my girlfriend is bad lady

Chapter 217 217. New Year in Iwate Prefecture: Happy New Year (14)

Xiao Lian, who was buried in eating persimmons, suddenly remembered something and let out a "hmm!".

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

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

"You even know this? It seems that the title of Doraemon can no longer describe you." Watanabe Che looked at her with some surprise.

"I've never admitted that title, right? If you must give me a title, please think of a cuter and handsomer one and report it to me."

"That's hard to do. Doraemon is already the cutest and most handsome I can think of."

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

"It doesn't matter how you say that." Watanabe Che refused.

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

".No."

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

"Ah Che, I just remembered, we are here to tell you to make rice cakes."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Watanabe Che rubbed her head.

"It's all its fault, it has nothing to do with us!" Xiaolian pointed to the persimmon tree and said loudly.

"Yes, it's all the persimmon's fault."

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

Everyone is working together to beat the rice cakes. One person rotates the hammer, the other rolls the rice cakes, and changes when they get tired.

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

"Ache, knock twice too, you are a lucky person!"

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

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

Kiyono Rin was taking pictures with his mobile phone, sometimes resting his hand on his chin, groaning at the camera, like a special reporter from Tokyo.

"Eat it and become smarter, and all of them will be admitted to higher education institutions in Tokyo." The aunt who was in charge of turning the rice cakes said such blessings in her mouth.

"Tomoko, Ache himself hasn't been admitted to a higher education institution in Tokyo yet!" Uncle Honma laughed.

The people drinking sweet tea and chatting also laughed.

Xiao Lian was caught by her mother, and she wiped her mouth as vigorously as if she was shedding the hair of a pig. Her small body always wanted to run this way, to see how the rice cake was beaten.

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

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

"Um, can you?"

Watanabe Che hesitated, but finally agreed, but he replaced the aunt who turned the rice cakes.

He squatted beside the stone mortar and said to Qing Yelin: "Student Qing Ye, look carefully, here is where the hammer should hit."

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

"Also, this round and beautiful sphere is my head, so don't misread it."

"Crap!"

Kiyono Rin hit the hammer once, Watanabe Che turned over the rice cake, and after confirming that his hand retracted, she hit it again.

After playing 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 Watanabe Che and Kiyono Rin - they look frightened, worried that they will hit the hand of the rice cake turner, but they will never hit it.

"Hey! Hey!"

The guys who made rice cakes were all sweating and chanting.

The grains of rice became viscous, and after one or two hundred knocks, the glutinous rice balls in the stone mortar were put into the prepared basin.

Next comes the work of women.

The basin was quickly transferred to the house, and they put the glutinous rice balls on the table, flattened them, cut them into pieces, and made rice cakes one by one.

The house was foggy, and the windows turned white.

Outside the foggy window, the men were knocking on the next rice cake, and the sound of shouting came in.

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

Back home, Rin Kiyono sits in the kotatsu in the living room, warms up, eats rice cakes, oranges, and reads;
Che Watanabe brought a plate and sent it to Miki Yuki who was still sleeping upstairs.

Like the last time, he let Miki Yuki snuggle into his arms, and covered her with a quilt, only showing her delicate and delicate face.

He pressed his lips against her beautifully contoured ear, and said in a soft voice:

"Meiji, the newly made rice cakes are delicious."

"Mmm." Miki Yuuki replied in a daze.

"Look, Meggie."

Miki Yuki opened her sleepy eyes.

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

She closed her eyes again.

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

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"Try a bite of each one?" Watanabe Che dipped a corner of the rice cake with soy flour, "Ah——"

Hearing the sound of 'ah—', Miki Yuki opened her mouth and took a bite.

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

"Another sip of white sugar?"

Yuki Miki nodded, her eyes were completely opened.

However, she had no intention of eating by herself, and was still curled up in Watanabe Che's arms like a baby.

"Little Maggie, ah—"

If Watanabe Che dared to call her that when she woke up, she would definitely stuff the stockings into his "ah—" mouth.

but now.. .Just woke up, no energy, don't care about him.

She took a bite of the sugar-coated rice cake.

It is glutinous and sweet, and it has a different flavor than salty.

"Next is the sauce."

Just as he was speaking, Miki Yuuki tapped his head on his chest.

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

Yuuki Miki nunu mouth.

"It's so naughty." Watanabe Che pecked at her soft lips, "Okay, soy sauce is next, come on."

"I'm asking you to take the hair out of your mouth." Miki Yuuki paused every word, showing helplessness and anger.

"That's what it meant."

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

"Is this a freshly made rice cake?" Miki Yuuki asked.

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

"She went too?"

"The whole village is there."

Miki Yuuki sneered, and wrapped her hands under the quilt around Che Watanabe's flanks: "What about the way back and forth?"

"I was scolded by her."

"Are you scolding? Are the two of you having fun flirting?"

"Meiji, don't worry." Watanabe Che fed her a mouthful of rice cakes, "Although I have a little bit of instinctive thoughts about you two, but what I think in my heart and what I actually do are two different things."

The flesh on the flanks was pinched.

Watanabe Che continued:

"It's like 'I planned a lot for tomorrow, but I ended up playing on my phone tomorrow', and it happens all the time. My example doesn't seem appropriate, anyway, I won't do that. "

"Then what are you actually going to do?"

"Of course I will marry you. Qing Ye and I are just friends, but what?"

"But what?"

"I want you to be friends again, too."

"Impossible." Yuuki Miki said without thinking, and then changed into a lazy tone, "Soy bean powder."

Watanabe Che dipped rice cakes with soy flour and fed them to her.

"Qing Ye, she looks down on other people of the same sex except you. Only you can be her friend, and no one else can."

This sentence, replacing 'Qing Ye' with 'Mihime', is also applicable-considering Miki Yuuki's proud character, Watanabe Che didn't say it.

"Impossible is impossible. White sugar."

"What's impossible? You didn't like white sugar before, didn't you feel okay after trying it?" Watanabe Che said.

"Don't eat." Yuki Miki closed her eyes, leaned against his arms and prepared to sleep.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, it's impossible, come on, Miki, my Miki, open your mouth, ah—"

Miki Yuki avoided: "No sugar."

"Bai Tang is innocent, it's about to cry."

Watanabe Che handed the rice cake dipped in sugar to her mouth.

Miki Yuuki hid twice, but finally ate it helplessly.

I thought it would be terrible, but after trying it, it tasted surprisingly good.

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

Watanabe's mother has been busy in the kitchen wearing an apron since the morning, preparing tomorrow's New Year's dishes.

In the evening, according to the customs of the island country, she cooked soba noodles for everyone.

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

In fact, things are quite rich.

Half an egg, golden tempura shrimp, green onion, dark green shredded seaweed, and home-raised rice field duck.

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

The five of them started eating with a snort.

"The noodle soup is moderately thick and relaxing, and most importantly, it still tastes like mother." Watanabe Che took a sip of the soup in satisfaction.

"What does mother's taste mean?" Yuuki Miki took a spoon in her left hand and a spoon in her right, and ate in small bites.

"your mom"

"Ok?"

"It's my mother too."

"Ah."

Watanabe's mother couldn't help laughing, and Watanabe's father sucked on the noodles, and he even put natto in the noodles.

Watanabe Che said:

"Mei Ji, you didn't grow up eating your mother's cooking, so you don't have this feeling. When I'm in Tokyo, what I miss the most is my mother's cooking."

"Auntie's cooking retains the original flavor of the ingredients to the greatest extent. I like this cooking style very much." Kiyono Rin nodded.

"Then Xiaolin, eat more tomorrow. I have been cooking for many years." Watanabe's mother said happily.

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

She had no intention of being polite and obedient to please Watanabe's parents.

Watanabe Che drank the last sip of soup, sighed contentedly: "This is the feeling of approaching the Chinese New Year."

On the TV in the corner, NHK TV is showing "Island Country Spring Festival Gala" and "Red and White Song Club".

Sayuri Ishikawa sang her 42nd year "Amagi Yue え", and LiSA debuted on stage.

"Know the reason to become strong, take me and move forward."

The singing voice of "Red Lotus Flower" is passionate and high-spirited.

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

Watanabe stared at the TV.

The camera zooms in, and LiSA's open mouth occupies nearly half of the screen.

"By the way," he turned his head and looked at the two young ladies who were eating noodles leisurely, "Do you want to visit the New Year's shrine?"

"Is there a shrine near here?" Kiyono Rin asked curiously.

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

"There used to be, but it's been abandoned." Watanabe Che replied, "The New Year's visit I'm talking about is the shrine in the town."

"Very good." Dad Watanabe said, "I'll drive you there."

"You want to have a drink with your friends from the delivery company?" Watanabe's mother said angrily.

"No, how can I drink while driving."

"Will you go?" Watanabe Che asked the two eldest ladies.

"Will it be too much trouble?" Kiyono Rin looked at Watanabe's father.

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

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

Miki Yuki remained silent.

Watanabe Che held her hand holding the spoon and asked her, "Come with me?"

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

When they were about to set off, Matsuda Seiko in a white pagoda skirt appeared.

The four of them sat in the kcar of Watanabe's house—the price was not as good as the skirt that Yuuki Miki wore in a day and threw away.

The two eldest ladies sat in the back seat, and Watanabe Che sat in the co-pilot.

A small car, driving in the unique night of the countryside.

"Woo Fairy Girl~" Watanabe knocked on the window rail and sang the song that Seiko Matsuda sang just now.

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

"Hmm." Watanabe Che coughed lightly.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Watanabe's father glanced at his son.

Although my father is strict with his wife, how can he bear this?

"Ah, lard bone, bring it to marinate, you have me to wash the eggs~~"

In other people's ears, Watanabe Che's "Red Lotus Flower" is like this-to the extent that they can't even speak the island language well.

The two eldest ladies in the back shouted to shut up again, but Watanabe Che sang even louder.

"Don't bother me, I made a bag, instant noodles—"

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

At this moment, the two were connected with each other, and they came up with the same idea:
Sew Watanabe Che's mouth shut.

The two people who were aware of this phenomenon turned their faces away from each other at the same time, looking at the night outside the window.

Father Watanabe reached out and pressed the passenger window on the center console.

The cold wind poured down, and Watanabe Che's hair was blown up.

"It's cold! Dad, what are you doing!"

"It's too ugly." Dad Watanabe said lightly while holding the steering wheel.

"Even you dislike me?! I'm your son!"

The two cold-faced young ladies in the back seat laughed at the same time, their shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Occasionally, there will be street lights on the road, and they will quickly flow into the darkness like a stream of light, but the bright Milky Way above the head is always there, no matter it is day or night.

When we arrived in the town, as soon as we got off the bus, we saw the bonfire in the shrine.

Sparks are flying, looking from a distance, it looks like rain and fog.

As soon as Watanabe's father got out of the car, he went to his workmates, and when he asked Watanabe Che to go back, he just called him.

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

The three of them climbed the stone steps, got into the old mountain gate, and came to the campfire.

The staff of the shrine were distributing free sweet tea. Watanabe saw that the cups were disposable paper cups, so he went up and asked for three cups.

Miki Yuki supported her right hand with her left hand and held a paper cup in her right hand. Not to mention the expensive clothes, she had an extraordinary temperament just by her appearance.

"Thank you." Kiyono 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 had been drugged for a few days, the effect was not so obvious.

The three stood by the bonfire drinking sweet tea. Opposite the bonfire, there were overcrowded vendors.

Soon, the countdown bell rang.

"Another year is coming to an end." Watanabe Che looked at the fire sparks that were soaring into the sky.

The two eldest ladies didn't speak, but their cheeks were reddened by the flames, no doubt they were thinking about something.

Perhaps, it is recalling this incredible and never-before-seen year, and imagining what the next year will be like.

"Happy New Year." The moment the bell ended, Che Watanabe said to the two with a smile.

"Happy New Year." The two responded at the same time.

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