I Loaded the Love Game

Xiao Lian, who was immersed in eating persimmons, suddenly thought of something, "Hmm!"

　　 "What's the matter? Have you eaten the persimmon core?" Watanabe asked with deep concern.

　　 "It's okay." Kiyano Rin said, "Indigestible things will be excreted in the intestines and will not have much impact."

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

　　 "I have never admitted that title. If you must give me a title, please tell me something cute and handsome."

　　 "That's not easy, Dora A Rin is already the cutest and handsome mouth I can think of."

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

　　 "I can't say that anymore." Watanabe Toru 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 Watanabe Toru was caught.

　　 "Archer, we remembered, we are here to tell you to make rice cakes."

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

　　 "It's all its fault, it has nothing to do with us!" Xiao Lian pointed at the persimmon tree and said seriously.

　　 "Yes, it's all persimmon's fault."

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

　　 Everyone is working together to make rice cakes, one turns a hammer, the other rolls the rice cakes, and when they are tired, they change.

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

　　 "Archer, come knock twice too, you are a blessed person!"

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

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

　　 Kiyano Rin took a photo with his mobile phone, sometimes touching his chin, groaning towards the camera, like a special correspondent from Tokyo.

　　 "I became smarter after eating, and all of them were admitted to Dongda." The aunt who was in charge of turning the nian gao said this kind of blessing.

　　 "Tomoko, Archer himself has not been admitted to the University of Tokyo!" Uncle Honma laughed.

　　 The people who drank sweet tea and chatted also laughed.

　　 Xiaolian was caught by her mother, and she wiped her mouth like a pig withdrawing hair. Her small body always wanted to run here, wanting to see how the rice cake was beaten.

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

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

　　 "Hmm, can you?"

　　 Toru Watanabe hesitated, and finally agreed, but he replaced the aunt who turned down the rice cake.

　　 He squatted on the edge of the stone mortar and said to Rin Kiyano, "Student Kiyano, look good, here is where the hammer should be hit."

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

　　 "Also, this round and beautiful sphere is my head. Don't make a mistake."

　　 "Wow!"

　　 Kiyino Rin knocked a hammer, Watanabe flipped through the rice cake, and after confirming that his hand had been retracted, she knocked 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 Uncle and Auntie is not comparable to that of laymen like Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono—it looks terrified and worried that they will knock the hand of the person who turns the rice cake, but they will never knock it.

　　 "Hey! Hey!"

　　The guys who played rice cakes, all of them sweated and shouted in their mouths.

　　 A grain of rice became viscous, knocked one or two hundred times, and the glutinous rice ball in the stone mortar was put into the prepared bowl.

　　 Next is the work of women.

The 　　pen quickly moved to the house. They put the glutinous rice ball on the table, flattened it, and cut it into chunks. One portion of the rice cake was made.

　　 The room was foggy, and the windows turned white.

　　 Outside the misty window, the men were beating the next rice cake, and shouting came in.

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

　　 When he got home, Rin Kiyono sat on the stove in the living room, grilling fire, eating rice cakes, and eating oranges~www.ltnovel.com~ Watanabe brought a plate to Miki Kujo who was still sleeping upstairs.

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

　　His lips pressed against her contoured ears, his voice was soft, and he said:

　　 "Miki, the rice cakes that just came out are delicious."

　　 "...Hmm." Kujo Miki answered in a daze.

　　 "Look, Miki."

　　 Kujo Miki opened her sleepy eyes.

　　 On Watanabe Toru’s chopsticks, there is a piece of white-flowered rice cake, still steaming.

　　 She closed her eyes again.

　　 "Salty soybean powder, sweet sugar, and soy sauce, what would you like?"

　　 "......"

　　 "Take a bite of each?" Watanabe covered a corner of the rice cake with soybean flour, "Ah—"

　　 Hearing this body "Ah----", Kujo Miki opened her mouth and took a bite.

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

　　 "One more bite of sugar?"

　　 Kujo Miki nodded, her eyes opened completely.

　　 But she didn't plan to eat by herself, she still shrank into Watanabe's arms like a baby.

　　 "Little Miki, ah—"

　　 If she was awake, Watanabe would dare to call her like that, she would definitely put her stockings in his "Ah--" mouth.

　　 But now.....I just woke up, I don't have the energy, and I don't care about him.

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

　　 glutinous and sweet. Compared with salty, it also has a flavor.

　　 "The following is sauce..."

　　 was talking, Miki Kujo tapped his chest with her head.

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

　　 Kujo Miki Nunu mouth.

　　 "It's naughty." Watanabe Toru pecked at her soft lips, "Okay, here's soy sauce, come on."

　　 "I asked you to remove the hair strands in your mouth." Miki Kujo paused, showing helplessness and anger.

　　 "So that means it."

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

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

　　 "Well, I just got it back, and Kiyano went there too. I tried it twice, and I almost wore a helmet." Watanabe said with a smile.

　　 "She went too?"

　　 "The whole village is there."

　　 Kujo Miki sneered, her hand in the quilt wrapped around Watanabe Toru's flanks: "How about the way back and forth?"

　　 "I was scolded by her."

　　 "Are you scolding? They are very happy flirting with each other, right?"

　　 "Mime, don't worry." Watanabe Toru fed her a bite of rice cake, "Although I have a bit of instinctive thinking about both of you, what I think in my heart and how I actually do it are two different things."

　　 The meat on the flanks was pinched.

　　 Watanabe Toru continued:

"It's like'I planned a lot of things for tomorrow, and I ended up playing on my mobile phone tomorrow'. Similar things happen all the time... My example doesn't seem appropriate. In short, I won't do that."

　　 "Then what are you actually going to do?"

　　 "Of course I am marrying you, Kiyo and I are just friends, but..."

　　 "But what?"

　　 "I want you to become friends again."

　　 "Impossible." Kujo Miki said without thinking, and then changed to a lazy tone, "Soy flour."

　　 Watanabe Toru dipped the rice cake with soybean flour and fed it to her.

　　 "Chingye, except you, looks down on other people of the same **** at all. Only you can become her friend, and no one else can."

　　 This sentence, replacing ‘Kyono’ with ‘Miki’, also applies-considering Kujo’s proud personality, Watanabe didn’t say anything.

　　 "Say impossible is impossible. Sugar."

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

　　 "Stop eating." Miki Kujo closed her eyes and leaned in his arms to go to bed.

　　 "Okay, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, impossible, come on, Miki, my Miki, open your mouth, ah--"

　　 Kujo Miki avoids: "Don't want sugar."

　　 "Sugar is innocent, it will cry."

　　 Watanabe Toru put the sugar-dipped rice cake to her mouth.

　　 Kujo Miki hid twice, but finally she couldn't eat anymore.

　　 Something that I thought was unpalatable, but after I tried it, it tasted surprisingly good.

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

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

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

　　 "There is nothing special in the village, you will just take a look." She said to the two eldest ladies.

　　 In fact, things are quite plentiful.

　　 Half an egg, golden tempura, green scallion, dark green seaweed shreds, and home-raised paddy duck.

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

　　 Five people snorted and ate.

　　 "The noodle soup is moderately thick and relaxing, and most importantly, it also has the taste of mother." Watanabe took a sip of the soup with complete satisfaction.

　　 "What do you mean by mom's taste?" Kujo Miki took the spoon in her left hand and took it quickly in her right hand, taking small bites.

"your mom......"

"Ok?"

　　 "I am also my mother."

"Ok."

　　 Watanabe's mother couldn't help but smile, Watanabe's father sucked noodles, he even put natto in the noodles.

　　 Watanabe Toru said:

　　 "Miki, you didn't grow up with the rice cooked by the snack mother, so I don't have this feeling. In Tokyo, what I miss most is the rice cooked by my mother."

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

　　 "Then Xiao Rin will eat more tomorrow. I have been cooking for many years." Watanabe's mother said with joy.

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

　　 She did not behave politely and well, planning to please Watanabe's parents.

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

　　 The TV in the corner, the TV station is playing "Island Country Spring Festival Gala" and "Red and White Songs".

　　 Ishikawa Sayuri finished her 42nd year of "Gundam" and LiSA made her debut.

　　 "Know the reason for becoming strong, take me and go forward."

　　 The singing of "Red Lotus" became more and more vigorous.

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

　　 Watanabe stared at the TV.

　　 The camera zooms in, and LiSA's open mouth takes up almost half of the screen.

　　 "That's right," he turned his head and looked at the two eldest ladies who were eating noodles slowly, "Would you like to visit the New Year?"

　　 "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.

　　 "It used to be, but it has been abandoned." Watanabe Toru replied, "The shrine I said was the shrine in the town."

　　 "That's good." Father Watanabe said, "I will drive you over."

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

　　 "No, how can I drink while driving."

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

　　 "Will it be too troublesome?" Kiyano 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 want to chat with those guys."

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

　　 Kujo Miki never speaks.

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

　　 Kujo Miki threw away his hand and continued to eat noodles, which was agreed.

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

　　 The four people got on the kcar at Watanabe's house—the price was not as good as the skirt that Miki Kujo would throw away in a day.

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

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

　　 "Wirl~" Toru Watanabe knocked on the armrest of the car and sang the song that Seiko Matsuda sang just now.

　　 "Shut up." The two elders said at the same time.

　　 "Uh-huh." Watanabe coughed softly.

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

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

　　 "Ah, lard bones, use the bittern, you have me to wash the eggs~~"

　　 In other people’s ears, Watanabe Toru's "Red Lotus Flower" is just like this-to the extent that I can't even speak the island language.

　　 The two young ladies in the back yelled again to shut up, but Watanabe sang louder.

　　 "Don’t bother me, form a bag, and make some noodles--"

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

　　 At this moment, the two of them are connected with each other, and the same thought emerges:

　　 Sew Watanabe Toru's mouth.

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

　　 Watanabe's father presses down the front passenger window.

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

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

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

　　 "Even you hate me?! I'm your son!"

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

　　 Occasionally there will be street lights on the road. They flow into the darkness quickly like a streamer, but the bright Milky Way above is always there, no matter it is day or night.

　　I just got off the bus ~www.ltnovel.com~ and saw the bonfire in the shrine.

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

　　 Watanabe's father went to his co-worker when he got out of the car. When Watanabe Toru returned, he could just call him.

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

　　 The three climbed the stone steps, entered the ancient gate, and came to the campfire.

The staff at 　　 Shrine was distributing free sweet tea. Watanabe saw that the cup was a disposable paper cup, so he went up and asked for three cups.

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

　　 "Thank you." Kiyano Rin took the paper cup and held it in both hands.

　　 She is still a little afraid of the cold, and after drinking the miso soup that has been drugged for a few days, the effect is not so obvious.

　　 The three people stood by the campfire drinking sweet tea. On the opposite side of the campfire, there were crowded vendors.

　　 Soon, the countdown bell rang.

　　 "Another year is about to end." Watanabe Toru looked at the sparks rising from the campfire.

　　 The two eldest ladies didn't speak, but their cheeks were dyed red by the fire, no doubt thinking about something.

　　Perhaps, I was reminiscing about this incredible and unprecedented year, and imagining what the next year will be like.

　　 "Happy New Year." At the end of the bell, Watanabe said to the two with a smile.

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