Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 69: The Master is Talking to You
While I was going to the little house to look for tools, Mrs. Takeda changed into a new outfit?

Standard modern elite attire.

The white suit was tailored very nicely, and he wore a pair of black wide-leg pants.

The brown trench coat is from Burberry, but it doesn't have too many decorations.

She was dressed very simply and neatly, unlike Mrs. Takeda's usual flamboyant attire.

"When did you run outside?"

Ryukawa Toru thought about it while holding the mortar. Mrs. Takeda also wore a suit a few nights ago.

But it was black.

The woman looked around the courtyard, which seemed a bit shabby to her.

The sky and the earth were dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs.

There were several places where the wall plaster had peeled off, revealing the uneven stones inside.

"She was quite pretty last time I came here, has she become like this now?"

The woman frowned and turned her gaze to Ryuukawa Tetsu who was talking to her.

The boy was wearing a sweater and rolling up his sleeves. He didn't look unpleasant while working, but the frivolous look in his eyes made Takeda Shinki feel a little uncomfortable.

"Are you Ryukawa Tetsu?"

The woman spoke in a flat tone, put her hands in her pockets and took a few steps forward.

As soon as you step into the courtyard, you can see the green pomegranates, mulberry trees and grape vines in the garden.

One can imagine them flourishing in midsummer, but now they are drooping there listlessly, making the courtyard look a bit sparse and desolate.

"Master, you don't even call me anymore?"

Longchuan Che smiled and smashed the mortar hammer on the glutinous rice in the mortar.

The white glutinous rice is soaked a day in advance and then steamed for just over ten minutes.

Longchuan Che needs to crush the glutinous rice with force, beat it into a soft and sticky glutinous rice ball and then shape it.

"master?"

Hearing the boy's words, the woman raised her eyebrows. She looked around at Longchuan Che for a while, as if wondering why there was such a name.

Long Chuan Che was pounding the mortar, making a loud creaking sound, and did not hear the woman's doubts.

He hurriedly pounded the rice cake and then went back into the house to warm himself by the fire.

The wind at the end of the year swirled around the plum tree at the door of the house, and the faint fragrance of the flowers seemed to be thrown into the glutinous rice balls in front of people.

The woman in the white suit stood in the yard and watched, looking at Longchuan Che, then looking inside the house, as if she was hesitating whether to go in.

"What are you looking at? Come and help."

Seeing the other party standing there stupidly, Longchuan Che stopped and said.

Something like smashing rice cakes requires at least two people. Originally, he planned to ask Takeda Akane, but now that the maid is here, it saves the trouble.

Even after being scolded by Longchuan Che, the woman showed no sign of getting angry.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and slender hands, and walked to the mortar.

"How to help?"

The woman raised her eyebrows and smiled with interest. The glutinous rice was soft, white and very pleasing to the eye.

"Dip in water and turn over."

Longchuan Che pointed to the small basin of water next to him, and then pointed to the rice cake.

After the glutinous rice ball is formed, it needs to be turned over and over. Longchuan Che cannot do the work of two people alone, so someone needs to reach in and turn the glutinous rice over when he raises the hammer.

The mortar hit the glutinous rice with a grunting sound. Long Chuan Che's strength was not small. The woman just thought for a while and then wet her hands with water.

Glutinous rice sticks to your teeth and skin, and will become stringy if you don't get it wet.

Looking at the woman's brisk movements, Long Chuan Che laughed.

"Tsk, you've become braver."

In the past, Takeda Takako would not do this kind of work. Ryukawa Toru remembered that one year she tried it with great enthusiasm, but ended up hurting her hand. From then on, she would tremble whenever she saw a stone mortar.

This is also the reason why she asked Longchuan Che to smash the rice cakes.

The woman didn't say anything, but just stared at the chewy glutinous rice. Every time Long Chuan Che hit it until it shrank, the woman reached out and turned it over.

The movements are quick and smooth, without any unnecessary motions.

He is completely different from the clumsy person he used to be.

The sound of smashing rice cakes came from the courtyard, and then echoed in the valley. One sound, two sounds.

The same sound gradually came from next door.

Smashing rice cakes is a tradition at the end of the year, and the sound of mortars and hammers pounding dough can be heard from every household.

This is a tradition at the end of the year and the beginning of the new year.

"Ouch."

Watching 'Takako Takeda' wrap the glutinous rice ball in a wet cloth, Ryukawa Toru wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

To pound the glutinous rice into such a chewy and soft texture, if Longchuan Che was not young and strong, it would be very tiring for an ordinary person.

"Can't you just go take a shower?"

Seeing Longchuan Che wiping the sweat casually, the woman got goose bumps all over her body.

She has a serious obsession with cleanliness. If the mortar had not been cleaned very cleanly, she would never have done this.

At this time, Long Chuan Che's clothes were soaked with sweat, and his whole body was steaming with heat. He wiped the sweat on his sleeves carelessly, making him look a little sloppy.

"bath?"

Longchuan Che pulled the collar of his sweater, and a wisp of hot air came out from his collar.

"Sure, can you help me wash it?"

The cold wind in December made Lake Yamanaka a bit chilly.

The woman stared at Longchuan Che blankly as if she couldn't believe why he dared to say such a thing.

"You, what did you say?"

Takeda Shinki rubbed her ears, as if she doubted that she had not heard clearly.

Longchuan Che washed his face twice with the clean water in the basin, then looked up at her strangely.

"Help me wash it, it's not like I haven't washed it before."

Beads of sweat mixed with water gently slid down the boy's brow.

The woman walked up to Longchuan Che and looked at him with a very strange look.

"You're talking about your childhood, right? How old are you now? Do you still need someone to bathe you?"

The woman looked at Longchuan Che as if he was an idiot who couldn't take care of himself.

The mountain wind is cool and refreshing.

The sun was hanging high in the sky at noon, and if you opened your mouth you could exhale a long puff of white mist.

The water droplets on Longchuan Che's face gently slid down his collar.

He stood up slowly and looked at the woman in the white suit with strange eyes.

The strong smell of sweat is the smell that Takeda Maki hates the most.

"What are you talking about, ma'am?"

After looking at the other person for a few seconds, Longchuan Che revealed a somewhat strange smile.

The strong wind lifted the hem of her clothes.

Takeda Shinki instinctively sensed the danger and turned around to hide.

There was a "pop" sound.

After the sound of the gavel died down, loud hammering sounds were heard from the courtyard.

It was like someone was testing the quality of the chewy rice cake and touching the firm skin.

The tip of the buttocks swayed gently in the breeze, and its elasticity was better than that of the finest rice cake.

Longchuan Chegou grabbed twice with his paws and smiled frivolously in the woman's shocked eyes.

"Didn't I return it two days ago?"

"Ryukawa Tetsu!"

Before the boy could finish his words, a frightened voice was heard at the door of his house.

Takako Takeda, who looked exactly like the woman in the white suit, stood at the door with a white towel in her hand.

A naughty child at the door knocked down two bitter plums from the branches.

Takako Takeda looked at Ryukawa Toru's hand in horror.

He left a sweaty fingerprint on his tough sister.

(End of this chapter)