My daily life of exorcising demons and falling in love with a witch.

Hime's words brought tears to the eyes of both Yoshiyuki and Erina.

Erina wiped away her slightly overflowing tears and sighed.

"It's okay now, Ji! We'll be together from now on! Let's eat together often, okay?"

Xiao Ji nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Then, Mommy will hold you, and we'll sit at the table!" Erina looked around to make sure no one was watching, then drifted off into a blissful daydream, whispering, "Daddy will be in charge of feeding us..."

"Why am I the only one in the family who's so miserable!" Yixing couldn't help but complain, "If you like daughters so much, why don't you feed them yourself!"

"I was busy holding Ji, my hands were always busy," Erina said matter-of-factly. "My daughter is so cute, of course I have to rub her a lot!"

Damn it, although I still think the young lady is despicable, now that I think about it, there's actually a bit of truth to it!

Yi Xing found it difficult to refute for a moment.

"So, is it decided? We're going to have hot pot?!" Erina asked excitedly again.

"Let Ji decide." Yixing reached out and ruffled his daughter's hair, finding it as smooth as her mother's, and the feel of it was simply addictive. "Sweetie, what's the one thing you want to eat the most?"

Xiao Ji thought for a moment, and then quickly started writing in her notebook.

I like any dish my parents cook.

"Wow... What a sensible child!" Erina exclaimed, rubbing Hime's belly.

It looks really nice to the touch, and Yixing wants to knead it too.

However, that's not the point right now, so he resisted the urge to reach out and rub it, and said this instead.

"Xiao Ji, just tell me what you want to eat. Don't be shy!"

Xiao Ji hesitated for a moment, then nodded and began writing in her notebook.

Yixing had originally planned to cook a sumptuous meal for her, so he was initially very happy to see Xiaoji write down the names of the dishes.

Even the image of Xiao Ji rolling around on the ground with her belly full of food flashed through my mind.

However, as Yixing watched her write endlessly, he realized that things were not so simple.

If Xiao Ji continues like this, the recipes will start to resemble a recitation of dish names!

Although I know she hasn't eaten home-cooked meals for over a hundred years and has a lot of cravings, it's impossible to finish such a long list.

So, Yixing interrupted Xiaoji with a wry smile and said this.

"Xiao Ji, there's too much. Let's cook one meal that we can finish first, okay? We'll have plenty of time together later, so we can eat whatever we want at our own pace."

"Yeah, yeah!" Erina pinched the Demon Blade Princess's soft belly, excitedly saying, "Let's talk about what we want to eat the most first."

Yaodao-hime stared blankly for a while.

Then, he turned to another page in his notebook and wrote down this sentence.

I want my mom's homemade buckwheat noodles in clear broth, with lots of chopped green onions.

Making handmade buckwheat noodles is no easy task.

If the ratio of wheat flour to buckwheat flour is not properly controlled, the noodles will lose their elasticity, become easy to break, and be very short.

Furthermore, it may completely eliminate the distinctive bitterness of buckwheat noodles, or make it too prominent.

In short, there are many details that are difficult to control.

"Young Miss, Ji specifically asked you to cook." Yixing said gloatingly, "So today's cooking is up to you."

"No, no, no, Hime, I have no idea how to make this!" Erina exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the notebook, then immediately declined, "Don't even mention soba noodles, I don't even know how to knead dough!"

"Have some confidence, Miss," Yixing said scathingly without holding back. "You're not just bad at kneading dough, you're so useless you can't even boil water."

"Hey! That's an exaggeration! I can boil water in an electric kettle!" Erina complained. "Besides, why do I need to know how? You can do it anyway!"

Xiao Ji seemed a little disappointed.

She looked up at her mother, her eyes filled with longing.

"I'm sorry, Hime... even if you look at me like that, I really can't make it," Erina said, feeling a little guilty. "Maybe I'll learn from Yoshiyuki later, and then I'll make it for you, okay?"

Xiao Ji nodded, looking very expectant.

"The young lady who only cooks once a year on my birthday is actually willing to learn to cook for Hime... It's a miracle." Yoshiyuki was a little incredulous: "Are you really the young lady? Could you have been switched at birth?"

The cooking was actually mainly done by Yi Xing.

Erina is so clumsy she can't do anything right. Even as an assistant, she can mix up the salt and sugar, and cut potato shreds into irregular pieces. If she were to cook this meal, it would be a miracle if anyone didn't die.

"Hey, you scoundrel, what are you saying! Underestimating my determination?!" Erina complained. "If it weren't for Hime, I wouldn't bother learning! Don't get me wrong! Even if I can cook, you'll still be the one doing the cooking, okay? Don't even think about slacking off!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Yixing rubbed his temples helplessly and asked, "Little Princess, you see, Miss can't cook now? How about I make you some buckwheat noodles?"

Yaodao-hime shook her head.

"Uh, is that not allowed?" Yixing was a little surprised: "What's the difference between what the young lady made and what I made?"

Xiao Ji paused for a moment, then wrote the following in her notebook.

My mother's buckwheat noodles hold special memories for me.

"May I ask what happened?" Yoshiyuki asked tentatively.

Xiao Ji shook her head.

It seems to be something she dares not tell the two of them.

The more Xiao Ji acted this way, the more curious he became.

But Yixing knew very well that he couldn't ask about this matter, otherwise it would only make things difficult for his daughter.

He saw Yaodao-hime pick up her pen again and quickly write down another thing she wanted to eat.

I want to eat donburi (rice bowl).

Donburi is a Japanese-style rice bowl dish.

The things Xiao Ji wanted to eat were all quite simple, which moved Yixing even more.

Because these home-cooked dishes are what best embody family affection.

It's unknown how many times Yaodao-hime ate donburi with the two of them in her memory.

What kind of memories do these foods carry?

"Oh, a donburi! That's nice." Erina praised, "Which kind exactly?"

Anything is fine, I'll like anything my parents make.

"Anything is fine..." Yoshiyuki pondered for a moment, then suggested, "I've got it! How about making the young lady's favorite mother-and-child bowl?"

"Pervert...pervert! Huge hentai!" Erina exclaimed in fright, immediately hugging Hime tightly. "Stay away from us, mother and daughter!"

"Oh, what's so weird about it! I was just talking about a rice bowl with eggs and chicken, okay?!" Yoshiyuki quickly explained, "Don't you eat that all the time, Miss?!"