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114. Minamoto no Yorimitsu: I am also part of breakfast (4,000-word chapter)

You were taken back to Heian-kyo, which was planned according to the traditional house system, by Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

This is an urban planning system that draws inspiration from the neighborhood system.

Several pre-planned roads crisscross the area, dividing Kyoto into numerous "sho" (towns) and "wards" (neighborhoods).

[The Minamoto clan, to which Minamoto no Yorimitsu belonged, owned a residence located in Ichijo, Ukyo, Heian-kyo.]

This is quite close to the Imperial Palace.

You realize that the Genji clan's status in Kyoto is indeed extraordinary.

You have been settled in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's residence.

That's near her dorm room.

On the surface, however, she still maintains great respect for you.

In the corridor of the mansion.

In the light of an oil lamp, a servant was speaking respectfully with Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"Miss Raikou, are you sure you want to cook for that Onmyoji yourself?"

"Correct."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu stared directly at the servant before him.

Do you have any opinions to share?

"I have no objection."

Seeing this, the servant quickly began to explain, fearing that the young lady in front of him would be angry.

"But I have never seen you treat someone with such care before, Miss."

"And the master..."

"..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu remained silent for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"That's none of your business."

"I have my reasons for doing this."

"Just do as I say, the rest is none of your business."

Although still puzzled, the servant knew he couldn't tell Minamoto no Yorimitsu what to do, so he nodded sensibly and quickly left.

As he watched the servant's departing figure, Minamoto no Yorimitsu revealed a subtle smile.

She knew that there couldn't possibly be another person in Heian-kyo who could prepare breakfast for her master.

because--

I am also part of breakfast.

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu began to work in the kitchen.]

Although cooking is an extremely time-consuming and laborious activity.

However, if anyone were to see Minamoto no Yorimitsu at this moment, they would have absolutely no doubt that she was already completely immersed in it.

She had prepared breakfast and placed two strands of rice rope on the tray.

She arrived at the door of your Japanese-style room.

Tread-tap-

The sound of a woman's footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Ian turned around and saw a graceful figure on the shoji screen.

"Master, may I come in now?"

It was Minamoto no Yorimitsu's voice.

Only she would refer to herself that way.

“No problem,” Ian replied without hesitation.

brush brush --

The shoji door was carefully pushed open.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu appeared there, carrying the prepared food.

She looked at the man in front of her, and her purple eyes softened.

She said:

"Master, I've kept you waiting."

With a whoosh.

The shoji doors were closed again, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu entered the enclosed room.

"Master, please try what I made today while it's still hot."

"..."

Ian did not respond, but simply nodded silently.

You began to savor Minamoto no Yorimitsu's cooking in front of her.

[I must say, the food tastes as good as ever.]

If you hadn't witnessed her brandishing a knife, you'd probably think she would have been a virtuous and gentle wife.

[The bravery of a martial artist and the gentleness of a woman were thus skillfully combined in her.]

Praise is praise.

Ian still managed to detect the unusual taste in today's dishes.

That is the rich and thick flavor.

Every dish had an overly rich flavor.

On the surface, it may seem like there's nothing wrong, but once you take a bite, you'll know it's not a very pleasant experience.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu wouldn't make such a basic mistake—because it would make people thirsty.

Ian realized that she might have done it on purpose.

"Lai Guang, today's dishes seem a bit special."

Is there anything else you haven't shown me?

"Do not."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook his head.

"Master, everything I wanted to serve is here."

"..."

Ian could naturally hear the hidden implication in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's words.

He quickly noticed the rice ropes on the tray.

The great Onmyoji realized something.

"Lai Guang, are you trying to say that you're also part of the 'cooking'?"

"Master, you've found out."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu stared directly at Ian in front of him.

There was a hint of joy in those purple eyes, a joy at being understood.

"To be precise, I am now the key to giving these dishes their due recognition."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu touched the collar of his kimono.

"so--"

"Please, Master, don't hesitate to give me your guidance and let me taste my last creation."

Ian did not respond.

But he did feel that leaving Minamoto no Yorimitsu hanging like this wasn't a good idea—especially since she had prepared so many things.

How can a master not appreciate his disciple's good intentions?

Then give it a try.

The quality of the rice rope is quite good.

Ordinary people would use it to restrain freshly caught fish or to tie up vegetables harvested from the fields.

But this is the first time Ian has tried using it in this way for other objects.

rounded;

The price has actually increased;

The last dish prepared by Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked exquisite and abundant; it was a rare and exquisite dessert.

"Lai Guang, are you feeling alright?"

"I can do it, Master."

"But you're clearly frowning like this, aren't you? Wouldn't it be better to keep it the way it was before?"

"I can only blame myself for not possessing the charm to make my master want to investigate further."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the great Onmyoji before him and answered in this way.

"So much so that this is the only way we can offer the best we can now."

"..."

Ian silently tightened the rice rope.

It's so moisturizing, it's wonderful.