Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 451 - 212. New Year in Iwate Prefecture: In the future, we will surely look back on these moments with a smile (9)_2

This is also why Dubian Che dared to say all sorts of sweet nothings to her, knowing they were false, but lately, Dubian Che had been saying them less.

"You’ve really disappointed me," Kiyono Lin turned and went upstairs.

"Look at you!" Mrs. Dubian said with dissatisfaction, "Lin is a guest, how can you speak to her like that?"

"No, I..."

"Apologize to her properly later."

"She’s in..."

"The rice cakes are ready, don’t eat them yourself, ask Lin if she wants any."

"..."

"Do you hear me?"

"...Yes, I heard you."

Honesty doesn’t mean straightforwardness, folks, Kiyono Lin is a bad woman.

Dubian Che took two more pieces of rice cake and started to grill them—after all, friends have some, so girlfriends should too, right?

Jiutiao Meijie would grill him like a rice cake!

After the rice cakes were grilled, topped with sugar and soy sauce, Dubian Che, on the mission of ’properly apologizing’ assigned by his mother, ascended to the second floor.

Inside his room, Kiyono Lin sat at the desk flipping through a photo album, and Jiutiao Meijie was drying her hair.

"Not sure what you like to dip in, so I brought both sugar and soy sauce," Dubian Che said.

In the Island Country, eating rice cakes often involves wrapping them in seaweed and dipping them in soy sauce, but Dubian Che personally preferred sugar.

"Just sugar is fine," said Kiyono Lin.

"Here." Dubian Che set down the sugar and a piece of rice cake.

"Thanks." Kiyono Lin picked up the rice cake with chopsticks, dipped it lightly in sugar, and took a bite.

Teeth sinking into the rice cake, there was a crisp sound – that sound was exceedingly warm. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

When the soft and glutinous interior stretched and snapped apart, there was a sense of the Winter New Year’s atmosphere.

Kiyono Lin dipped a little more sugar and continued eating while flipping through the photo album.

The argument Mrs. Dubian imagined between the two was nonexistent.

"Meijie, do you want some?" Dubian Che walked over.

Jiutiao Meijie didn’t say whether she wanted it or not: "Come and blow-dry my hair."

She passed the hair dryer to Dubian Che and took the plate in his hand that had the rice cake and soy sauce.

Dubian Che slipped his fingers into her long, straight hair, wet and a good while away from being dry.

He first checked the hair dryer’s temperature and wind speed with his own hand, trying to adjust it to a suitable setting.

It was only after completing these motions that he remembered Jiutiao Meijie had already adjusted it herself.

Gently tousling her hair, his other hand holding the hairdryer, he blew from a slight distance.

Jiutiao Meijie dipped in the soy sauce and nibbled on the rice cake.

"Is it tasty?" Dubian Che asked.

"Average, mainly my arm’s getting sore from hair drying."

"..."

When her hair was almost dry, Jiutiao Meijie handed the plate back to Dubian Che, with two pieces of rice cake, each bitten twice by her.

Dubian Che could only eat what she had bitten... dipped in sugar, leftovers from Kiyono Lin.

Everything was second-hand.

Poor Dubian Che’s experience eating rice cakes.

December 27th, as the end of the year approached, the Dubian family started a big clean-up.

"Ah—" Dubian Che, sticking out his butt and pushing a rag, sprinted back and forth along the corridor.

"What are you doing?" Kiyono Lin, with a headscarf on and holding a rag, incarnated as a housemaid, asked irritably.

"Cleaning the floor, what’s wrong?" Dubian Che looked up, puzzled.

"Then why are you shouting so loudly? Are you a child?"

"Kiyono, you don’t understand, cleaning is a painful thing for me, so I have to make it entertaining."

"Entertainment means shouting and screaming?"

"Of course not. Entertainment, for example, like just now, I was trying to see if I could make your skirt fly up by sprinting and creating a breeze. Just thinking about that possibility, cleaning the floor doesn’t feel so hard."

"...Are you a pervert?"

"No no no." Dubian Che shook his head solemnly, "Making your skirt fly up is not my goal. My goal is to make work enjoyable."

"I get your point," Kiyono Lin nodded, "You really are a pervert."

"Say whatever you want, kid, pervert, immature? I don’t care about others’ opinions, oh by the way, I learned this from Lord Kiyono."

"Just care about this pervert thing," Kiyono Lin said with a hand to her forehead, exasperated: "I don’t remember teaching you that."

"That’s called drawing an analogy, deducing by logic, knowing one and understanding three, learning from one example and understanding ten more, asking one to know another, by the minute..."

"Little Che!" Mrs. Dubian’s voice came from the living room.

"Coming!"

Dubian Che hung the wet rag on the edge of the bucket, bypassed the long corridor in front of the entrance, and walked into the living room.

Dubian Zhi stood in front of the telephone.

Jiutiao Meijie was nestled inside a kotatsu on the floor, lying on her side, propping her head with her left hand, and flipping through Dubian Che’s past summer observational diaries with her right.

Where did that thing come from?

"The Honma family is on the phone, they want you to go pick up the persimmon cakes," Mrs. Dubian said.

"Now?"

Seeing his reluctance, Mrs. Dubian asked in surprise, "When did you start liking cleaning so much?"

"No one remains unchanged. Cleaning is such fun, it was only a matter of time before I started liking it."

Mrs. Dubian, who couldn’t understand her son who had been in Tokyo for over half a year, was too lazy to ask further.

"Remember to take the natto with you, and hurry back to help clean."

"Sure, I’ll go by motorcycle," Dubian Che replied.

As he was leaving, he noticed Jiutiao Meijie lying in the kotatsu.

She definitely wouldn’t do something like cleaning. If she continued to stay like this, even though he understood rich people didn’t clean themselves, Mrs. Dubian would probably be unhappy with her.

"Meijie, Meijie, my Meijie."

"What?"

"Come with me, will you?"

"No."

"But wasn’t it the plan? I’ll take you for a ride on the Honda Cub."

"You can enjoy a ride on a motorcycle?"

"Back in the day, Gregory Peck rode a step-through motorcycle with European princess Audrey Hepburn around the streets and alleys of Rome. Today, I, Dubian Che, will also ride a step-through motorcycle, carrying Island Country Princess Meijie through the countryside lanes of Misezawa Village."

"In ’Roman Holiday,’ the two of them didn’t end up together in the end."

"Don’t mix up movies with reality, Audrey Hepburn wasn’t a princess at all," Dubian Che said without a care.

Jiutiao Meijie exhaled loudly through her nose, extremely impatiently and slowly got up.

"Hurry up, I’m going to get the natto and the cart," Dubian Che instructed before heading to where the natto was stored.

Wrapped in straw, the natto looked like White Rabbit candy.

He took one bundle and on the remaining three, he sprinkled some ground "Qi Blood Medicine," making sure it was undetectable.

Three pieces were not many, but enough to keep his father healthy and illness-free for a while.

Next year, he just needed to continue putting it in the natto.

As for his mom, Dubian Che wondered whether to put it in the honey or sneak the medicine into her soup while serving it.

And also Jiutiao Meijie and Kiyono Lin.

These few days being active in the countryside were the perfect opportunity to secretly have them take some. Let them think it was the countryside air and more exercise that was doing the trick.

Dubian Che took the bundle of natto and went to the storehouse.

He dismantled the cargo box of the Honda Cub.

Jiutiao Meijie glanced at the ’definitely uncomfortable’ seat and said, "You want me to sit on this?"

"It’s not going to be very comfortable," Dubian Che nodded, "Or shall we just walk there? It isn’t far."

"No," Jiutiao Meijie laughed, seeming to think of something fun, "I’ll take you."

"You’ll ride? Do you know how?" asked Dubian Che.

"What’s so hard about riding a motorcycle? Especially the Honda Cub."

What about the Honda Cub? It had global sales of over a hundred million!

But it didn’t matter, after all, you hardly meet anyone in Misezawa Village, it’s hard to hit a pedestrian, especially with him on board.

"Alright, having a princess take me is something fun too."

Dubian Che rode the Honda Cub onto the road first and then sat on the backseat, with Jiutiao Meijie sitting in front of him.

"Don’t worry about throttling, if we fall, I’ll be underneath you to prevent any injury," Dubian Che said.

"Can’t you just hold me down before we fall, or use your foot to stabilize us?" Jiutiao Meijie turned and said.

Their faces were very close.

Dubian Che could see the excitement and anticipation in her eyes.

"Doesn’t it sound better this way, showing I love you more?"

"Don’t just talk sweetly," Jiutiao Meijie turned her head back, "Let’s go."

"Meiji! Wait, wait, wait, slow down!"

In maybe three seconds, the front wheel dug into a ditch.

Dubian Che, hugging Jiutiao Meijie, jumped off the bike first.

The two of them stood there, looked at the motorcycle, and then at each other.

"It’s not that motorcycles are difficult; it’s the Honda Cub that’s difficult," Dubian Che said gravely.

"What do you mean?" Jiutiao Meijie asked, her face cold.

He meant to be serious, but he couldn’t help laughing first right after saying that.

Dubian Che also started laughing.

Jiutiao Meijie kicked him in the shin, "Get it up quickly!"

"As you command." Dubian Che lifted the Honda Cub back onto the road.

They sat back down.

Before Jiutiao Meijie could rev the throttle, Dubian Che couldn’t help saying,

"I’m giving you my most cherished thing, be careful."

"Isn’t your most cherished thing me?"

"I was talking to the Cub, Meijie, why are you butting in?"

Jiutiao Meijie leaned her head back, bumping Dubian Che’s forehead.

"Let’s go!" she said.

"Meiji, take two! Go!"

Riding the Honda Cub, the two wobbled down the country lane.