Sunday, October 18th.

At 9:12 a.m., Yu Murakami is wearing pajamas and standing in front of the window, looking out at the autumn Tokyo sky.

The white clouds are sparse, the sky is blue, and the telephone poles are covered with sparrows.

"Ahh

He yawned.

"Yuni-chan, I'm leaving—"

At the gate of Sakura Village, You Mubi, who was wearing a Western-style school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, waved to him on the second floor.

"Isn't it Sunday, where are you going?"

"Didn't I tell you about the rehearsal of the cultural festival! Really! You Mubi jumped and waved her little fist, and even her hair was filled with the vitality of a seventeen girl: "I'm going to trouble Youni-chan today, I'm leaving!" ”

"Hey, hey, hey"

Murakami gave Yu Mubi's small body, ran and disappeared into the alley.

Today, he is the only one in Sakuraso.

During the rare break, he didn't think about what to do for a while.

After a few more moments of staring at the sparrow on the telephone pole, he turned and walked out of the bedroom, ready to go downstairs to the more spacious living room.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly remembered a song, so he hummed and went downstairs.

“... Sparrows outside the window, beaked on telephone poles. When you say this, it feels like summer..."

Wrong.

It's autumn.

“... When you say this, it feels like autumn. in the hand..."

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell interrupted his singing.

"Who"

"Hello, there is your courier, please sign for it."

It should be Miss Sakura and Higashiyama Kazuma, the two have recently become obsessed with online shopping, and the express packages at home have not stopped.

Yu Murakami yawned, held his messy hair, and walked towards the entrance.

[Music Lv. 2: 92/100]

Open the door.

"Hello, is it Mr. Yu Murakami, here is your package."

It turned out to be his.

Who will send it

Gifts from fans are usually sent to the event site and the office, so it should be Yoshima Sato, who has not been in touch for almost a month.

I took the box and looked at the shipping address, and sure enough, it was from the countryside of Hokkaido, and the sender's name was also Yoshima Sato.

I thanked the courier who was wearing a green hat for some reason, closed the door, and Yu Murakami returned to the living room with the box.

When I opened the parcel, there were six small orange pumpkins inside, and there was only one letter.

Yu Murakami put the pumpkin aside and opened the envelope.

"Yu-kun Murakami:

Be well

Just in case, I'll start the letter with a statement: pumpkin isn't for you, hahaha.

It's almost October 31, and Christmas is coming.

When I went to work in the fields, I thought that if I could make jack-o'-lanterns with a few friends, it would be fun and new for people living in Tokyo.

Tokyo naturally has everything, I'm afraid that it will be late, Murakami-kun, you have already gone to the supermarket to buy jack-o'-lanterns, so I will send it to you in advance.

Recently, I was making persimmons with my mother and younger siblings while watching TV.

When it's ready, I'll send you a copy.

By the way, Murakami-kun, your voice acting on "Sword Art Online" is really amazing.

After reading the first episode, the roar at the end made me ride my bicycle for three hours, go to the nearest big bookstore, and buy a complete set of "Sword Art Online".

But it wears me out.

I started thinking about buying a scooter, but unfortunately I had to get a driver's license.

Winter is coming, so let's wait until next year.

Happy Halloween in advance.

All the best

Yoshima Sato's pen"

Yu Murakami put down the letter, and when he saw the pumpkin for the first time, he really thought that he was making pumpkin pie for him - the old pumpkin is the best to make pumpkin pie, with its own sweetness.

He didn't have a Halloween habit.

But a few other people in Sakuraso should like it.

I went upstairs to get the manuscript paper, and went back to the living room, ready to write a reply to Yoshima Sato.

Writing a letter is not like writing, and you have to think about it slowly.

Murakami thinks about it and writes it.

"Ryoma-kun Sato:

Greetings omitted

I didn't have Halloween habits, and I didn't buy jack-o'-lanterns.

But Sato-kun sent a pumpkin, maybe it's just the right time to feel the festive atmosphere like you've never felt before.

It's always good to have one more day in your life to celebrate.

It is said that snow starts to fall in Hokkaido in November, and sometimes even in October.

It's enviable.

November and December in Tokyo don't give the impression that there is no snow before.

It may only be in January, February, or even March of the following year that the snow will fall {impressively enough}.

But the weather was not cold enough.

Anyway, I want to spend the winter, and I want to go to a colder place in the cold winter.

I really envy you who live in Hokkaido.

The potato planted in the atrium grew to ten centimeters, and just when I thought {growing potatoes is so simple}, he gradually died.

I buried him back in the ground, hoping to turn it into fertilizer and use it for the last time.

Happy Halloween

I wish the Sato family good health

Yubi Murakami"

The handwriting is as printed as ever.

Yu Murakami checked it, and after confirming that there were no typos, he stuffed it into an envelope.

Put the pumpkins away and clean up the table and floor.

Out the door.

Stuffing the letter into the mailbox and throwing away the kitchen and household garbage, Yu Murakami wore slippers and a T-shirt printed with {i love Yu-kun} on it, and went to the supermarket to buy groceries with his hair curled.

Walking in the alley, I can clearly hear the squeaking of sparrows on the power lines overhead.

But Yu Murakami has ignored their emotions.

He began to look forward to the first snow in Tokyo this year.

What are the songs about snow?

Hair like snow doesn't seem right.

Serious snow doesn't need to be so pretentious.

"Love Letter" This is a book and a movie, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's a song or not, he just likes it.

And the movie is very good, and the filming location is also in Hokkaido, which is very appropriate.

There seems to be a piano background music called "A Wiory".

What's the tune?

Tune, tune, tune......

【】, {never forget}.

So Yu Murakami remembered the background music of the movie that he had only heard once at that time.

"Hum Hum"

On the streets of Tokyo in autumn, a handsome man with loose hair and slippers hums a ditty.

The women on the street feel that this autumn is really warm, and the maple leaves are just right, and they want to travel and meet.

The 811 mall on Sunday is as lively as ever, and Halloween-themed decorations have begun to appear inside.

Yu Murakami came here to buy tools for carving jack-o'-lanterns.

After buying vegetables and tools, I went out of the mall, and set up a stage for activities in front of the gate.

Yu Murakami had no intention of going up, so he turned around and left.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and he had to go back to lunch.

Back at Sakuraso, I washed rice and cooked rice, and I didn't bother to cook slowly, so I simply cooked a sukiyaki.

At 11:23, Yu Murakami was holding a bowl of white rice and eating the dishes in the pot {the best is the sukiyaki, and the worst is the stew}.

The TV is on, and there are variety shows burned by Miss Sakura inside, all of which are young young ladies.

He wasn't interested in watching it, he just wanted to turn on the TV, and it didn't matter what he put on.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm back" You Mubi rushed into the living room: "Hehe, I knew there was something delicious." ”

"There's food in the kitchen." Yu Murakami ate a slice of cabbage and took a bite of rice.

"Uh-huh~"

You Mubi quickly returned to the living room with dishes and chopsticks, and couldn't wait to eat.

"Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

"Hmmmm" You Mubi tried to talk while eating the food, and after failing, she chewed twice quickly and hard, and swallowed the food: "I didn't want to come back, but I thought that Youni-chan was at home, and there must be something delicious at home, so I came back." ”

"Hmm."

Yu Murakami quickly ate well, lay on his side on the ground, and was bored watching the female idol group "pretending to be crazy and stupid" on TV.

I didn't know what to look like there.

After a while, You Mubi touched her slightly bulging belly: "I really can't eat it, what should I do if I have a little left?"

"Put it there, I'll clean it up later."

"Are you going to fall?"

"Otherwise?"

"What a pity that is" You Mubi tried to pick up the chopsticks, but: "Ouch, no, my stomach hurts when I move." ”

"Don't push yourself."

"But ......" You Mubi thought for a while: "Or you can help me knead the rice ball, and I'll take it to school in the afternoon and give it to the other students to taste." ”

"It's just a little bit left, and it's not a pity to throw it away."

The main thing is that he is too lazy to move now that he is full, and he is a little sleepy.

"No! How can food be wasted! You Mubi stood up with difficulty, and then brought the rice and plastic wrap from the kitchen.

If her small body squatted, the length of her arms was not enough, so she could only kneel at the table.

"This way, then again, and finally like this, oh oh, a rice ball is ready!"

Murakami's eyes were half-closed, he didn't even look at it, and said casually, "Oh, that's good." ”

You Mubi shrugged her little nose and didn't want to pay attention to him.

She put the rice balls in her usual bento box, and then moved on to make the second one.

The young ladies on TV start dancing and singing, and Yuya Murakami finally starts sleeping.

By the time he woke up, the living room had become empty, You Mubi was gone, and the dishes and chopsticks on the table had been cleaned up.

It's quiet all around.

Murakami blinked and sobered up, only to realize that the TV had been turned off at some point.

I stretched, sat up, and looked at the time, 2:28.

It's been a long Sunday, and time flies by before you know it.

After thinking about it, I found that I didn't seem to have anything to do, so I simply took out Yoshima Sato's potato planting strategy.

......

"I'm back."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the voice of Ai Nakano sounded outside the door.

Yu Murakami put away the booklet and prepared to start cooking dinner.

[Planting Lv. 1: 56/100]

Open the fridge and take out the saury you bought this morning.

Saury, as the name suggests: a fish that looks like a knife in autumn is the most suitable to eat in autumn.

"What are you going to eat tonight" Ai Nakano put her bag away, rolled up her sleeves, and walked into the kitchen.

"Boiled taro, mixed with rape, miso juice, the main dish is saury."

"It's delicious, I'll help you deal with the taro."

"Okay."

After the taro was washed, she offered to be responsible for peeling it.

"How do I feel like I'm okay with my shaves?"

Ai Nakano put a piece of taro that had been cut into hexahedrons in the palm of her hand and showed it to Yu Murakami in a show off.

The craftsmanship is unsightly.

It's not so much about peeling as it is about splitting the corpse - on each skin, there is a lot of taro meat.

"Well, yes, it's clean."

Anyway, the amount of taro is enough, less is less, and it is not bad to look good in shape.

Ai Nakano was affirmed by the top chef Yu Murakami in her eyes, and her enthusiasm became even higher, humming "Mr. Bear in the Forest" and starting a pleasant journey of taro cutting.

This scene is very familiar, like 1,100 yen coffee.

Yu Murakami processed the saury and sprinkled it with salt and marinated it.

"Cut it, look, each one is very good."

"Uh-huh."

Yu Murakami didn't look at the "thick skin" in the garbage can, and poured the taro directly into the pre-boiled water.

"What is this for?"

"Remove the mucus."

"Oh"

Nakano Ai is subconsciously asking casually, and has no intention of remembering and learning.

"You watch it for me, take it out after two minutes and forty-five seconds, and then rinse it with water."

Normally, it takes three to four minutes to cook, but the taro that Nakano Ai has shaved is a bit small and a little thin.

"Eh" Ai Nakano felt very embarrassed: "Don't embarrass me for two minutes and forty-five seconds!" How could it be so precise?"

Yu Murakami wiped the saury that had been marinated for ten minutes, scratched the flower knife, sprinkled it with the right amount of salt, and finally put it in the oven: "It's two minutes and thirty-two seconds." ”

"Huh!"

"Two minutes and thirty-one seconds."

"Eh——!"

"Two minutes and twenty-nine seconds."

"Wait, wait." Ai Nakano took out her phone, quickly clicked on the timer, and put her hands on the keyboard: "How much time is left now?"

"Two minutes and seventeen seconds."

Bang Bang Bang!

"That's it!" Ai Nakano stared at the timer on her phone, motionless by the pot.

Yu Murakami began to process rape and miso juice.

Just as he put the boiled rape into the ice water.

"That's it!" Ai Nakano quickly turned off the fire, and then looked at him: "What's next?"

Yu Murakami gestured to the pool, "Rinse off the slime on it." ”

"Good!"

Ai Nakano is full of energy.

"I'm back—"

"I'm back, too—"

In the corridor, the voices of Sakura Suzune and Higashiyama were heard.

"Murakami-kun, I'll help you taste the food!"

Dongshan rushed into the kitchen, skillfully picked up his chopsticks, and then like crab tongs, clamped one by one, making a "pop" sound, staring at the pot with big eyes.

"Nothing is good now."

"Eh~" The crab pincers lost their vitality, Higashiyama pouted, put the chopsticks on his upper lip, and said, "You are very lazy today, Murakami-kun!" I'm upset! ”

"Get out."

"Oh." Dongshan lowered his head aggrievedly, poked his index fingers together, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Halfway through, he suddenly walked back and said, "Okay, remember to call me!" I'm going to watch TV for a while. After that, he ran out.

Ai Nakano also cleaned up the taro here, and in the next process, no one else can interfere, otherwise the cooking will not reach more than 4 points.

Yu Murakami puts the taro in the pot and pours in the stock he has boiled.

Bring to a boil, add sugar, wine, and mirin.

Cover the pot and reduce the heat to a low boil.

The cooking time depends on the size of the taro, which is one of the secrets of Yuno Murakami's cooking of more than 4 points.

When the soup starts to bubble, the rich aroma begins to spread.

"Okay, okay," Dongshan Crab smelled the aroma and walked into the kitchen again.

"It's coming."

"Oh!"

Dongshan stood by the pot, his originally small lips shrunk into a ball, his eyes slightly widened, and his expression was serious.

Yu Murakami turned on the pot at the right time, added soy sauce, and continued to cook.

Dongshan swallowed his saliva, and his voice was very loud.

When the soup is scarce, the pot must be held up and shaken constantly to prevent the taro from boiling, and at the same time let the taro coat the soup.

This is also the origin of the name of the dish of boiled taro.

After a while, the hexagonal taro exudes an alluring sheen.

"Yes, you can taste it, but be careful of burning your mouth."

"Eun!" Dongshan directly picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yu Murakami picked up a dish and placed it under her chin.

As soon as the dishes were in place, she spat out the more shiny taro.

"It's hot! It's hot! It's hot! ”

Murakami Yu is a little helpless, and the fact that Higashiyama is burning his mouth is about to become the daily routine of Sakuraso's kitchen.

Higashiyama no longer had the shyness of spitting out food in front of the boys at the beginning, so he naturally took the dishes, and then puffed up his fleshy cheeks.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

"Whew! Okay, okay, it shouldn't be hot, I'm starting it, it's delicious! ”

Yu Murakami doesn't really want to pay attention to this overly cute guy.

Turning around, Ai Nakano was smiling at him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling..."Ai Nakano thought for a moment and used an inexplicable word: "... Life is good. ”

"Yes."

Murakami casually coped with it.

Ai Nakano gave him a blank look.

This is also the daily life of Sakuraso.

"I'm back—"

"Uh-huh!" Dongshan immediately ate the whole taro, then put the dishes away, wiped his mouth, and pretended that nothing happened.

Coherent.

But today's You Mubi did not rush directly into the kitchen as usual.

The voices in the living room were noisy.

You Mubi brought back a few friends from the club.

"We didn't know the music very well yet, so we had to keep practicing in the evening, and today they are staying here."

"Sorry to interrupt." x4

It was four fifteen-year-old girls, and they were also wearing the uniforms of the private Sakuragaoka.

"Quzi" Yu Murakami looked at Yu Mubi: "You are not from the kendo department"

You Mubi was stunned: "Why am I from the kendo department?"

Because your kendo is very powerful.

"It's nothing, I saw you buy a wooden sword, and I thought that the club you joined was a kendo club."

"When I was a freshman in high school, I did want to join the kendo club, but when I entered the test, I defeated everyone in the kendo club, and no one talked about it again."

It is a senior in the second and third years of high school, and it is not allowed to appear as a younger than himself

Or do you yourself look down on the kendo club

Yu Murakami didn't ask.

It's all irrelevant and in the past.

"So you're in the band club now" Ai Nakano brought the dish to the table, and although there were four more people, there were a lot of taro, miso juice, and saury today.

"No, I'm in the light voice department right now."

"Light Sound Club" Yu Murakami glanced at the four female high school students who were sitting motionless in place on the surface, but their feet had been making various small movements.

It does seem to be a very relaxed club.

The campus atmosphere on several people made him a little nostalgic, so he quickly finished eating, took a shower, and gave the living room to them to practice, while at the same time not making them feel uncomfortable because of the presence of adults.

The practice of several people lasted until half past eleven, which happened to be Yuu Murakami's rest time.

In fact, if they continue to practice, Yu Murakami won't mind.

He went downstairs to get ready to go to the toilet and then went to sleep, and as he approached the living room, he heard the sound of communication inside.

You Mubi: "I'll sleep in the living room with you today." ”

A female voice: "The concave sauce seniors are really good"

Suzune Sakura: "Turn on the air conditioner in case you catch a cold." ”

Another female voice: "No, no, no, thank you, Sister Sakura, but don't use it." ”

Another female voice: "Only she can't stand the smell of air conditioning." ”

Suzune Sakura: "In this case, then you must cover the quilt at night."

"Thank you, Sakura-san" x4

Miss Sakura is really very gentle with girls, no, to beautiful and cute girls.

Yu Murakami was about to go upstairs to rest, and Miss Sakura walked out of the living room with a satisfied expression.

Seeing Yu Murakami, she frowned.

"Night Raid"

"You"

"You can try."

"Not interested."

Miss Sakura's good mood disappeared in an instant.