Ke Xue: My standards for dating are not problematic!

Chapter 34 Soul Juice, Poured On! (Please continue reading)

Steamed pork with pumpkin.

Hot and sour shredded potatoes.

Mapo tofu.

All alive.

Kitahara Natsumi brought out the last Mapo Tofu, added a bowl of rice to his plate, picked up a spoon and poured the soul-stirring Mapo Tofu sauce over the rice, then mixed it up.

And just like that, a bowl of delicious Mapo rice is ready.

Next, scoop a spoonful of rice, put the rice coated with tofu and broth into your mouth, and chew gently.

The moment it touches your mouth, it's hot, then numbing, and finally spicy, all mixed with the aroma of rice. The taste is simply divine.

Then take another bite of hot and sour shredded potatoes to reset the temperature in your mouth, then pick up a piece of pumpkin and steamed pork with rice flour to savor their sweetness, and eat them with Mapo rice.

I'm so satisfied, so incredibly satisfied.

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Just then, the cell phone on the table rang at an inopportune moment.

Kitahara Natsuhiro scooped up a spoonful of Mapo Tofu and put it in his mouth. He then picked up his phone and looked at the screen, which displayed the words "Huangzi".

"A text message from Akiko!"

With a few taps of my finger, a text message appeared before my eyes.

Have you eaten?

The text message contained only three simple words and a punctuation mark.

Looking at the contents, Kitahara Natsuyu checked the time again and found that it was already eight o'clock. A wicked smile appeared on his face.

"If she asks me if I've eaten at this time, then Akiko must be eating, most likely a bento box or something similar."

"If I took a picture of the food on this table and sent it to her, she'd probably be furious!"

It's a pity that mobile phones of this era can't take pictures, otherwise the effect would be outstanding.

But it doesn't matter, just type it in directly, and let Huangzi fill in the rest.

[I'm eating now. Dinner is steamed pork with pumpkin, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and Mapo tofu.]

Click, send, and then continue editing.

I bet you're having dinner right now, Akiko.

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Cup House Apartments.

Akiko Yonehara, who had just returned home, was eating a half-price fried chicken bento she had bought from a convenience store on the coffee table.

A little rice, a few pieces of fried chicken, and some pickled vegetables make up a complete fried chicken bento.

"so fast!"

Akiko Yonehara, with fried chicken in her mouth, put down her chopsticks and immediately turned on her phone.

Immediately, her expression changed. She glanced at her fried chicken bento and a can of beer, and began to fantasize about the delicious food. Her mouth watered along with the fried chicken.

Suck.

Suddenly, she felt melancholy, and even the fried chicken with teeth marks on the table tasted bland, like chewing wax.

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Just then, another text message arrived.

[I bet Akiko, you're having dinner right now, and it's a convenience store bento box, no less.]

Akiko Yonehara's face darkened when she saw the text message.

I can't cook, so I ate fried chicken bento from a convenience store. I'm really sorry!
Want to come to my house for dinner? I have lots of delicious food! Like steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, and roast chicken.

Snapped!
Akiko Yonehara slammed her phone on the table and took a deep breath: "I'm not listening! This is utter nonsense!"

"Going to your house? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

She felt that if she went to Kitahara Natsuyu's house today, she would definitely be late for work tomorrow.

Besides, she has classes in the morning and can't be late.

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Another text message came in.

Akiko Yonehara looked at her vibrating phone, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the text message.

This time, the text message wasn't about the name of a dish, but rather a serious question.

How's the matter going?

Seeing the text message, Akiko Yonehara breathed a sigh of relief. She was genuinely worried that Natsuhiro Kitahara would continue to tempt her with food. If that continued, she might lose control.

After all, Kitahara Natsuhiro's cooking is really delicious, and he's delicious too!

I've found out; they're going to a cocktail bar this weekend.

Driven by a desire for revenge, she befriended Kohei Shimoda, Ryuichi Sakai, and Daisuke Sugiyama, which allowed her to easily find out all this information without them suspecting anything.

They also asked Akiko Yonehara if she wanted to go, but she refused outright.

In the past, she would have gone over and tried to get some information out of them.

Now that Kitahara Natsuhiro is helping her, she doesn't need to do that anymore.

Hypnosis solves everything.

Now that we know their whereabouts, the rest is easy.

Once they're drunk, put them in sacks and beat them with sticks.

This is a privilege usually reserved for Conan; they're getting off easy.

Conan: What's your status compared to mine? How come you get the same treatment as me?!
That's good. Let me know when the time comes. One last question: are you really not coming to my house?

【Don’t go! 】

Akiko Yonehara replied to the text message and then tossed her phone onto the sofa.

Out of sight out of mind.

That way it won't affect her cooking.

However, due to the shock of Kitahara Natsuyu reciting the names of the dishes, she now finds eating fried chicken tasteless, like chewing wax, and eating has become a torment.

"Hmph! I'll make you pay next time!"

Akiko Yonehara made a deep note of Kitahara Natsuhiro in her mental notebook.

Kitahara Natsuhiro looked at the last text message from Yonehara Akiko, smiled, put down his phone, and didn't send any more messages.

It's okay to be a little mischievous, but if you keep being mischievous, you'll get beaten up next time you meet.

suddenly
Kitahara Natsuhiro's ears twitched as footsteps approached from nearby.

"Strange, who's on this floor so late?"

He lived on the 25th floor of the Beika Apartment building. There were only two households on that floor: him and Yoko Okino. However, Yoko Okino was often not home.

The remaining houses are unoccupied, and no one has been notified that they want to move in.

But the footsteps outside were clearly not those of Yoko Okino.

Yoko Okino's footsteps weren't that heavy; they sounded more like a man's footsteps.

"Could it be a thief?!"

Kitahara Natsuyu frowned, put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and went to the door, intending to peek through the peephole to see who was outside.

He could be a die-hard fan of Yoko Okino, or he could be a thief.

Seeing that no one was home at Yoko Okino's house, they came over to steal it.

After all, this is a luxury apartment building, and the people who live here are all wealthy.

"Hmm? Wearing a mask and hat, he doesn't look like a good person!"

Kitahara Natsuhiro saw a man pacing back and forth in the corridor through the peephole.

The man was wearing a dark coat, a mask, and a hat, so his face was not clearly visible.

dong dong!

Just then, a man wearing a mask and hat suddenly knocked on Yoko Okino's door and whispered something.

"Yoko, you despicable woman!"

"After dumping me, you've been avoiding me. Don't let me find you, or else... or else..."

Fujie Akiyoshi couldn't finish his sentence. He stared at the gate of Okino Yoko's house, then hunched over and left.

Kitahara Natsuhiro overheard Fujie Akiyoshi's monologue.

"I remember that in the original story, Yoko Okino did have an ex-boyfriend!"

"But her manager ruined it." Kitahara Natsuyu muttered, stroking his chin. "If this man finds out, then that manager is asking for trouble!"

(End of this chapter)