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Chapter 217 You Make Me Itchy

Tachibana Miyuki blushed, suppressed her embarrassment and raised her voice to scold, "That's enough, Natsume Yuikawa, I'm going to start pouring the oil, if you keep messing around like this, be careful to get burned by the splashing oil."

When Natsume Weichuan heard this, he felt a little aggrieved.

I do have other ideas, but haven’t they been implemented yet?

If there is anything wrong, it is obviously the fault of your supermodel body.

Natsume Yuikawa did not listen to Tachibana Miyuki's words and continued to lean forward. Noticing that the latter struggled slightly, he explained:

"Sister Miyuki, I don't want this to happen either, but don't you realize that if I look down from my perspective, you'll block my view and I won't be able to see what's below at all?"

"Don't say that word!"

Tachibana Miyuki gave a warning that seemed excessive, then looked cautiously in the direction of the kitchen door and reached out to turn on the fume purifier.

The whistling sound of the wind was enough to cover up the sound of their conversation.

He heaved a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to the conversation with Natsume Yuikawa. Tachibana Miyuki blushed and rolled her eyes at him unhappily, "You know it's in the way now, but aren't you the one who likes it the most?"

"Haha."

Natsume Weichuan chuckled, but did not deny what Tachibana Miyuki said. He placed his palm on the back of Tachibana Miyuki's hand again. The delicate touch of her skin made him feel comfortable from the bottom of his heart.

"These are not important. Don't I understand everything now? Sister Miyuki, the pan is hot, it's time to put the vegetables in and start stir-frying." Natsume Yuikawa reminded Tachibana Miyuki in her ear.

"Humph, I see that you not only understand it, but you can actually cook, but you are pretending not to know how to cook so that I can teach you."

Tachibana Miyuki wanted to roll her eyes at Natsume Yuikawa again, but it seemed like she had already done it many times today. Just as she was about to do this, she felt like she was going to get a cramp, so she had to stop.

Back to reality, in front of her was Natsume Yuikawa's half-smiley face. Tachibana Miyuki's teeth itched, and she glared at him fiercely, scolding him: "You are just a bad boy who knows how to be clever. I don't bother to pay attention to you."

After saying that, he turned around, raised his hand to pick up the ingredients that he had prepared earlier, and put them into the pot one by one to fill the bottom of the pot.

The temperature of the pot has reached boiling point. As soon as the fresh vegetables are put into the pot, they start to sizzle. White steam rises up and is finally blown away by the oil fume purifier.

When it comes to the important stage of cooking, there will be many safety hazards if you move around. Natsume Yuikawa is aware of this, so he keeps a relaxed posture to ensure that Tachibana Miyuki can move freely without hindrance.

Having had a rare moment of peace, Tachibana Miyuki felt a little relieved. She thought to herself that although Natsume Yuikawa was a little naughty, he could at least distinguish priorities.

However, even though Natsume Weichuan left her plenty of space to move around, some friction was inevitable during the process. In the early summer, the clothes she wore were not very thick, so every time they passed by each other, she felt like an electric shock.

It was bearable at first, but since these feelings dissipated faster than they were replenished, a considerable part of them ended up settling in my heart.

Over time, it has become an itch that goes straight to the heart, and even Tachibana Miyuki may not have noticed that her breathing frequency has become much heavier without her noticing.

As the one who is in a more active position, Natsume Yuikawa can still maintain a relatively calm attitude for now, so he is well aware of all the changes in Tachibana Miyuki. He lowered his head, looking past the long brown hair, and his sight was on Tachibana Miyuki's rosy skin.

Not only did she look more alluring, but perhaps because of her arousal, Tachibana Miyuki also exuded a faint fragrance. As soon as Natsume Yuikawa touched her, he couldn't help but take a deep sniff.

Tachibana Miyuki subconsciously shrank her neck. Because of the busy cooking process, she said lazily in her voice: "Natsume, can you breathe a little further away from me? You're making me itchy."

"is it?"

Upon hearing this, Natsume Weichuan moved closer, and after earning a reproachful look from the latter, he playfully distanced himself and walked to a position side by side with Tachibana Miyuki. He looked at the hot dishes that were beginning to emit an aromatic aroma, took a sniff, and his facial features relaxed.

"It smells so good. Well, I mean the dishes cooked by Sister Miyuki smell very good." After Natsume Weichuan finished speaking, he added.

"The second half of the sentence is superfluous. Don't worry, I didn't misunderstand!"

Because she had been suppressing the uncomfortable feeling, Tachibana Miyuki's voice trembled slightly, and even broke a little at the end.

"Yes, after all, the latter is an indisputable fact, but the food cooked by Sister Miyuki is still an unknown area for me."

Natsume Yuikawa nodded as if he understood deeply.

Tachibana Miyuki didn't think anything of it at first, until she took the pot off the stove and prepared to replace it with the soup pot to cook porridge, she suddenly reacted and turned back in shame and anger and retorted:

"When you say unknown territory, do you mean I'm already known to you?"

He's just a kid who hasn't even grown all his teeth yet, how dare he say anything?

Hearing this, Natsume Yuikawa almost told the actual progress directly, but when he opened his mouth, he remembered that he would definitely be blamed by the angry Tachibana Miyuki, so he coughed and changed his words midway:

"Ahem, I mean, I've known Sister Miyuki for so long, but this is the first time I get the chance to try your cooking."

After hearing this, Tachibana Miyuki didn't say anything. She chose to pick up the pot and add water, no longer looking at Natsume Yuikawa.

She was just angry for a moment. In fact, she has already started to regret it.

What's the point of competing with Natsume Yuikawa about this? If you really want to see who's better, there's always a chance.

The most urgent task now is to prepare this dinner. Although she has cooked for Natsume Saki before, in Tachibana Miyuki's subconscious mind, today's dinner is special.

After all, this is the first meal since there has been progress with Natsume Yuikawa. In other words, this dinner is like meeting the parents in advance.

There is a high probability that Natsume Saki will oppose our relationship now, but I can start to subtly refresh the impression I make in front of her. The first step is to capture her stomach.

When Natsume Saki gets greedy, even if the news is exposed, she will have to weigh this point to some extent.

Tachibana Miyuki thought to herself and became more serious. She must try her best to make this meal the best!
Natsume Yuikawa doesn't have as many concerns as Tachibana Miyuki. After all, as a young generation, when it comes to major events, they never feel that others can force them to make a choice that they are not happy with, especially when it comes to their demands on their significant other.

Watching quietly at the side, waiting for the water in the pot to boil and the soup ingredients to be put in, knowing that the next period of time would become a long wait, Natsume Weichuan's mind began to become active.

"Well, now we just have to wait."

Tachibana Miyuki clapped her hands, then raised her arms and stretched on the spot. Her sore body made occasional muffled sounds from the joints being squeezed.

Natsume Weichuan heard everything nearby, so he stepped forward and said:

"Sister Miyuki, you've been really busy today. You played with me at the amusement park all day, and then worked hard to make dinner at night. Only now can you relax for a short while. Come, let me serve you well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Natsume Weichuan placed his palms on Tachibana Miyuki's shoulders and kneaded them gently. It was not known whether it was painful or comfortable, but the latter let out a hissing sound in her throat.

"Look, your shoulders are so stiff. It really needs care. Sister Miyuki, if you feel there is anything that I haven't taken care of during the process, just tell me directly." Natsume Weichuan said as he continued the activity.

"I feel uncomfortable around my neck, please help me."

Tachibana Miyuki no longer felt shy and resistant as she did at the beginning regarding Natsume Yuikawa's service, and accepted it calmly.

After realizing that Natsume Yuikawa immediately did as she was told, the sounds made by Tachibana Miyuki became more obvious. The comfortable feeling made her whole body go soft as if she had no strength left.

There were no chairs in the kitchen. In order to relax more thoroughly, Tachibana Miyuki leaned her whole body weight on Natsume Yuikawa and slowly closed her eyes.

"Natsume, let me rest against you for a while."

"Well, it's okay to sleep if you want to. I'll help watch over the porridge that's cooking."

Natsume Yuikawa had watched Tsuki Maying cook at home more than once or twice, so he knew exactly when the porridge would be ready, so he simply took it over.

He was now doing three things at once. The first was definitely giving Miyuki Tachibana a massage, the second was watching the pot, and the third was enjoying Miyuki Tachibana's graceful figure.

It was different from when she held Tachibana Miyuki's hand and followed her in cooking just now. At that time, Tachibana Miyuki was worried about safety issues, so she was very restrained during the process, and even her muscles were tense.

Now, she had completely given her full weight to him, and the softness reminded Natsume Weichuan of the cotton candy he had eaten during the day. What made him even more excited was that Tachibana Miyuki would occasionally respond with a soft cry as his hands moved. Each cry was like a battle song that encouraged Natsume Weichuan to move forward, turning this exhausting activity into a rare experience.

However, at some point, this exciting sound stopped. Natsume Yuikawa looked closer in confusion, but the first thing he heard was the even and steady breathing of Tachibana Miyuki.

Looking again, I saw that her eyes were indeed closed, and her long eyelashes occasionally fluttered like butterfly wings.

It seems that I am really tired today, Natsume Weichuan thought to himself.

But compared to being tired from the busy work, today is completely a relaxing day after releasing the stress.

Look, Miyuki Tachibana is sleeping like a child.

Natsume Weichuan stretched out his fingers and gently teased Tachibana Miyuki's round lips twice.

bo~bo~
It was such a cute and childish sound that Natsume Yuikawa couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, what are you doing~"

As if affected by the outside sounds, Tachibana Miyuki moved uneasily, but this time her murmurs were very gentle.

Natsume Weichuan quickly raised his hand and patted Tachibana Miyuki's back soothingly. This prevented the latter from completely waking up. She only moved her lips and hummed softly:

"Weichuan, you're going to swell me to death."

"?"

A big question mark floated above Natsume Weichuan's head. After realizing that the sound he just heard was not an illusion but reality, a strange look appeared on his face.

This surprise made her stop the movement of her hands. Without any comfort, Tachibana Miyuki's head sank, then suddenly lifted up. Her misty eyes slowly opened, and when she found that Natsume Yuikawa was staring at her, she was stunned for a while, and then a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is dinner ready?"

Tachibana Miyuki pretended to be calm as she fixed her hair and asked with an evasive look.

Natsume Weichuan glanced at the boiling soup pot and said calmly, "We should wait about five more minutes, no rush."

After saying that, he turned around and continued to look at Tachibana Miyuki, and asked curiously: "Miyuki, you were talking in your sleep just now. 'I'm so bloated' should be this sentence. What sweet dream were you having?"

"Yes, yes?"

Tachibana Miyuki never looked directly at Natsume Yuikawa. She answered vaguely, "Who would remember what happened in a dream after waking up? You dream about what you think about during the day. I guess I was cooking just now, and I thought about eating too much at dinner time?"

"Is it really?"

There was suspicion in Natsume Yuikawa's eyes.

"What else can we do?"

Tachibana Miyuki pretended to be angry, pushed Natsume Yuikawa away, walked to the soup pot and said, "If you wait any longer, it will be overcooked. Don't say anything. I'm going to serve it."

"Let me do it, be careful with the heat."

Natsume Weichuan knew that she was trying to change the subject, but at this point, all he could say was that her conspiracy was successful.

Although Tachibana Miyuki arrived earlier, she stopped after hearing what Natsume Yuikawa said.

It wasn't because she was too lazy to give this job to Natsume Yuikawa, but because she knew that this soup pot full of boiling soup was not a souvenir that could be passed around, so in order to avoid safety accidents, the best way was to give it directly to him.

Natsume Yuikawa grabbed the towel, wrapped the handle and carefully took the pot down. According to the time Mochizuki Maaya usually takes to cook porridge, he would indeed have to wait for some more time. However, there was a difference here from Tachibana Miyuki's approach. Perhaps it was because everyone had different habits.

It’s hard to say which one is correct, so I’ll just wait until I eat it later to make my judgment.

Tachibana Miyuki's heart started pounding as she looked at the prepared meal. She wasn't nervous when she was cooking, but now that the meal was about to start, she felt like a student rushing to an examination hall.

"Shall we help serve it up now?" Natsume Weichuan was still as calm and composed as usual.

"Wait a minute."

Tachibana Miyuki hesitated for a while, then said to Natsume Yuikawa, "Go get me some fruit from the refrigerator outside, and I'll make some appetizing desserts."

"Do we need to do this?" Natsume Weichuan asked in confusion.

"Just go when I tell you to. Who among us knows how to cook?" Tachibana Miyuki urged with a stern face.

"I just asked, I didn't say I wouldn't go." Natsume Weichuan immediately opened the kitchen door and walked out.

"Humph, this brat doesn't understand anything."

Tachibana Miyuki stared at Natsume Yuikawa's back and muttered unhappily, "This is the first meal I'm having with Natsume Yuikawa and his family. Is it possible not to take it more seriously?"

Natsume Yuikawa walked out of the kitchen and saw Natsume Saki sitting on the sofa in the living room looking at her phone. He reminded her, "Mom, sit up straighter when you look at your phone. If you keep doing this, not only will you become nearsighted, but you will also have a hunched back and it won't look good."

"You don't have to say the second half of the sentence."

Natsume Saki stood up and put her phone aside. She found that Natsume Yuikawa was looking for something in the refrigerator, so she asked in confusion:
"Is dinner not ready yet? She used to cook by herself and it should be ready by now, but now there are two of you. Are you the only one causing trouble for your sister Miyuki?"

"Where is it?"

Natsume Yuikawa took out the fruit as Tachibana Miyuki instructed, closed the refrigerator door again, and explained: "This is because it's our first time eating together, so we wanted to prepare it better."

"Got it. Go ahead and call me for help if you need anything. It's so boring being here alone, and I can only play with my phone, right?" Natsume Saki's voice gradually lowered as she picked up her phone again.

After seeing this, Natsume Weichuan wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his lips, he felt that the scene looked familiar.

Isn't this the scene where she often nagged me when I was a child? Now it's the other way around.

He walked into the kitchen with a smile, where Tachibana Miyuki was plating dishes. She reheated the dishes that she had fried earlier, filling the kitchen with the aroma of various foods.

Seeing this, Natsume Weichuan closed the kitchen door and praised with a smile: "It smells so good, and it's my mother's favorite dish. She will definitely be very happy later."

"Yes, she will definitely be very happy."

Tachibana Miyuki repeated it, her face already drooping in embarrassment.

In this way, we can say that it is progressing smoothly, right?
Because he was blocked by the white hot steam coming out of the food, Natsume Yuikawa didn't notice Tachibana Miyuki's specific expression, but he noticed her exquisite figure. He put the fruit he brought aside and put his hands over.

"What are you doing? I haven't even started making the platter yet."

At first, Tachibana Miyuki thought that Natsume Yuikawa wanted to cook with her like she did before, so she couldn't help but speak out.

"No, this time I just want to be closer to you, Sister Miyuki."

After Natsume Weichuan finished speaking, he gently bit Tachibana Miyuki's red earlobe and held her waist tightly with both hands, completely blocking any possibility of escape.

"Your mother is still waiting outside. Now is not the time to do this." Tachibana Miyuki reminded in a panic.

"It's okay. She's engrossed in her phone right now, and I didn't say what I was going to do."

Natsume Weichuan's palm slowly slid down and attached itself to the two plump and perky petals. He squeezed them with a little force and said jokingly, "Sister Miyuki, why do you always think of these first?"

(End of this chapter)