Xiaolian, who was engrossed in eating persimmons, suddenly thought of something and said "Hmm!"

"What's wrong? Did you eat the persimmon core?" Toru Watanabe asked with concern.

"It's okay." Qingye Rin said, "Things that cannot be digested will be excreted from the body through the intestines and will not have much impact."

"You even know this? It seems that Doraemon's title can no longer describe you." Watanabe Toru looked at her in surprise.

"I have never acknowledged that title. If you must give me a title, please think of a cuter and more handsome one and report it to me."

"That's not going to be easy. Doraemon is already the cutest person I can think of with a handsome mouth."

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

"No matter how much you say that, it won't do." Toru Watanabe refused.

"Did you write bad things about me on the first page?"

"......No."

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

"Arche, I remembered, I'm here to ask you to make rice cakes."

"Why didn't you tell me 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 loudly and seriously.

"Yes, yes, it's all Persimmon's fault."

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

Everyone is working together to beat the rice cakes, one person rotates the hammer, another person rolls the rice cakes, and when they are tired, they change people.

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

"Archer, come and knock a few times, you are a lucky man!"

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

The hammer was lifted high, with the dark blue sky of a winter morning behind it, and then it was dropped heavily, landing on the steaming white glutinous rice balls.

Rin Kiyono was taking pictures with his mobile phone, sometimes putting his hand on his chin and looking into the camera, like a special correspondent from Tokyo.

"You will become smarter after eating, and you will all be admitted to Tokyo University." The aunt in charge of turning the rice cakes read out such blessings.

"Tomoko, Archer himself hasn't even been admitted to Tokyo University yet!" Uncle Honma laughed at the side.

Everyone who was drinking sweet tea and chatting also laughed.

Xiao Lian was grabbed by her mother and she wiped her mouth vigorously like she was removing hair from a pig. Her little body kept wanting to run here to see how the rice cakes were beaten.

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

"This?" Toru Watanabe raised the hammer in his hand.

"Well, is that okay?"

Watanabe Toru hesitated for a while, but finally agreed, but he replaced the aunt who was turning the rice cakes.

He squatted beside the stone mortar and said to Qingye Rin: "Qingye-san, look carefully, the place where the hammer should be struck is here."

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

"Also, this round and beautiful sphere is my head. You must not mistake it."

"What a fuss!"

Rin Kiyono banged the hammer, Toru Watanabe flipped the rice cake, and after confirming that his hand had retracted, she knocked again.

After playing for 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 that of laymen like Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono - they look frightened and worried that they will knock the hand of the person turning the rice cakes, but they will definitely not knock it.

"Hey! Hey!"

The men playing rice cakes all had hot sweat on their heads and shouted slogans.

The grains of rice turned into a sticky consistency. After knocking them a hundred or two hundred times, the glutinous rice balls in the stone mortar were put into the prepared basin.

Next comes women's work.

The pots were quickly moved into the house, and they placed the glutinous rice balls on the table, flattened them, cut them into pieces, and made rice cakes one after another.

The house was filled with fog, and the windows turned white.

Outside the foggy window, men were beating the next rice cake, and the sound of bugles came in.

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

After returning home, Seino Rin sat in the kotatsu in the living room, warming himself by the fire, eating rice cakes, eating oranges, and reading;

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

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

His lips were close to her graceful ears, and he spoke softly:

"Meiji, the rice cakes we just made are delicious."

"...Hmm." Miki Kujo responded vaguely.

"Look, Meiji."

Kujo Miki opened her sleepy eyes.

On Teru Watanabe's chopsticks, there was a piece of white rice cake, which was still steaming.

She closed her eyes again.

"Salty soy flour, sweet sugar, and soy sauce, which one do you want?"

"..."

"Try a bite of each?" Toru Watanabe dipped a corner of the rice cake into soy flour, "Ah——"

Hearing this 'Ah——', Miki Kujo opened her mouth and took a bite.

The warm rice cake is wrapped in soybean flour, which is very fragrant and delicious.

"Would you like another sugar-flavored one?"

Kujo Miki nodded and her eyes were completely opened.

However, she had no intention of eating it by herself, and still huddled in Toru Watanabe's arms like a baby.

"Little Meiji, ah——"

If Tetsu Watanabe dared to call her like this when she woke up from sleep, she would definitely stuff her stockings into his "Ah——" mouth.

But now... I just woke up and have no energy, so I don't care about him.

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

It's glutinous, sweet, and has a different flavor compared to salty.

"The bottom is sauce..."

Just as he was speaking, Kujo Miki tapped his chest with her head.

"What's wrong?" he lowered his head and asked.

Miki Kujo pursed her lips.

"So naughty." Toru Watanabe pecked her soft lips, "Okay, here's the soy sauce."

"I asked you to take the hair out of your mouth." Miki Kujo said every word, showing her helplessness and anger.

"So that's what it means."

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

"Is this freshly beaten rice cake?" Kujo Miki asked.

"Well, I just got it back, and Qingye also went there and tried it twice. I was so scared that I almost put on a helmet." Toru Watanabe said with a smile.

"She went too?"

"The whole village is there."

Kujo Miki sneered, and her hands under the quilt were wrapped around Watanabe Toru's flanks: "Where are you on the way back and forth?"

"She scolded me."

"Are you scolding that? You two are having fun flirting, right?"

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

The flesh on the flank was pinched.

Toru Watanabe continued:

"It's like 'I planned a lot for tomorrow today, but ended up playing with my mobile phone tomorrow'. Similar things happen every moment... My example seems inappropriate. In short,

I won't do that."
To be continued...