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Chapter 131 Satsuma Potato, Persimmon, and Fiancé
In home economics class on Saturday morning, Jun Matsueda looked at the Satsuma potatoes in the oven, and the sugar juice had already broken through the skin and flowed out.

In the Neon [Autumn Taste Popularity Ranking], Satsuma taro always ranks first.

The so-called Satsuma taro is sweet potato. The first place where sweet potatoes were grown in Japan was Satsuma Domain during the Edo period, hence the name.

Sakamuro Ken and Suyama's nostrils twitched slightly, and they could already smell a sweet scent in the air.

"It's definitely easier to grill it." Sakamuro Ken swallowed his saliva.

Autumn is the season for sweet potatoes, and the theme of today’s home economics class is sweet potato cooking.

In order to save trouble, Jun Matsueda's group chose to roast the sweet potatoes. Next door, Tomoka Tomatsu was peeling and mashing the cooked sweet potatoes. They were going to make a mashed sweet potato salad.

When I opened the oven, the sweet smell hit me like a summer heat wave, and the students around me all came over.

Jun Matsueda put on thick gloves, grabbed the tray with both hands and placed it on the table.

Just as Ken Sakamuro and Suyama were about to take action, the other groups started shouting.

"Sakamuro, give us some too!"

"I want to eat, too!"

There are various kinds of sweet potatoes in the home economics class. The ones that Jun Matsueda and his classmates picked out are the most suitable for baking, and it is said that the sugar content can reach 60%.

Knives, forks and plates were brought, and Jun Matsueda watched from outside the crowd as everyone divided up the red treasure that was dripping with honey.

Someone poked him on the back, and when Jun Matsueda turned around, it was Tomatsu Touka who was smiling.

"I want to trade the mashed sweet potato salad with Matsueda-san for some roasted sweet potatoes." The girl stuck out her tongue, and the rosy tip of her tongue looked even sweeter than the soft and sticky potato core.

Matsueda Jun returned to his group and looked. There were still three roasted sweet potatoes left on the tray. He picked a larger one, cut it in half with a knife, and put one half on a plate for Tomatsu Tomoka, who didn't have a great taste for sweets.

"Thank you, Matsueda." She took the roasted sweet potato and brought a small bowl of something like mashed potatoes and a plate of cold sweet potato leaves.

Jun Matsueda returned to his seat and began to taste half a roasted sweet potato, sweet potato puree and sweet potato leaves.

"So sweet." Both roasted sweet potatoes and mashed sweet potatoes are very sweet. Japanese people like to cultivate things with high sugar content.

To get rid of the greasiness, he ate a few more mouthfuls of cold-mixed sweet potato leaves. It had a very refreshing taste and was surprisingly good.

"How does it taste? I carefully controlled the baking temperature and time. It must be delicious, right?" Sushan came over proudly.

"It doesn't taste as good as the leaves."

At 12:50, after school, Kurusu Yoshi was lying on the sofa in the living room, Mochizuki Haruka was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and Matsueda Jun had the illusion that he was surrounded by useless people.

"Are you back?" the girl on the sofa asked lazily. She was not going to work today.

Jun Matsueda didn't answer, but walked to the sofa, took out a persimmon from the plastic bag and placed it in front of her.

The girl's nose twitched and she opened her eyes. "Where did the persimmons come from?"

"The maid next door gave it to me."

The head maid is now temporarily living in room 506 next door. She wants to take care of her eldest daughter's daily life, although Mochizuki Haruka doesn't want her to do so.

Jun Matsueda took the persimmons to the kitchen to wash them, put them on two plates, placed one in the living room, and brought the other into the bedroom and placed it on the bedside table.

"Your maid brought it." He took out an orange-red persimmon and placed it in front of the girl.

Haruka Mochizuki stared at the label on the persimmons: Produced in Wakayama, Kinokawa persimmons.

It seemed that she had no intention of eating, so Matsueda Jun took a bite of the persimmon.

“It’s actually black?”

He observed the persimmon flesh. Under the thin orange-red skin was a full layer of black flesh, which was sticky and crispy, and surprisingly delicious.

Seeing Matsueda Jun enjoying the food with relish, Mochizuki Haruka moved closer to him again.

"There are some on the plate, help yourself, don't eat in bed." He moved the persimmon in his hand away so she couldn't reach it. The girl could only stare at him blankly. Matsueda Jun slowly finished the persimmon in his hand, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then returned to the bedroom, picking up Mochizuki Haruka and placing her on the desk.

He also brought the persimmons to the desk and said, "Eat them yourself. I need to clean the bedroom."

"It's already been cleaned." She didn't look at the dishes, but looked at him eagerly.

Jun Matsueda raised his head and found that the two black spots on the ceiling had indeed disappeared. He touched the windowsill again and there was no dust on his fingers.

Mochizuki Haruka is not the Snail Girl and will not clean the room for him. It seems that the head maid does it. After all, this is her job.

Jun Matsueda sat on another chair next to the desk. He opened the book with his right hand and picked up a persimmon with his left hand and put it to the girl's mouth.

"For your maid's sake."

The girl's white teeth bit through the thin skin of the black persimmon, and a drop of sweet juice oozed out, sliding across the curved surface and wetting his fingertips.

Jun Matsueda was reading "Botany Experiment Guide" when he suddenly felt something wet, hot and sticky wrapped around his fingers.

He subconsciously shook his hand, but it didn't move. Matsueda Jun turned around and found that Mochizuki Haruka was holding his wrists with both hands and licking the persimmon juice left on his fingers with her tongue.

He broke free from the girl's restraints and left his position. The girl stared at him with lingering interest.

"If you haven't had enough, there's more on the plate. Can you please stop licking my hand?"

Mochizuki Haruka stuck out her tongue and licked the juice from the corner of her mouth, as if she was savoring the taste of persimmons.

Jun Matsueda smeared the girl's face with his hands covered in saliva and persimmon juice, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

The cold water washed away the stickiness on his hands. He raised his head and saw Lai Qi Yangshi walked in.

Jun Matsueda walked out of the bathroom. He thought the girl was going to the toilet, but Kurusu Yoshi blocked his way with his cell phone.

"Matsuzhi, are you free recently?"

"You're not going to terminate your contract with the company again, are you?" he asked subconsciously.

"How is that possible!" The girl pouted, "I have something to talk to you about."

"It's my agent. She wants to meet you."

"What's your agent's name?"

The girl reported a name, and Matsueda Jun recalled that this person was not among the scouts' business cards he had received.

"I don't seem to have any contact with her. What does she want from me?"

He walked into the living room and sat down at the dining table. There were already a few fewer persimmons on the plate.

Kurusu Yoshi wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "I told her I was living with you, and she was worried, so she said she wanted to meet you."

In fact, the agent suggested that she live in the company's artist dormitory, but the girl refused.

Jun Matsueda thought about it and realized that it was normal for the agent to be worried since his artist was sharing a house with a young man.

"Did she say when to meet?"

The girl took out her cell phone to send a message. She typed so fast that her fingers left afterimages.

"As long as you're free."

"Then this afternoon?" When faced with unknown things, Jun Matsueda's habit is to solve them as soon as possible.

So, at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, at the busiest intersection in Shibuya, Jun Matsueda sat in a high-end cafe, looking at the woman in front of him.

Kurusu Yoshi sat next to him, and the agent sat opposite them. Her suit and skirt had not a single wrinkle, and her face did not look good.

"Are you my fiancé in the world of the living?" the woman asked with a frown.

(End of this chapter)