Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Chapter 67 Vision
Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Watanabe Yu took out the pork belly from the refrigerator and cut the meat into 2 cm square pieces with a knife.

In fact, theoretically speaking, to make the authentic sweet and sour braised pork, the meat should be cut into large pieces of 4cm square.

But considering the acceptance level of a certain young lady, he could only do localization.

Then, he put one hundred grams of rock sugar into a small pot filled with a small amount of water, turned on the stove, turned it to medium heat, and started heating.

This sweet braised pork is delicious, fatty but not greasy, and goes well with rice.

But compared to home-cooked dishes, the overall steps of this dish and the control of the heat are still more difficult.

Just like every right decision in life.

but……

Watanabe Yu glanced at the apron he was wearing and chuckled for no apparent reason.

This is probably the awakening of the Sichuan-Chongqing bloodline.

Also good.

Just like what his friend once joked about.

A man who can cook can live a romantic life.

Without exaggerating, with his current cooking skills, if he returns to his hometown, he will at least be the second in command in the kitchen for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

It is a direct upgrade from a stove worker.

Shaking his head, he hummed Jay Chou's "Seven Miles of Fragrance"

With the company of the delightful sparrow, he continued to process other ingredients.

This is the disadvantage of having only one gas stove.

While cooking, he couldn't start preparing other dishes at the same time. The most he could do was prepare some ingredients in advance.

Especially after touring the big house today.

This feeling is even deeper.

Normally when I eat by myself, cooking one or two simple dishes is no big deal, but when I add a little talent and make it a little more difficult, my overall efficiency drops all of a sudden.

But there is really no need to worry too much.

After all, neither he nor the Saint Lady were hungry yet.

Buzz. Buzz.

Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

After thinking for a while, he put down the kitchen knife, wiped his hands casually on his apron, and took out his mobile phone to look at it.

That's a line message.

The sender is Ryoko Hamabe.

【Have you got a meal yet? 】

The sophomore asked.

Watanabe Yu thought about it, took a photo and sent it back.

[In progress]

The message will be displayed as read in seconds.

After about six seconds of silence, a new message came in.

【This is? 】

On the other side of the phone.

Sitting beside the hospital bed, Ryoko Hamabe looked at the picture displayed on the screen with a look of curiosity.

Well, she recognized the pot and the things being heated inside, but she had no idea what it was doing.

He is like a treasure trove.

He would always inadvertently take out some 'treasures' that she was completely unfamiliar with, which would firmly attract her attention.

【Preparation for the Sweet Red Roast Pork】

Looking at this line of text, there was a sudden hint of anticipation in Hamabe Ryoko's eyes.

She keenly grasped the key words in this sentence.

Sweet, meaty.

For no reason, she thought of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that day.

【Can you teach me? 】

Subconsciously, she typed out this line of words and clicked send.

Yes, he has to stay with his grandmother on Saturdays and weekends, so she won’t have the chance to learn in the short term.

But it's always good to lay the groundwork.

When things here come to an end, she will have more time and be more proactive in contacting him than she is now.

[Of course. But I still suggest you learn how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes before considering this dish.]

To cook, you must first learn the basics.

It's difficult from the beginning, and most of the time it will make people dizzy.

It's like a useless person who comes up and attacks the tree guard. If you don't get hurt, then who will?

[Okay, I'll listen to Mr. Watanabe (#^.^#)] Hamabe Ryoko thought about it, glanced at her sleeping grandmother, stepped back cautiously, typed a line of words, and sent it.

【Are you busy from Monday to Friday? 】

【Why do you ask this suddenly? 】

[I mean, if you are busy, I can make your lunch for you, like I did that day]

The message appears as read.

Hamabe Ryoko felt her face getting hot.

[Thank you for your kindness, but most of the time, I can handle it myself]

Watanabe Yu took a look at the water that had turned amber, took out the mineral water beside him, and added more than 200 ml of it.

Next, just cook until the rock sugar melts.

【Okay (aggrieved cat head.jpg)】

[Of course, there will be times when I can’t handle it. When that happens, I’ll leave it to you.]

Watanabe Yu thought about it and added this sentence.

We can't not let her express her gratitude, right?
The message will soon appear as read.

[Then please don’t have any psychological burden at that time, just tell me]

[Yes, I will cook first]

【it is good】

Watanabe Yu put away his phone, put the cooked caramel water aside, and started the next step.

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in the bathroom.

The saint lady was soaking in the small bathtub with her mouth buried in the water.

Like a child, he blew bubbles.

While there, she couldn't do this even if she was the only one in the bathtub from beginning to end.

but……

Here, she can do so without any psychological burden.

Just like Watanabe Yu's natural attitude towards her from beginning to end.

In front of Mr. Troll, she is not the eldest daughter of the Amemiya family, nor is she the Amemiya Ayana who has a lot of burdens.

She was just the "Saint Lady" in his mouth.

That's it.

The Saint Lady hugged her legs, raised her head, and looked at the warm light in the bathroom.

Under the cover of mist, the warm light inexplicably adds a bit of haziness.

The result was just as he said on Line, everything got better and better.

Just ...

She frowned, it seemed like more and more people were liking him.

When she entered the entrance hall, opened the shoe cabinet and took out her slippers, she noticed that the pair of slippers she was wearing had not changed its position.

As for the new pair of slippers she bought, they were unpacked.

Of course, she was not surprised by this result.

She knew it was inevitable.

It is very difficult to make a piece of rare jade stop shining.

But these are not problems.

The Saint Lady's tightly furrowed brows naturally relaxed, her body leaned back slightly, and she leaned back relaxedly on the edge of the bathtub.

The snow-white arms were placed on both sides of the bathtub.

In the hazy mist, the fair and pink skin looks even more delicate and tender.

She knew Mr. Troll's character.

Understand that he is a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty.

I have more confidence in every aspect of myself.

So what's there to be nervous about?
The corners of the Saint Lady's lips slightly raised, outlining a bright arc.

Not only should she help him with the favors he asked for, but she should also be honest about how much effort she had put in and ask for "rewards" from him in an open and aboveboard manner.

She believed that he had enough vision to understand who was the best match for him.

Besides, they still have plenty of time, so why rush?

Anyway...

The more you owe me, the harder it is to forget me.

Is not it?
Dear, troll, sir.

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