Does this cat have a penchant for clinging to good-looking people? It really is a lecherous cat.
He squatted down and poked it.
"You used to have pets?" I asked casually.
"I used to keep a little crab. I let it crawl around in the basin by itself, but it got lonely and then it got sick."
"And then?" In fact, I didn't even want to ask anymore.
"Then I raised a crayfish and let it crawl around in the basin by itself. Then it got lonely and got sick."
silence...
"And then what?" Well, at least it has a beginning and an end.
"I'm cooking."
"You'd better not keep pets." What a waste! These are ornamental little crabs and crayfish; how are you supposed to get any meat out of them?
After thinking about Jiang Chen's words, she resolutely put Black Feather back into its nest.
Then he led Hayakawa Noriyuki to the kitchen.
"Have you ever cooked before?" I asked him as I put the new apron with the cute hippo family print that I had bought for him yesterday on his back.
Instant noodles.
That was a very calm tone of voice.
Actually, I really wanted to say that it's unbelievable that someone like him would eat such a profound food as instant noodles, especially since he made them himself. But then I thought about it again, and I believe that even men have their pride, and that he admired the hippo family and took a second look at the knife-cut noodles. I should at least have some understanding of this.
"I want to know what level of basic knowledge you have, such as whether you know what those things are?" I pointed behind me casually.
"Frying pan".
Turn around following your own hand.
silence...
"Very good, we can begin."
After a dust storm in my kitchen, I heard someone ring the doorbell.
"Go open the door." Seeing that he didn't seem to care, I reminded him.
"This is your home." He didn't even look at me.
This dialogue sounds familiar.
"I need to keep an eye on the food; I don't want my kitchen to explode if I leave it for even a second." After what just happened, I finally realized what a kitchen killer really is.
He finally turned around and opened the door.
"Winter? You... Oh, sorry, I went to the wrong place."
The dialogue and plot are so familiar.
Wait, Dong... It seems only Shao Yuzhe calls me that.
Shao Yuzhe, by the way, Shao Yuzhe has never met Hayakawa Noriyuki.
"Yes, yes, this is my house." I still ran out to declare, wondering how something like this could happen whenever Hayakawa Kiichi came to my house.
Speaking of this issue, it's very dangerous. Kurosawa Yu was able to see things in such a tangled mess under such favorable circumstances, and we can't let history repeat itself.
I quickly blocked Shao Yuzhe and said to Hayakawa Noriyuki, "I'm warning you, don't look around."
“You guys…” Shao Yuzhe looked at me and then at Hayakawa Noriyuki, as if he suddenly remembered something. His expression changed, and he walked behind me.
The person behind me is Hayakawa.
For some reason, scenes from novels and prime-time dramas flashed through my mind at lightning speed, so I reflexively looked down at myself and wondered if we were disheveled after the sand and gravel that had just been flying around.
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Just a little gossip (...I might actually be a very gossipy person myself...let's not delve too deeply into this issue)
It's about that little crab and crayfish. Actually, it's true. It's something my friend did when she was a child. I did ask her how she could possibly squeeze meat out of such a tiny living creature. As for me, I'm usually the kind of person who gets criticized for wasting food and not allowed to eat it anymore when everyone is scrambling to eat the standard-sized crab because I can't squeeze out the meat.
Also, the person who said my copywriting was like a thatched hut next to a tall building was her.
The caterpillar incident in the previous chapter is also a true story of my blood and tears.
Actually, I can recall three such incidents, but I only wrote about this relatively insignificant one to maintain my image.
The quote from Comrade Hayakawa, "Men should also have some self-restraint," which I wrote about before, really resonated with me. It was said by a friend (male) of the friend who raises crabs. I was so moved by that quote that I decided to write "Warm Winter."
Also, cats and hippos are my two favorite animals, and I really regret not buying the hippo apron back then...
I hope those who read this will understand that all this rambling is simply to demonstrate how incredibly relatable the events depicted in "Warm Winter" are to real life...
Chapter Nine
This action proved to be quite insane, as Hayakawa was even wearing an adorable hippo apron.
But Shao Yuzhe walked towards Hayakawa, and then...
Then he walked past Hayakawa and headed straight for the kitchen.
I stood there, completely bewildered, when Shao Yuzhe poked his head out.
"The food is burnt." He smiled helplessly.
"Oh..." I replied blankly.
"I'll come again next Sunday." Hayakawa took off his apron and put the burnt vegetables into a bag.
"What are you doing?" Judging from his careful manner, it didn't seem like he was going to throw it away.
"In memory." He walked away without looking back.
It's so cold...
"What exactly are you doing? Who is he?" Shao Yuzhe opened a can of cola and sat down as if he knew the way well. Black Feather, the cat, came over again, rubbing against him.
“I forgot to introduce him,” I patted my head, “His name is Hayakawa Noriyuki, and he’s currently apprenticing under me to learn how to cook.” I grabbed a can of Coke and sat down next to him.
"You want me to teach him how to cook?" he asked, puzzled.
So I recounted the cause, process, and outcome of this matter, while respecting the original text, with a few embellishments.
"Kurosawa Yu... is that the ultimate chef?" he asked, mimicking my tone.
"Yes, it's him." They didn't have much contact, but Shao Yuzhe's memory is really good.
"Oh, he gave you a bouquet of red roses back then, and I've always felt guilty about it, but now I'm relieved," he said with satisfaction.
...I retract my praise for him.
Normally, I should ask him why he came, but since he comes every day and there's nothing substantial to say, I've gotten used to it and have nothing to ask anymore.
"Hmm, I have something to do on Sunday, no problem, I'll just change it to Saturday then," he said, seemingly to himself.
"What?" I asked, puzzled.
"Are you free on Saturday?" he asked.
"There are no plans yet, why?"
"I'd like to invite you to dinner." He smiled and winked.
"Huh? What do you mean by treating me to a meal?" Does the fact that he cooks for me count as treating me to a meal?
"Please come to this restaurant at 6:30 pm, I'll treat you to dinner." He wrote it on a sticky note on my desk so I wouldn't forget.
"Why?" I was even more puzzled.
"I won't tell you yet, you'll find out when you get here." He ruffled my hair, clearly not intending to reveal any information.
"There's a conspiracy..." I frowned, protecting my hair that he had ruffled.
He looked determined not to say another word.
What could it be? I glanced at the sticky note on the table.
His handwriting is beautiful no matter when you look at it.
As the saying goes, curiosity can kill a cat. An often says that if I become curious about something, it's enough to annoy me to the point that a cat would kill me.
I think Shao Yuzhe will feel the same way in the coming week.
For the next week, I tried my best to get something out of him, but ultimately failed completely.
My approach to problem-solving is to start with the simple things and then gradually work my way up. So, my first thought was whether it was someone's birthday or some kind of anniversary. After making inquiries and verifying, I confirmed that it was indeed...
An ordinary Saturday.
Then I wondered if he was interested in that restaurant's signature dish, so I took the opportunity to casually bring it up while we were in the same elevator, but he said he had never been to that restaurant.
Then I thought about it again, maybe it was a class reunion or something.
The possibility is too low. If it were a class reunion, he wouldn't need to say "he treated me to dinner" without telling me why.
However, based on the principle of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," I still called An to verify the information. But apart from the result making her even more excited and curious than I was, and she kept asking me all sorts of questions for a long time, I didn't get any results.
Finally, I stubbornly kept circling around him, hoping to annoy him and make him tell me. But each time, he would just smile gently, and sometimes he would kiss me and feed me.
Still no results, but for some reason I still persevere in the last point.
What is it? What is it...?
Could it be that she has a new love interest...?
That's too fast.
No, try another one...
However, when it comes to my new love, the name Du Qingxue popped into my mind again. Although I really didn't expect things to turn out this way that day, for some reason, I feel guilty whenever I think of her. After that, apart from a few chance encounters that I cleverly avoided, I didn't have any contact with her. So, with my ostrich mentality, I comfortably forgot about her completely.
I remember An once said that my relationship might be too peaceful.
Could it be that the legendary "emotional turmoil" has finally arrived...?
To be honest, Shao Yuzhe hasn't mentioned it again since he said those things to me last time, and I, being such a low-key and good kid, haven't made any substantial contribution to the development of our relationship...
But then again, it seems like I didn't contribute anything from the beginning; I just wasted time on wild thoughts...
However, Shao Yuzhe hasn't shown any signs of impending trouble, so this assumption is too far-fetched...