki Kujo dipped her hands in soy sauce and ate rice cakes.

"Is it delicious?" Toru Watanabe asked.

“Generally, it’s mainly because my hands feel sore when drying my hair.”

"..."

When her hair was almost dry, Kujo Miki returned the plate to Watanabe Toru, with two pieces of rice cake, and she took two bites of each.

Watanabe Toru could only eat what she had eaten... the sugar dipped in it was leftover from Kiyono Rin.

Everything has been used by others.

Poor Toru Watanabe’s rice cake eating experience.

On December 27th, as the New Year was approaching, the Watanabe family began to clean up.

"Ah——" Toru Watanabe stuck his butt out, pushed the rag, and sprinted back and forth in the corridor.

"What are you doing?" Kiyono Rin, wearing a scarf on her head and holding a rag in her hand, transforming into a housekeeper, asked Watanabe Toru dissatisfied.

"Mopping the floor, what's wrong?" Toru Watanabe raised his head in confusion.

"Then why are you shouting so loudly? A child?"

"Kyono-kun, you don't understand. Cleaning is a painful thing for me, so I have to make it fun."

"To be fun means to yell and scream?"

"Of course not. The so-called fun, for example, just now, when I was trying to sprint quickly, I wanted to see if I could blow up your skirt with the wind. When I thought of this possibility, wiping the floor became less tiring."

"...Are you a pervert?"

"No, no, no." Toru Watanabe shook his head solemnly, "It is definitely not my purpose to blow up your skirt. Working easily is what I want."

"I understand what you mean." Qingye Rin nodded, "You are indeed a pervert."

"Whatever you say, kid, perverted, naive? I don't care about other people's opinions. By the way, I also learned this from Lord Kiyonogami."

"You actually care about me being a pervert." Qingye Rin put his hand on his forehead and said helplessly: "I don't remember teaching you this."

"This is called drawing inferences by analogy, drawing inferences from one instance, drawing inferences from one corner, knowing ten from one thing, asking an ox to know a horse, and using a subtle..."

"Xiao Che!" Watanabe's mother's voice came from the living room.

"coming!"

Watanabe Toru hung the wet rag beside the bucket, walked around the corridor in front of the entrance, and walked into the living room.

Watanabe stood in front of the phone.

Miki Kujo huddled in the kotatsu, lying on her side on the ground, supporting her head with her left hand, and flipping through Toru Watanabe's previous summer observation diary with her right hand.

Where did that kind of thing come from?

"The Honma family called and asked you to get the persimmons." Watanabe's mother said.

"now?"

Seeing his reluctance, Watanabe's mother asked in surprise: "When did you like cleaning so much?"

"No one can stay the same. It's only a matter of time before I fall in love with something as interesting as cleaning."

Watanabe's mother didn't understand her son, who had been in Tokyo for more than half a year, and didn't bother to ask.

"Remember to bring the natto. Go back quickly and come back early to help clean up."

"Okay, I'll go by motorcycle." Watanabe Tetsu responded.

As he was leaving, he noticed Kujo Miki lying on the kotatsu.

She will definitely not do such things as cleaning. If she is allowed to stay like this, even if she understands that rich people do not need to clean themselves, Watanabe's mother will probably be dissatisfied with her.

"Mei Ji, Mei Ji, my Mei Ji."

"what?"

"Will you come with me?"

"Not going."

"Isn't it agreed that I will take you for a ride on a Honda Wolf?"

“Can you go for a ride on a motorcycle?”

"Back then, Gregory Peck was riding a scooter, carrying the European princess Audrey Hepburn, wandering in the streets of Rome. Today, I, Tetsuya Watanabe, am riding a scooter, taking the island princess Miki.

You can see all the country roads in Zecun."

"The two of them were not together at the end of Roman Holiday."

"Don't confuse movies with reality. Audrey Hepburn is not a princess at all." Toru Watanabe said nonchalantly.

Miki Kujo breathed out hard through her nose and stood up slowly with great impatience.

"Hurry up, I'm going to get the natto and the cart." Toru Watanabe said, walking towards the place where the natto is kept at home.

Natto is wrapped in straw and looks like White Rabbit toffee.

There were four bundles in total. Watanabe Toru took one bundle and sprinkled the powdered [Qi and Blood Medicine] on the other three bundles to make sure it was invisible.

Three pills are not much, but they are enough to keep Watanabe's father healthy and free from illness for a period of time.

Next year, just keep putting it in natto.

As for his mother, Toru Watanabe was thinking about whether to put it in the honey or add the medicine when serving the soup.

There are also Miki Kujo and Rin Kiyono.

I have been active in the countryside all day these days, so I secretly gave them some food. They thought it was because of the good air in the countryside and the fact that I exercised more.

Watanabe Toru took the trapped natto and walked to the warehouse.

He dismantled the cargo box of the Honda Coyote.

Kujo Miki glanced at the back seat which was 'definitely uncomfortable to sit in': "You're just going to let me sit in this?"

"It's not very comfortable." Toru Watanabe nodded, "Why don't we just walk there? It's not far."

"No." Miki Kujo smiled, as if thinking of something fun, "I'll take you."

"You ride? Can you do it?" Toru Watanabe asked.

"What's so difficult about a motorcycle? Let alone a Honda Coyote."

What happened to the Honda Coyote? Global sales exceeded 100 million!

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Sawamura hardly sees anyone and won't bump into anyone, not to mention that he is still there.

"Well, it's also fun to let the princess take me."

Watanabe Toru first rode the Honda Symbol onto the road, then got into the back seat, with Kujo Miki sitting in front of him.

"Don't worry, turn the accelerator. Even if you fall, I will be underneath you to prevent you from getting hurt," said Toru Watanabe.

"Can't you pick me up or support me with your feet before I fall?" Kujo Miki turned around and said.

Their faces were very close to each other.

Watanabe Toru could see the excitement and anticipation in her eyes.

"Wouldn't it sound better to say it this way? It makes me love you more."

"Don't talk nice." Kujo Miki turned around and said, "Let's go."

"Mei Ji, come out...wait, wait, slow down!"

In just three seconds, the front wheel of the car plunged into the ditch.

Watanabe Toru held Miki Kujo in his arms and jumped out of the car first.
To be continued...