Fuji Shusuke put down the camera, and his eyes fell on Sakuraichi's long, dense hair, silver-white hair with a faint blue light was rare, and he didn't know how much, because today was the first time he had seen it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And her hair is so long, about two meters by eye, no wonder she has to wear a hat, she is reluctant to cut it.

"It's 8 p.m. Tokyo time."

The time was reported on the TV, and Fuji looked out the window, and it was still raining heavily, and it seemed that Yumiko's sister was going to work overtime again. So, he turned his head to look at Sakuraichi, "What does Sakuraichi want to eat?" ”

Sakuraichi withdrew his gaze from watching the TV and landed on Fuji's body, "It's good to be fully cooked." ”

It's the same old answer again.

Fuji didn't ask any more questions, sent the camera to the coffee table, and went to the kitchen. Sakura blinked her eyelids, reached for her camera and began to study, pressing and clicking, but I don't know what I pressed at the end, and the words 'start in ten minutes' appeared on the small screen.

Sakura raised her eyebrows slightly, and was about to get it back, but her movements stopped, because she remembered something: Would Fuji Shusuke put that mustard thing in the dish?

The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was possible, so Sakura put the camera on the TV, stepped on two big slippers and ran to the kitchen. She had completely forgotten to turn the camera off, and the camera lens was facing the couch.

Fuji Shusuke had just finished washing the tomatoes, turned around and saw Sakuraichi, slightly stunned, and after a turn of thought, he understood the reason why she came here. However, it's a pity, he really wants to add mustard to the dish, but Sakuraichi is watching here, how is he going to add it?

And Sakuraichi's reaction after eating wasabi was funny, and he really wanted to watch it again.

"What are you going to do?" Sakuraichi values the food he eats for himself, especially the young man in front of him who has a black belly to the extreme.

If he hadn't dragged himself to buy a cake today, he would have returned to the North Island by now; If he hadn't insisted on pulling her away, she wouldn't have encountered heavy rain, and if she hadn't encountered heavy rain, she wouldn't have come to his house, and if she hadn't come to his house, she wouldn't have to stand here to supervise whether he had put that horrible strange thing, and she had to be so cautious when eating, damn it!

Fuji put the tomatoes on the cutting board and asked as he cut them, "What does Sakuraichi want me to do?" ”

Sakuraichi tucked his eyelids and didn't answer, shoved his hair into his hat and walked over to Fuji, pointing his finger at the spices, "What are these?" ”

"Salt." Fuji replied with a crooked eyebrow.

"Where's this?" Sakuraichi asked, pointing to something that was also white powder.

"Sugar."

"Where's this?"

"MSG."

"What's the difference?" Sakuraichi asked, in her time, everything she ate was machine-synthesized finishes and there were no seasonings at all, so she didn't know what the difference was between these things and what they were used for.

Fuji put down the knife, turned his head to look at her, and said softly, "Sakura will know as soon as she tastes it." ”

Hearing his words, Sakuraichi did not rush to start tasting them, because there were still two strange dishes of powder in these seasonings, one red and one green. So he pointed to these two plates and asked, "What about this?" ”

Looking at the two plates of powder, Fuji's smile became softer and softer, "The red is mustard, and the green is ginger." ”

Sakuraichi frowned slightly, glanced at Fuji, then at two plates of powder, and said indifferently, "The green one is wasabi." ”

The smile on Fuji's face froze, and he really couldn't hide it from Sakuraichi.

Seeing Fuji's deflatedness, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Sakura's mouth, and then she stretched out her index finger and dipped it a little like she needed to remember the taste of these things.

After tasting the previous seasoning, Sakuraichi finally dipped a little red powder into his mouth, and then ......

"Ahem, water!"

Wasabi, it's actually mustard!

Sakuraichi hurriedly rushed to the edge of the pool, turned on the tap water and drank it with her head up.

"Flutter~" Fuji couldn't hold it back, and a smile overflowed the corners of his mouth.

"Nope! Two! Week! Help! With a thud slapping into the pool, completely dispersing the reflection inside, Sakuraichi turned his head to look at him, his voice was quite gnashing his teeth.

"Now, Sakuraichi," the boy tilted his head, and his chestnut hair lifted a little, only to hear him say innocently, "I told you, the red is wasabi." ”

"Hey, those two plates are mustard." Sakuraichi said speculatively, however, Fuji's answer almost made her go wild, only to hear his soft voice: "It's really all wasabi, Sakuraichi is so smart." ”

Sakura's whole body froze, this bastard, actually tricked her again. Squinted his eyes, straightened the brim of his hat, and said indifferently, "I eat egg fried rice, and I am not allowed to put mustard." With that, he walked out of the kitchen.

Egg fried rice?

Fuji looked at her back as she left, slightly stunned, and then looked at the tomatoes on the cutting board and the unbroken eggs on the plate. frowned, reached out and picked up the egg and opened it in the bowl, although he didn't know what the egg fried rice that Sakuraichi was talking about, but, literally, it should be egg fried rice, is it a Chinese practice?

In order to maintain the nutrition of the food, there is basically no need to fry it, because in their opinion, high temperature will destroy vitamins and some nutrients. Therefore, most people eat half-cooked food, such as poached eggs, sashimi, vegetables and meat such as greens and cauliflower.

Therefore, it was the first time he had heard of egg fried rice, not to mention that he had never been to Chinatown, so he naturally did not know how Chinese food was made.

"Sakuraichi," after a while, Fuji walked into the living room with two plates of egg fried rice, and after putting the rice on the coffee table, he sat down next to Sakuraichi, handed her a small spoon and said, "You like Chinese culture very much?" ”

"Hmm," Sakuraichi scooped a spoonful of rice, paused and emphasized, "I like it very much." As he spoke, he took the rice into his mouth and chewed it slowly with a soft smile on his face.

"That..."

"Poof~cough cough・・・・ Fuji Shusuke!" Without waiting for Fuji to finish speaking, Sakuraichi squirted the rice on the ground, turned his head sharply and glared at Fuji, "You added wasabi to the rice!" ”

Fuji glanced at the two plates of egg fried rice on the coffee table, and said in a rather innocent tone, "Sakuraichi, the one you ate is... ”

"Then why did you put it in front of me?" Sakuraichi asked indifferently.

"Ahh ”

"Nope! Two! Week! Help! You bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Sakuraichi slammed on the couch, grabbing a pillow and smashing it at Fuji every time he said a bastard, "Bastard, get out of here!" ”

"But," Fuji turned his head slightly and dodged the pillow that Sakuraichi had smashed, and the flying pillow brought a faint wind to lift his chestnut hair, only to see him smile softly and kindly remind Sakuraichi, "This is my home." ”

Hearing this, Sakura paused, looked at the pillow in her hand and then looked at the young man who was looking at her with his head tilted, smiling he was still so elegant as the wind, but it gave her the urge to slap him to death.

"Hush." Sakura shook her hand, threw the pillow on the sofa and sat down again, pressed the brim of her hat, and a flash of annoyance flashed in her eyes, she was so stupid, how could she do such an unqualified thing? In vain, he has been in a high position for more than 20 years, and he is so out of shape in front of a teenager, getting angry, throwing pillows, and shouting at others to get out, it's really too naïve, how can he do it?

Glancing at Fuji imperceptibly, Sakuraichi gritted his teeth, damn it, he was mad by the young man in front of him.

"Sakuraichi, let's eat." Fuji couldn't hold back a smile and casually swapped the two plates of egg fried rice on the coffee table.

Sakuraichi didn't move the spoon, just watched the dark red pupils of the egg fried rice converge. However, before she could think about it, a spoonful of egg fried rice appeared in front of her, and her eyes followed the spoon, only to see Fuji looking at her with a smile, "There is no mustard." ”

Sakura half-suspiciously leaned over and looked at it carefully, and when she didn't see any green or red particles on the rice grains, she took the rice into her mouth, and sure enough, there was no wasabi, but she didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief...

"Sakuraichi, this spoon... Fuji Hao spoke undeadly, the smile on his face was still soft, but the words he said made Sakura frown, and the anger bubbled up, but she was suppressed by her, and turned her head to stop looking at Fuji.

Looking at her forbearance, Fuji felt very happy, and sure enough, he still wanted to avenge the 'gatekeeper' in the past few days, and how funny Sakura's anger was.

"We don't count this as indirect kissing." Fuji couldn't help but want to add another fire, I really wanted to see if Sakura would be so rational if he was so hot to the extreme.

"Kissing?" As soon as Sakura turned her head and looked at him suspiciously, all her anger was extinguished by the word, and she resumed her previous voice as indifferent as frost, "What is kissing?" ”

Miscalculated!

As soon as he heard Sakuraichi's voice return to normal, Fuji knew that he was self-defeating, but he didn't expect Sakuraichi to not know what kissing meant, it was really a miscalculation, but ・・・・・

"Sakuraichi," the elegant young man smiled softly, "do you want me to teach you?" ”

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