"I'm back."

It was nearly half past six when he got home after finishing the club activities in the wind club, and Hoshimi hung his coat on the coat hook in the hallway, squatting down to change his shoes and pressing the light switch. Towards the end of the month, Ms. Mai Tamin finally returned to her busy work state, giving Hoshimi a leave of absence for her poor and fragile stomach.

After countless baptisms of failure, Mikoto Hoshimi finally had a plan to give up the kitchen under the pressure of work and the persuasion of her daughter, and the biggest obstacle in prompting Mikoto Hoshimi to give up the great cause of cooking is none other than Erika Ikuta.

Hoshimi Mibu had a headache at the thought of the name for a month, she didn't expect Ikuta to be able to encourage her mother to try and create new dishes every night, and Ms. Mikoto was so encouraged by Ikuta's email that she confidently rushed to the kitchen whenever she had time, leaving her to clean the battlefield for hours.

Hoshimi put his bag back in his room and changed into loungewear, and poured himself a cup of hot water as he passed the living room before entering the kitchen. The stream of water washes the lettuce in the small pot, and Hoshimi weighs the pros and cons of talking to Ikuta while filtering the water. She wanted to call Ikuta while Ms. Mikoto was away from home from overtime, and try to stop Ikuta from encouraging his mother to cook, which was a life-threatening matter. But she was timid at the thought that Ikuta would enter a state of full power before night, and that he would never let her go if he called for less than two hours.

The lettuce was split in half by Hoshimi and thrown into a small pot of boiling water, and then the chilled soba noodles were taken out of the refrigerator and drained into a bowl with the sauce. Remove the lettuce and arrange it on a plate, sprinkle with chopped green onions and mashed yams, and you're ready for a simple dinner.

Hoshimi puts just the cool water on the table, and the aroma of soba wakes up her empty belly, which growls twice in response to the occasion, adding a wonderful sense of ritual to the dinner. Hoshimi was about to feast when the sudden vibrating sound of her phone stopped her.

"What is this?" Hoshimi took a bite of noodles before he looked at the email from Ikuta in confusion, "Fried spring rolls cheats? Hoshimi frowned at the contents of the email, and the steaming noodles in front of him instantly became unfragrant.

Hoshimi Mibu clenched the phone tightly with his left hand, released his chopsticks with his right hand and slammed it on the table, then raised his hand and slightly ripped open the collar in an attempt to improve the inexplicable suffocation caused by an email. Before she could organize her language to refuse Ikuta's kindness, the phone shook in her hand, and a new email appeared on the screen, still from Ikuta.

"Good evening mihoho, I accidentally sent the wrong email just now, I originally wanted to send it to my aunt, mihoho don't care."

Hoshimi looked at the mail with a fierce look in his eyes, and wanted to dig the words 'don't care' out of the mail and throw it in the trash, and he had to step on it a few times before throwing it. She picked up the warm water she had prepared for eating noodles and poured a big mouthful, but she still couldn't extinguish the anger burning in her heart.

Hoshimi didn't hesitate to dial Ikuta's phone directly, and the other end of the phone didn't stop, and he was connected without even having a chance to appear.

"Hey, Mihoho! Good evening! ”

Ikuta's Genki's voice immediately ran into Hoshimi's ears, 'Hey, Ikuta Erika, you stubborn bastard! Why don't you give up! Hoshimi imagined in his mind that he would vent his dissatisfaction and anger directly to Ikuta on the other end of the phone, but the words that actually came out turned into a gentle greeting: "Good evening, Ichiku-chan." ”

"Why did Mihoho call me all of a sudden? Is it not clear in the email? Ikuta's voice clearly fell into Hoshimi's ears with a smile.

"It's very clear in the email." It couldn't be clearer, if it weren't for you so clearly, I would never have chosen to call you at night on the spur of the moment, Hoshimi secretly regretted it, and for a while I didn't know how to phrase it so that I could get out of my predicament without hurting the enthusiastic Ikuta.

Ikuta didn't hear the hesitation and sadness that Hoshimi expected at all, and continued to ask without giving her time to think, "Has Mihoho eaten?" I just ate fried spring rolls, and I think mihoho should like it too, so I specially found the steps to make fried spring rolls on the Internet and prepared to send them to my aunt, but I just found out that I sent them to mihoho by mistake. ”

"You haven't sent it to my mom yet!" Hoshimi didn't dare to hesitate when he heard this, and immediately asked, his fingers curled up nervously, waiting with bated breath for Ikuta's reply.

"I was about to resend it to my aunt, so Mihoho called, but it doesn't matter, just click send it later."

Hearing Ikuta's self-perceived relief, Hoshimi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." The next second, I thought of Ikuta's edited email and felt that my heart was about to jump out of my throat, and I couldn't help laughing at myself: "Yiku-chan, I never thought that being friends with you would save even the money on the roller coaster." ”

"What? What does Mihoho mean when he says roller coaster? Is Mihoho going to ask me to go on a roller coaster? ”

Hoshimi squinted her eyes and listened to Ikuta's random guessing on the phone and felt a burst of amusement, and couldn't help grinning the corners of her mouth to herself, she just wanted to open her mouth to tease Ikuta, asking her where she got the courage to think that she dared to ride a roller coaster with her. I heard Ikuta take the initiative to ask himself, "Mihoho has been asking me to go to the amusement park lately. I thought I must go to your house to taste Auntie's craft, and after practicing for so long, I think Auntie must have made a breakthrough. ”

Hoshimi frowned and slowly let go, her face was a little solemn, she finally understood where Ms. Mikoto's confidence in her cooking skills and the courage to keep entering the kitchen came from, it turned out that it was all given by Erika Ikuta. Hoshimi doesn't want to ride any roller coaster at all, she just wants to grab Ikuta and Mikoto Hoshimi to the hospital for a paternity test, she has enough reason to suspect that these two are mother and daughter, and she may have been held by the wrong person when she was born.

"That's not right, you were born a year before me."

"What's wrong? I was born a year before you! ”

"I'm not talking about that."

"And what do you want to say?" Without waiting for Hoshimi to prepare an answer, Ikuta took the lead and said, "I know that Mihoho has always wanted to be with me, and he invited me to dinner before, and today he invited me to ride a roller coaster." Ikuta's voice slowly became softer, as if he wanted to soothe Hoshimi's hurt emotions, and said slowly, "I really want to hang out with Mihoho too, but the recent schedule is really too tight." ”

Hoshimi heard Ikuta lower his voice with some self-reproach, and couldn't help laughing, his body, which was originally tense because of the kitchen killer incident, relaxed, leaned back on the back of the chair, and played with his fingers curling up the ends of his hair, hearing Ikuta's more and more confident reiteration of his guesses, he couldn't help but speak: "Have you been too busy lately and haven't rested well at night, and you doze off in broad daylight and start dreaming?" ”