"You're not doing it right, salmon doesn't handle it that way."

Tsuchigomon Mari looked at it and said, "I'll teach you." ”

"I really haven't handled salmon."

Haruhiko smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Trouble, Sister Marea." ”

As he spoke, he handed the kitchen knife over.

But Tsuchigomon Mari grabbed his wrist.

She moved behind Haruhiko and said, "Remember the steps. ”

Two people clinging close.

Haruhiko could feel a stream of warm breath hit his ear.

At the same time, a soft touch came from the back.

He looked down and saw the hands of Tuyumen Zhenli that were as bright as white jade.

At this time, the fish is pressed with his left hand and his hand is being sliced with his right hand.

Her hands are also hotter than the average human.

But not to burn.

It gave Haruhiko a special experience.

He quickly gathered his mind and began to study seriously.

But it's so hard.

With the action of Tsuchigomon Mari chopping vegetables, her body also shook.

Fortunately, the ordeal ended quickly.

Haruhiko subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Tsuchigomon's eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc.

She rested her chin on Haruhiko's shoulder, sniffed her nose, and said, "This breath is really seductive." ”

These words are especially like the big bad wolf who saw the little white rabbit.

You're not going to be eaten, are you?

Dangerous thoughts crossed Haruhiko's mind.

Tsuchigomon Mari withdrew his hand and said, "Later, you just follow what I just taught." ”

Her expression regained its indifference.

It's as if what I just said was just an illusion.

Haruhiko nodded.

After some time, all the seafood has been processed.

"You stand back."

Tsuchigomon Mari said.

Haruhiko wondered.

Now there is only one last step left, which is to bring the water to a boil and the seafood to be cooked.

What does it mean to step back?

But he still pulled a distance.

Tsuchigomon Mari raised her eyebrows slightly, and there seemed to be magma spreading under her fair skin.

The scorching breath made her hair flutter and turn into flames.

Her eyes turned red, and dark blue butterflies appeared around her, surrounding her.

The original blazer and hip skirt on his body turned to ashes.

In the light, he changed into a red kimono.

A pair of large white legs are exposed.

But the left leg is dressed in black silk and the right leg is dressed in white silk.

This is a demon body that does not know fire.

Haruhiko's eyes widened.

Sure enough, and Yukihime are completely different extremes.

But cook a hot pot, as for it?

Haruhiko tugged at the corners of her mouth, unable to understand.

But it's really getting better pretty quickly.

In less than a minute, the seafood hot pot is fully cooked.

Tsuchigomon Mari tilted her head and said, "You take it out, be careful of scalding." ”

Haruhiko immediately complied.

After he left, Tsuchigomon Mari's body returned to its original state.

But not a thread.

When fighting, she wears special clothes.

But on weekdays, it's just an ordinary secretary dress.

Tsuchimimon Mari took out her clothes and changed them and walked out of the kitchen.

Haruhiko looked at it, slightly stunned.

She was wearing kimono pajamas.

In other words, she just ...... Hiss!

Haruhiko suppressed the picture that shouldn't have been, and seriously dealt with the food in front of him.

The hot pot that is made with a fire that does not know the fire is really good.

After eating, Haruhiko didn't waste time and began to meditate and cultivate.

Yui Tachibana looked at him from a short distance, and she subconsciously curled her fingers around her ears.

If nothing else, I'm still quite diligent.

If you were someone else, you might have fallen long ago.

In this respect, it's similar to Yuya.

Time passes.

Night falls.

Haruhiko opened his eyes.

He was slightly stunned.

Yui Tachibana was lying on her side on the sofa, her face calm, breathing evenly, as if she was sleeping.

Have you been guarding yourself?

Haruhiko's heart moved, and he stepped forward and squatted down.

Looking closely, I feel more and more that her face is very small.

It's probably the legendary slap face.

Because of her side-lying position, Haruhiko could see her collarbone and two white suspenders.

"I don't eat lollipops, I'm not a kid!"

Yui Tachibana suddenly said in her dream, "It's so annoying, you guy, don't touch my head!" ”

Haruhiko was stunned.

Is this talking about me?

How obsessed is it with touching the head?

In the next second, Yui Tachibana licked the corners of her mouth and said, "It's delicious!" My favorite is the oversized lollipop! ”

Haruhiko's face was strange when he heard this.

It turns out that you are such a real white aunt.

"You, you, you!"

Tachibana Yui opened her eyes in a daze, and was suddenly startled.

She slammed to her feet, her face covered with redness.

"Aunt Mahaku, good evening."

Haruhiko greeted with a smile.

"What do you hear?"

Tachibana Yui suddenly panicked and asked worriedly.

She didn't expect to fall asleep on the couch.

It should be because the concert during the day is too tiring.

But she occasionally talks in her sleep when she sleeps.

"Nope."

Haruhiko shook his head and said.

Tachibana gave him a suspicious look, but in the end she chose to believe it.

Late at night.

Haruhiko lay on the bed, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling.

He couldn't sleep.

Without Yukihime, I'm not used to it.

He sighed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Haruhiko opened the door in confusion.

Outside the door is Yui Tachibana in her pajamas.

"Aunt Zhenbai, is there something wrong?"

"Let me in first."

Tachibana Yui looked up and said.

, what kind of Japanese plot is this?

Haruhiko was shocked and stepped out of the way.

Yui Tachibana got into bed, she leaned her back against the wall, and said, "Come and sit." ”

Haruhiko was slightly stunned, realizing something.

Is this going to chat?

He sat next to Yui Tachibana.

A faint fragrance permeated.

"Did you grow up at Inari Shrine?"

Tachibana moved her body next to his arm.

A soft touch came.

Haruhiko looked at it.

She must have just taken a shower, and her skin was a faint pink.

"Hmm."

Haruhiko nodded and said, "It's been since I was eight years old. ”

Tachibana was silent.

How uncomfortable it must be for an eight-year-old child to leave his parents.

She looked up at Haruhiko, and suddenly reached out to rub his head.

But because of her height, her arms are not long enough.

Yui Tachibana simply stood up, hugged his head, and rubbed it vigorously.

Haruhiko suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and his face was pressed by the tablet.

"And after that?"

Yui Tachibana asked again.

"The ......"

As soon as Haruhiko spoke, Yui Tachibana sensed the problem.

A warm breath hit her abdomen.

She immediately let go of her hand, blushed, and sat down again.

Luckily, it was dark and I couldn't see it.

Haruhiko paused and started storytelling mode.

However, his life is not complicated, and it should be said that it is particularly boring.

But Yui Tachibana listened to it more heartbrokenly.

After all, a child has lived on his own for so many years.

Haruhiko yawned and spoke for almost two hours before he knew it.

"True White ......"

He lowered his head and saw Yui Tachibana, whose eyes were hazy with tears.

Haruhiko was a little stunned.

Now he found that this Aunt Zhenbai seemed to be unexpectedly full of emotion.

It's a tear-prone physique.