"Of course I'm marrying you. Kiyono and I are just friends, but that's it."

"But what?"

"I want you to be friends again."

"Impossible." Miki Kujo said without thinking, then changed into a lazy tone, "Soybean powder."

Toru Watanabe used rice cakes to dip them into soybean flour and fed them to her.

"Kyono looks down on other homosexuals except you. Only you can become her friend, and no one else can do it."

This sentence, if you replace "Qiano" with "Miki", it also applies to considering the proud personality of Miki Kyujo, and Toru Watanabe did not say it.

"It's impossible to say it's impossible. White sugar."

"What's impossible? You didn't like to eat sugar before, but after trying it, don't you feel that it's OK?" said Toru Watanabe.

"No more eating." Miki Kyujo closed her eyes and leaned in his arms to prepare to go to bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I can't come, Meiji, my Meiji, open your mouth, ah."

Miki Kyujo avoided: "Don't have sugar."

"White sugar is innocent, it's about to cry."

Toru Watanabe handed the rice cake stained with sugar to her mouth.

Miki Kujo hid for a few times, but in the end she couldn't eat it.

I thought it was very unpalatable, but after trying it, it tasted unexpectedly good.

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

Since the morning, Watanabe's mother has been working in the kitchen in an apron and preparing tomorrow's New Year's dishes.

At night, according to the customs of the island country, she cooked soba noodles for everyone.

"There is nothing special in the village, you will just do it." She said to the two ladies.

In fact, things are already quite abundant.

Half an egg, golden tempura, green scallions, dark green seaweed, and home-raised rice ducks.

Various colors and colors are spread on the hot soba noodles, and just looking at it makes you feel a sense of abundance.

Five people snore and snore and eat.

"The noodle soup is moderate in thickness, which makes people relax. The most important thing is that it has the taste of mother." Shiro Watanabe took a sip of the soup with satisfaction.

"What does mom's taste mean?" Miki Kujo holds a spoon in her left hand and fast in her right hand, and stutters in small stutters.

"Your mom"

"Um?"

"It's also my mother."

"Um."

Watanabe's mother couldn't help but smile when she heard it. Watanabe's father sucked the noodles in big mouthfuls, and he even put natto in the noodles.

Watanabe Toru said:

"Miki, you haven't grown up eating the food your mother cooks, so you don't feel like this. What I miss most in Tokyo is the food my mother cooks."

"The dishes made by my aunt retain the original flavor of the ingredients to the greatest extent. I like this cooking style very much." Kiyono Rin nodded and said.

"Then Xiao Lin eats more tomorrow. I have been cooking for many years." Watanabe's mother was so happy.

On the side, Miki Kyujo ate noodles on her own.

She had no intention of being polite and well-behaved at all, and wanted to like Watanabe's parents.

Shiro Watanabe took his last sip of the soup and sighed contentedly: "This is the feeling of the Chinese New Year coming soon."

In the TV set in the corner, NHK TV is playing the "Island Country Spring Festival Gala" "Red and White Song Festival".

After Sishikawa Koshuri sang her 42nd year "Gundam", LiSA made her debut.

"I know the reason to become stronger, take me and move forward."

The singing of "Red Lotus" is so exciting.

Kiyono Rin took a sip of the soup and breathed a sigh of relief: "The soup is warm from the stomach to the whole body, and it is very suitable for the cold New Year's Eve."

Tsuku Watanabe stared at the TV.

The camera was pulled closer, and LiSA's open mouth occupied almost half of the screen.

"By the way," he turned around and looked at the two young ladies who were eating noodles slowly, "Do you want to visit the New Year?"

"There is a shrine nearby?" Kiyono Rin said curiously.

These days, she, who is full of motivation, has almost traveled all over the village.

"I used to have it, but it has been abandoned." Watanabe Tsubasa replied, "I mentioned New Year's visit to the town is the shrine."

"It's great." Watanabe's father said, "I'll drive you there."

"Are you looking for a friend from your shipping company to have a drink?" Watanabe's mother said angrily.

"No, how could I drink when I drive?"

"Will you go?" Tsukuba Watanabe asked the two ladies.

"Would it be too troublesome?" Kiyono Rin looked at Watanabe's father.

"It's okay, it's okay." Watanabe's father waved his hand quickly, "Although I don't drink, I also want to chat with those guys."

"Thank you, Uncle Watanabe." Kiyono nodded slightly.

Miki Kyujo has never spoken.

Shiro Watanabe held her hand holding the spoon and asked her, "Go with me?"

Miki Kyujo shook his hand away and continued to eat noodles, which was agreed.

When they were about to set off, Matsuda Seiko wearing a white tower skirt appeared.

The four of them sat in the Watanabe family's Kar price not as expensive as the skirt that Miki Miki wore for a day.

The two young ladies were sitting in the back seat and Toru Watanabe was in the co-pilot.

A small car is driving in the unique night scenery in the countryside.

"Wirl~" Toru Watanabe knocked on the handrail of the taxi and sang the song Matsuda Seiko just sang.

"Shut up." The two young ladies said at the same time.

"Hmm." Tsuku Watanabe coughed lightly.

In the driver's seat, Watanabe's father looked at his son.

Although my dad is just a wife who is in charge of it, can I bear it?

"Ah, lard bones, bring them to brais, I will wash the eggs if you have them."

In other people's ears, Toru Watanabe's "Red Lotus" is just like this.

The two ladies behind shouted to shut up again, but Toru Watanabe sang louder.

"I don't have any trouble, I'll put a bag on it, and I'll get a vegetarian noodles."

The more he sang, the more confident he became, the louder he sang, the more louder he sang. The two young ladies frowned and looked at each other.

At this moment, the two of them had a heart-to-heart relationship and the same thought came up:

Sew the mouth of Toru Watanabe.

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

Watanabe's father pressed the passenger's window.

The cold wind blew backwards, and Watanabe's hair was blown up.

"So cold! Dad, what are you doing!"

"It sounds so ugly." Watanabe's father held the steering wheel and said lightly.

"Even you dislike me?! I am your son!"

The two young ladies with cold faces in the back seat laughed out loud at the same time, their shoulders shaking.

Street lights occasionally appear on the road, and they flow into the darkness quickly like streams of light, but the dazzling Milky Way above your head is always there, no matter day or night.

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

Mars flies, and from a distance, it looks like rain and fog.

Watanabe's father got off the car and went to his coworker. He just called him when he was going back.

In the cold wind, the two beautiful girls wrapped their clothes tightly and Toru Watanabe put his hands in his pockets.

The three of them climbed the stone steps, entered the old mountain gate, and came to the bonfire.
To be continued...