"That's probably what I said, Miss Nakajima will stay for half a year, understand?"

Beichuan Temple takes out the washed mushrooms from the stainless steel basin, shakes the wrist slightly, changes the knife on the mushroom noodles and cuts it, and then takes off the mushroom tray, puts oil in the pot and fries it slightly, and after the surface is fried slightly yellow, it is removed to control the oil, pour out part of the oil in the pot, leave a little bottom oil, and then put in the prepared chicken puree and fry.

Salt the chicken, then stir-fry the mushrooms together, and pour in the water that has dissolved the stock cubes.

The fragrance came out all of a sudden, making Eri Kitagawa can't help but move her nose.

She walked to Beichuan Temple, and then said in surprise: "Brother Temple, do you still know how to cook?" ”

Kitagawa Temple usually makes breakfast that is ordinary simple bread and milk salad, so Eri Kitagawa has always felt that Kitagawa Temple can't cook, at least not as skilled as it is now, and he does things cleanly.

"......" Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple glanced at her, feeling that everyone in the world knew his abilities, and she alone knew nothing about herself.

"Hmm—it smells so good, doesn't it?"

Looking at the white in the pot revealing half a point of pale yellow, gurgling and bubbling hot soup, Nakajima Mika, the person who just said he was going to come over to help the handle, floated over.

She looked at it for a long time, and then said in surprise, "This shouldn't be the traditional miso soup, right?" ”

"My own recipe." Kitagawa Temple replied simply, adding the mirin at hand to the broth, and then simmering over low heat.

Then he reached out to test the oil temperature of the pan on the second cooktop.

After thinking that it was almost the same, he bought the three herring that he had bought and processed, and fried them in a pot over low heat.

The herring has been treated with cooking wine to remove the smell, and the oil temperature is not high, so it will not stick to the pan if it is fried slowly and turned over a lot.

He took another pan from under the table, washed it, and turned on the third stove.

Next, prepare the sauce for frying the herring.

Although there are many Japanese ingredients here, Kitagawa Temple still retains the Chinese habit of cooking.

He is accustomed to oil and likes to cook over high heat.

It's just that he seems to have thought about something, so the oil is not heavy, and he doesn't use the traditional Chinese wide oil.

"Uh... Brother Temple... You can actually use three stoves? ”

Eri Kitagawa's eyes widened.

"It's a good thing that I didn't let you do it, and I'm still talking here." Kitagawa Temple Road.

Uh-

Eri Kitagawa covered her mouth and obediently walked back to the couch to watch her favorite critter show.

On one side, Nakajima Mika watched Kitagawa Temple break the butter into small pieces with a few knives, and put it into the pot with her backhand, but she might as well forget to reach out and turn the fried herring in the pan to the other side.

This methodical rhythm and appearance, it feels like even if she wants to help, she can only help.

"Then I'll go too, Kitagawa-kun, you're busy."

"Hmm."

Kitagawa Temple replied without raising his head, and while dividing the three fish into three plates, he tilted the black pepper sauce from the third pan on the fish, and the fragrance also emanated with the seductive sound.

He got the greens and tomatoes as a side dish, put the two plates on the table, and looked up to say hello.

"It's time to eat."

"It's coming! The first meal that Brother Si officially cooked, let me Eri Kitagawa taste the taste! Ah-Sister Mika, please first. ”

Eri Kitagawa sat down noisily.

But Nakajima Mika found out that as soon as Eri Kitagawa sat down to eat, she very consciously stopped talking loudly.

Is this also the reason for Kitagawa-kun's discipline? ’

Nakajima muttered in her heart, but she still came to the table.

"Brother Si, how do you make this flavor of fried herring? It's also so delicious. Eri Kitagawa lowered her voice.

Kitagawa Temple took a sip of the soup in his small bowl before replying, "I have my own recipe, I have time to write you a copy." ”

"Okay." Eri Kitagawa nodded, and then obediently began to eat.

Eri Kitagawa began to eat. And Nakajima Mika sat on the other side, also picked up the steaming soup bowl, and took a sip of soup like Kitagawa Temple.

And then—

"It's hot! But it smells so good..."

Nakajima stuck out her tongue.

She's never been a foodie, so she hasn't been in that many plays.

After all, most people can't think of so many adjectives to describe food, so her expression is straightforward:

"One more bowl, Kitagawa-kun."

Kitagawa Temple took the small bowl of Nakajima Mihana, filled it with another bowl of soup, and asked:

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious."

Nakajima praised.

Hearing this, Beichuan Temple nodded: "Indeed, I also think it tastes good." ”

uh——?

Nakajima pinched the bowl and twitched her mouth, surprised by Kitagawa Temple's 'immodest' behavior.

She wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

On the other side, Eri Kitagawa still doesn't speak and eats with chopsticks.

As if sensing Nakajima's complexion, Kitagawa Temple picked up a fish with chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce on the fish, and ate it and asked, "Does Miss Nakajima prefer the kind of person who 'does a good job, but has to pretend to be too modest'?" ”

"Not really." Nakajima replied.

"Then I naturally don't have to pretend in front of you." Kitagawa Temple put down his chopsticks and continued as a matter of course: "If it was someone who only dealt with once or twice, maybe I would still be humble, but you will live in my house for half a year next, I don't think we need to be so guarded against each other, right?" ”

This boy...

Nakajima's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

From the initial question, to the current natural reversal, Kitagawa Temple seems to have imagined its own reaction and answer.

It's no wonder that Chiba Hotaru said that Kitagawa Temple is not a simple young man-

Thinking of this, Nakajima Mika laughed twice:

"That's right, I'm restrained."

On the other side, Eri Kitagawa still eats without saying a word.

Kitagawa Temple's gaze slowed slightly:

"Well, I hope you can adapt to the environment here soon, Miss Nakajima."

Nakajima Miyaka corrected her attitude a little:

"Okay, please advise me later, Kitagawa-kun."

As for Eri Kitagawa -

She was still eating, and her little face was full of happiness that she could eat such a delicious dish.

Eri Kitagawa was even thinking while eating, she would simply let Kitagawa Temple cook in the future, and she would be a salted fish waiting to eat on the side, how good it would be.

On the other side, Tokyo Chiba House.

"Sister, what are you still looking at?"

Chiba Kura looked at Hotaru Chiba standing next to the window and asked incomprehensibly.

Hotaru Chiba had been standing by the window for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Hey." Chiba Hotaru sighed leisurely, "I'm thinking about something. ”

Chiba Cang touched his head: "Thinking about something?" ”

Chiba Hotaru sat down with a cane, and there was some confusion in her voice: "I'm thinking about whether it is the right choice to hand over Sister Miyaka to Kitagawa seniors." ”

"Hmm... Didn't Sister Yinhua also agree to this matter? "Chiba Kura doesn't understand why Chiba Hotaru would think about such a thing.

"Sister Mihua agreed for the sake of my face, I just hope that her tense spirit can relax for a while, and then she will think about asking Beichuan seniors."

Chiba Hotaru was silent for a while: "Sister Mika's condition... Wrong... It's that she's in a very bad state of mind right now, so I want her to experience it-"

"Experience... What can I experience when I send Sister Mikawa to Beichuan seniors? ”

Hotaru Chiba shook her head and stopped talking.

Kitagawa seniors.

I hope you can pull Sister Mika back from the edge of the cliff.

......

The after-dinner life of Kitagawa's family is very simple, Eri Kitagawa takes out her school homework to do, and when she finishes her homework, she starts watching TV.

Kitagawa Temple, on the other hand, went out for a walk, and when the walk was over, I entered the room and didn't know what to do.

The two of them entered the usual rhythm of life, and Nakajima Mika looked at these two people and felt that she seemed to relax a lot at once.

She drank tea while watching Eri Kitagawa do her homework.

Eri Kitagawa originally wrote her homework well, but when Nakajima Mika saw it, she was nervous a lot, and some mathematical calculations were wrong.

This is a true national goddess! Unlike those who have only been popular for a while, there are still rumors about her on the Internet now.

She was a little too nervous, and a trace of sweat oozed from her smooth and white forehead.

"Don't be in a hurry, think slowly, you look at the set symbols on this side, and the other side."

The greeting came from behind, and Nakajima Mika actually leaned down and guided softly!

The situation that was relieved in an instant like the tension in the anime did not appear on Eri Kitagawa, and her hands and feet were paralyzed, and she actually hit the table with a click.

"It hurts!"

Eri Kitagawa screamed.

Nakajima took two steps back and said embarrassedly, "Are you okay?" Ahem... I'm sorry, I just..."

"No... It's okay, I'm just a little too excited. ”

Eri Kitagawa waved her palms vigorously, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her innocent face: "Because Sister Miyaka has always been my idol, I especially like the songs that Sister Mikata sings." ”

"Really?" It's rare that Nakajima doesn't show a sad smile.

Her eyes twinkle and she asked, "Does Eri like my songs too?" ”

"Yes, yes!"

Eri Kitagawa nodded vigorously.

"Especially that song of yours, Sister Mika! The song "The Shape of Flowers" originally thought it was a song depicting spring, but I didn't expect you to write about the time when everything withers in autumn. ”

"That's my favorite song! It has even helped me out of the low point of my life. ”

Eri Kitagawa was a little excited.

"The Shape of Flowers", one of the top five singles of the 9th Japan Annual Congress.

It tells the story of a young girl when early autumn comes.

The so-called "shape of a flower" does not simply mean "the shape of a flower", it is also the shape of a flower of the human heart.

The flowers in reality have withered, and everything is silent.

But the flower of the human heart never withers and blooms quietly.

At that time, I don't know how many people were inspired to rise again, and even reduced the suicide rate of that era.

It is also this song "The Shape of Flowers" that once again sent Nakajima Miya flowers to a new height.

"Really?" Nakajima Mika blinked, and she held up a finger: "In that case, Sister Eri, I will make an agreement with you, as long as you complete your homework, I will promise you a small request." Let's say a rap song, how about it? ”

"Really?" Eri Kitagawa jumped up with joy: "I'll do my best!" ”

Inspired by her idol, Eri Kitagawa will do her best and finish all her homework in a short time.

Originally, she was admitted to Jingbei by her own level, and she can be regarded as a character like a scholar, so naturally she will not be stumped by this little homework.

At first, I was just too nervous, so I didn't play well.

"......" Nakajima Mikahana's expression is a little complicated.

She originally thought that Eri Kitagawa was just an ordinary, mid-grade student, and she thought that she would have to wait for her for a long time.

But I didn't expect Eri Kitagawa to be the same as his brother, who doesn't seem to be very conspicuous in terms of learning, but he is also a scholar.

"Sister Mika! I'm all right! Eri Kitagawa came to Nakajima's side, looking forward to it with a small face.

“... Well, what does Eri's sister ask for? ”

Nakajima Mika didn't intend to break her word, and after checking it, she spoke.

"I want to hear Sister Mi Hua sing "The Shape of Flowers"."

Nakajima rubbed her throat, muttering in her heart.

There is a section in "The Shape of Flowers" that needs to soar high notes... I don't know if my voice can support it now.

A negotiable is a compromise.

Nakajima sat on the edge of the sofa, took a few deep breaths and opened her voice, and sang the first paragraph of "The Shape of Flowers" in the gaze of Eri Kitagawa.

The soft and gentle voice ripples in the living room, and even without the accompaniment of musical instruments, this clear and methodical solid singing skill also embroils Eri Kitagawa in the early autumn moment.

She is not desperate to look at the ruins of all things, and the flower of her heart is quietly blooming.

And looking at Eri Kitagawa like this, Nakajima Mika also had a smile on her face.

Her throat was already a little uncomfortable, and the treble part might not be able to sing, so she lowered the song by two keys and improvised two more lyrics to make the climax more soothing.

This is the strength of the Nakajima Flower Heavenly King level.

Even if she is not in good shape now, she still has many ways to finish a song.

There are also many unexpected situations at the concert site, which require the singer's ability to adapt to changes.

And as an active national female singer, she is naturally qualified in these aspects.

Moreover... It's also a way to fulfill commitments.

At the end of the song, Eri Kitagawa applauded, and her little face was red: "Sister Mika's singing is so good!" ”

This kind of terrifying solid foundation is worthy of her applause.

"Hehe..."

Nakajima Mika pretended to cough dryly, and her voice was slightly lowered: "It's best if Sister Eri can be happy." ”

"Well, I'm already very satisfied to hear Sister Mihua sing "The Shape of Flowers" to me alone."

The two of them were talking again in the living room.

But they didn't notice that at the entrance of the living room, Beichuan Temple had slowly receded.

Kitagawa Temple went straight upstairs, walked into the room and made a phone call to Chiba Hotaru.

After waiting for the connection over there, he asked in a calm tone, "Miss Chiba, I want to ask you something, please answer me honestly." ”

"Regarding Miss Nakajima, did you deliberately hide anything?"

"Let's say—"

"Condition."