Xiaolian, who was burying her head to eat persimmons, suddenly remembered something and said, "Yeah!".

"What's wrong? Eat the persimmon pits?" Tsuku Watanabe asked with concern.

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

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

"I have never admitted that title. If you have to get me the title, please report it to me if you are a little cute and handsome."

"That's not easy to deal with. Doraemon is the cutest and handsome guy I think of."

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

"No matter what, that won't work." Watanabe Tsuki refused.

“Did I write bad things about me on the first page?”

"No."

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

"Arche, we remembered that we are here to ask you to cook rice cakes."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Shiro Watanabe 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 the fault of persimmons."

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

Everyone was working together to make rice cakes. One person took the hammer and the other person rolled the rice cakes. When they were tired, they would change people.

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

"Arche, come and knock it a few times, you are a blessed person!"

"Okay." Shiro Watanabe walked forward and took the hammer.

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

Rin Kiyono took a photo with his cell phone, sometimes putting his hand on his chin and pondered at the camera, like a special correspondent from Tokyo.

"I became smarter after eating, and I was admitted to Dongda University." The aunt who was in charge of making rice cakes was chanting such blessings.

"Tycho, Archer hasn't been admitted to Dongda University yet!" Uncle Honma laughed.

Everyone who was chatting with sweet tea also laughed.

Xiaolian was grabbed by her mother and wiped her mouth hard as if she was removing her hair from the pig. Her little body kept trying to run here, wanting to see what the rice cake was beaten.

"Class Watanabe, can you let me try it?" Kiyono Rin said suddenly.

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

"Yeah, is that OK?"

Watanabe Tsubaki hesitated a little, but he finally agreed, but he replaced the aunt who turned the rice cake.

He squatted beside the stone mortar and said to Rin Kiyono: "Class Kiyono, I'm sure, here is the place where the hammer should be hit."

"I know." Rin Kiyono was a little dissatisfied with his prompt.

"Also, this round and beautiful sphere is my head, so you must not read it wrong."

"Talk!"

Rin Kiyono knocked on the hammer, Tsubu Watanabe flipped over the rice cake, and after confirming that his hand had retracted, she knocked on it 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 as good as an outsider like Watanabe Toru and Kiyono Rin, who looks frightened. He is worried that he will knock the hands of the rice cake, but he will never knock it.

"Hey! Hey!"

The men who made rice cakes all sweated on their heads and shouted horns.

The rice turned viscous, knocked one or two hundred times, and put the glutinous rice balls in the stone mortar into the prepared basin.

Next is the work of women.

The basin was quickly transferred to the house. They placed the glutinous rice balls on the table, flattened, cut them into pieces, and made into rice cake quilts.

The room was filled with fog and the windows turned white.

Outside the foggy window, the men were beating a rice cake, and the shouts came in.

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

When he got home, Kiyono Rin sat in the living room in the quilt, roasted the fire, ate rice cakes, ate oranges, and read books;

Toru Watanabe took a plate and sent it to Miki Kyujo who was still sleeping upstairs.

Like last time, he asked Miki Kujo to snuggle in his arms and covered her with a quilt, revealing her delicate and delicate face.

His lips pressed against her beautifully contoured ears, and he said softly:

"Meiji, the rice cake that I just cooked is delicious."

"Yes." Miki Kyujo responded in a daze.

"Look, Mei Ji."

Miki Kyujo opened her sleepy eyes.

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

She closed her eyes again.

"With salty soybean powder, sweet sugar, and soy sauce, what do you want?"

""

"Taste every thing?" Watanabe Shirota covered a corner of the rice cake with soybean flour, "Ah."

Hearing this outfit, Miki Kyujo opened her mouth and took a bite.

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

"Another sip of sugar-flavored?"

Miki Kyujo nodded, her eyes completely opened.

But she had no intention of eating herself, and she still hugged in Watanabe Tsubaki's arms like a baby.

"Little Meiji, ah"

If she woke up normally and Tsukuba Watanabe dared to call her like that, she would definitely stuff her stockings into his mouth.

But now I just woke up and didn't have the strength to worry about him.

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

It is glutinous, sweet, and has a flavor compared to the salty taste.

"There is the sauce below"

As he was speaking, Miki Kyujo knocked his head on the chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked with his head down.

Miki Kyujo Nunu's mouth.

"So naughty." Shiro Watanabe pecked at her soft lips, "Okay, soy sauce is below, come on."

"I asked you to take away the hair in your mouth." Miki Nijo paused word by word, showing helplessness and anger.

"So that's what it means."

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

"Is this the rice cake I just made?" asked Miki Kujo.

"Well, I just got it back, Kiyono went there too, and I tried it twice, which scared me so much that I almost wore a helmet." Tsuku Watanabe said with a smile.

"She went there too?"

"The whole village is there."

Miki Kyujo sneered, and her hands in the quilt were wrapped around Toru Watanabe's side abdomen: "Where is the way back and forth?"

"I was scolded by her."

"Are you scolding? The two of them are so happy to have sex, right?"

"Miki, don't worry." Shiro Watanabe fed her a bite of rice cake. "Although I have a little bit of an instinctive idea of ​​both of you, what I think in my heart and how to do it are actually different."

The flesh on the flanks was pinched.

Watanabe Tsubasa continued:

"It's like 'I planned a lot today for tomorrow, but I ended up playing with my phone tomorrow'. It seems like something like this happens every moment. In short, I won't do that."

"What are you actually planning to do?"
To be continued...