I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 105 - 80. Inauguration Ceremony for the New Leader of the Black Spider Group_2

Chapter 105: 80. Inauguration Ceremony for the New Leader of the Black Spider Group_2

"Looking forward to Miss Yukino’s skills," Fujiwara Reya forced a smile.

Following the narrow staircase, Yukino Ritsuko led him up to the second floor and then disappeared into the kitchen.

This was a Western-style two-story small house, not very big, but because of the thick and sturdy columns, the house looked quite stable. Behind the bakery was a spacious courtyard with a few shrubs and a small pond. Daffodils were in full bloom in the pond, and there was a small pavilion beside it.

Fujiwara Reya watched the rain for a while from the balcony.

The balcony face east, unobstructed, perfect for sunbathing in the morning. But now it was pouring rain, and fine mist kept blowing in with the strong wind.

He closed the window and went back inside.

The layout included two rooms with a living room, dining room, and kitchen, designed to be spacious, with air conditioning, a telephone, a 17-inch color TV, a bathroom with a shower, and many musical instruments.

Neatly folded on the wicker chair by the window were the owner’s long socks and pajamas, and a well-crafted blue dress hung over the back of the chair. On the shoe cabinet were a few pairs of very old shoes, none with particularly appealing designs.

Having nothing to do, Fujiwara Reya wandered over to the kitchen door to watch her cook.

Under the soft orange light, her silhouette appeared like a dreamy illusion, accompanied by the gentle clinking of utensils and the bubbling sound of water in the pot. Sleepiness suddenly overcame him.

"Ah~"

Fujiwara Reya yawned.

"Do you want to have some soup first?" Yukino Ritsuko asked as she turned around upon hearing the movement, her demeanor extraordinarily graceful.

Fujiwara Reya glanced at the pot steaming: "Is it done?"

"It should be. Wait a moment..." Yukino Ritsuko lifted the lid, tasted a bit with a spoon, and a relieved smile blossomed on her face.

Evidently, she hadn’t been too confident about making this soup.

Fujiwara Reya walked into the kitchen, took the bowl she handed him. In the translucent broth floated deep green seaweed like wakame. He bravely took a sip, the soft, thick seaweed wrapped around his tongue, and the taste was unexpectedly good.

"Tastes good, right?"

Yukino Ritsuko boasted, picking up a bowl herself.

She took a small sip and put down the bowl, continuing with her cooking, making omelette rice. Using chicken fried rice as the base, she also found a jar of pickled olives among the condiments, sliced them, and mixed them into lettuce to make a salad. The little kitchen was filled with the smell of cooking.

Fujiwara Reya watched calmly, feeling a sense of home he hadn’t felt in a long time.

When dinner was ready, the two sat across the small tatami table, with two hot servings of omelette rice and a bottle of juice.

"Please try my cooking," Yukino Ritsuko said eagerly.

Fujiwara Reya clasped his hands together in thanks: "Let’s eat."

He scooped up a spoonful of the fragrant omelette rice and put it in his mouth.

"Crack~"

The sound of eggshell breaking.

"..." Yukino Ritsuko’s smile faded instantly like water seeping into sandy ground.

"It’s alright," Fujiwara Reya said while chewing, "At least the taste is right, there’s nothing weird mixed in."

"Ugh~"

Yukino Ritsuko let out a kitten-like whimper, covering her face with her delicate hands, shoulders trembling slightly.

"Shouldn’t you pour me a drink?" Fujiwara Reya said to dispel her embarrassment.

"Mmm..."

Yukino Ritsuko released her hands and leaned her head to pour him some juice.

The dim light couldn’t illuminate her lowered face, but Fujiwara Reya thought her pretty face must be charmingly red at the moment.

"Do you have ketchup?" he asked.

"Yes, I’ll get it for you right away." Yukino Ritsuko stood up with her head down and ran to the kitchen, only to bump into the door.

"Ouch~"

"Haha..."

Fujiwara Reya laughed happily.

Infected by him, Yukino Ritsuko couldn’t help but laugh too, her embarrassment dissolving.

Retrieving the ketchup, they sat across again at the small table made of a wooden board. Fujiwara Reya kindly reminded her, "Be careful when you eat; there might be a lot of eggshells mixed in."

"How mean," Yukino Ritsuko glared at him, "You shouldn’t make fun of me!"

"It actually tastes pretty good," Fujiwara Reya responded with a smile, "Aside from being a bit hard to swallow, there’s no other flaw."

"Doesn’t matter, cooking isn’t what I’m best at anyway," Yukino Ritsuko rebutted indifferently and took a bite of omelette rice. Accidentally getting a little sauce on her lips, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked it off without waste.

The damp wind blew in from the window, warm unlike the May breeze.

The air in the room was as sticky as the soup, enveloping their bodies, sweetly flavored.

"Where are you from, Miss Yukino?"

"Hokkaido, and you?"

"Nagano Prefecture," Fujiwara Reya sipped on his juice and asked, "Does your family grow potatoes?"

"Why do Hokkaido families have to grow potatoes?" Yukino Ritsuko asked in confusion.

"It’s a stereotype," Fujiwara Reya said amusingly, "Like when people mention going to Siberia, their first reaction is often digging potatoes, or planting corn."

"?"

Yukino Ritsuko blinked, full of doubt.

"It’s hard for you to understand."

"Oh! You’re indirectly calling me dumb again."

Fujiwara Reya had a smug look: "Yeah!"

"You’re terrible!" Yukino Ritsuko’s fair face slowly turned red, even her slender neck was tinged with color. She clenched her left fist and knocked on the table, "Mr. Fujiwara, you’re so mean. This attitude is totally uncalled for! I’m not dumb, I just didn’t know!!!"

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