I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Mrs. Kasahara grabbed his arm and, overjoyed, led him into the house: "Let's go in too. I can't wait to see how Fujiwara-kun gets dismembered tonight."

"Where can Fujiwara-kun hide tonight?" Mrs. Hoshimi said gloatingly.

"I'm hiding in your room!" Fujiwara Izaya said sullenly.

“You mean what you say.” Mrs. Kasahara tapped his nose with her fingertip.

"Huh?"

Mrs. Hoshimi was stunned.

"Come inside." Mrs. Kasahara pulled her into the house.

Upon entering, the two ladies immediately noticed the mountain of gifts piled up in the hall.

"You're quite popular now," Mrs. Kasahara said, looking at the gift.

"It's all thanks to my two mothers supporting me," Fujiwara Izaya laughed. "By the way, how's the monster matter going?"

Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at him: "We plan to set up the entire Shikoku as a special management zone to pilot a system in which humans and yokai live together, and then gradually promote it to the whole country based on the experience of the management zone."

"good idea!"

The three of them entered the living room.

Both girls were in a room upstairs.

In the heated living room, only Tamamo-no-Mae was curled up on the sofa, holding a bag of dried squid, eating while watching TV.

While she's often called a fox, she actually looks more like a cat now.

Mrs. Hoshimi walked over, looked at her stomach curiously, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't eat too many snacks."

"Hmm?" Tamamo-no-Mae glanced at her.

"If you're going to eat snacks, you should eat more walnuts and peanuts." Mrs. Hoshimi sat down, looking every bit like a mother, and took her hand, giving her a bunch of dietary advice.

In the end, they even listed out the daily meal plan, specifying how much meat, soybeans, rice, and oil to consume...

Tamamo-no-Mae listened intently, and her attitude towards Mrs. Hoshimi became much more affectionate.

As expected of Miko's mother.

So gentle.

Looking at her exquisitely beautiful face, Fujiwara Izaya smiled and said, "Women with children are just different."

"Nonsense."

Mrs. Kasahara tugged at his ear.

Fujiwara Izaya fled into the kitchen.

The three mountain goddess ladies are busy.

Miki Kawashima had been very busy for the past few days, rushing out to buy things several times during the day. As it got dark, she would be in the kitchen chopping radishes, peeling shrimp, and boiling water... Busy but not chaotic, she had the demeanor of a true housewife.

Kasahara Fukaeri was cutting seaweed on a cutting board, while a pot on the stove was steaming.

A delicious aroma of food wafted over.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but chuckle twice.

Kasahara Fukari glanced at her: "What are you laughing at?"

"This is the first time I've seen Eri Fuka wearing an apron and cooking." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist from behind, picking up a piece of seaweed. "The aloof policewoman has become a gentle wife. I'm so happy."

"Let go," Kasahara Fukari said coldly. "This is for making seaweed rolls, don't touch it."

"Okay, you're busy, I won't bother you." Fujiwara Izaya buried his face in her back, feeling her body temperature and the fragrance of maple leaves.

Kasahara Fukari nudged him with her elbow.

He couldn't be pushed away, and the policewoman sighed helplessly, leaving him to stay on top of her.

“Eri Fuka, you should stab her with a knife!” Miki Kawashima said menacingly.

"It's New Year's Eve this year, stop fooling around," Yukino Riho said with a smile, trying to smooth things over.

Although they were both ladies, the stark contrast in their personalities foreshadowed a rich and varied life for the Fujiwara family.

After dinner was prepared, Miki Kawashima busied herself setting out the dishes, her movements light and quick, her face beaming with joy.

This was the first time Yukino Riho had ever seen her so excited. Perhaps it was because it was the first time they were all celebrating the New Year together, and the eldest wife was overjoyed.

Only Kasahara Fukari, who was still preparing the cold dishes, remained in the kitchen.

Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her wrist, pressed her against the vanity, and kissed her soft lips.

Kasahara Fukari frowned and glared at him: "Dinner's ready!"

"Give me a kiss too." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her delicate, fair cheeks.

Kasahara Fukari struggled for a moment.

Unable to break free, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she could only helplessly close her eyes and gently touch Fujiwara Izaya's lips.

"Miss Himeko just told me a secret," he murmured.

"What is it?"

"I already said it's a secret, how can I tell you?"

Footsteps could be heard outside the kitchen.

Kasahara Fukaeri snapped out of her daze.

The arms that were originally wrapped around Fujiwara Izaya's neck were instead placed on his shoulders, as if trying to push him away.

Mrs. Kasahara quickly peeked in through the door, looking at her eldest daughter and son-in-law: "Why don't we eat first, and then continue?"

"Mother!"

Kasahara Fukae's face was redder with embarrassment than the boiled shrimp in the pot.

"Hurry up and come!" Mrs. Hoshimi urged from outside.

The living room was surrounded by people around the kotatsu. Kawashima Miki, with her sleeves rolled up, distributed bowls and wine glasses, moving about with elegance and efficiency.

The table was also full of dishes.

The table is laden with delicacies from land and sea, as well as common home-style dishes such as sweet and spicy fish and seaweed rolls. Other New Year's dishes include buckwheat noodles, chestnut and sweet potato puree, fish cake, shrimp, and steamed egg custard.

Fujiwara Rinya took his seat at the head of the table.

"The dishes are all served. Are you hungry?" Kawashima Miki sat down next to him.

Tamamo-no-Mae's fox ears twitched.

Without a doubt, the Queen should sit at the head of the table; there is no other choice.

So, the seat at the head of the table, which was originally meant for one person, was squeezed in for three. Mrs. Hoshimi sat on one side with her senior, and Mrs. Kasahara sat on the other side with her junior, while Eri and Riho sat on the opposite side.

From preparing the meal to shopping, it took more than five hours.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Well, it's New Year's Eve, let's have a drink."

"Here's some hot wine."

Miki Kawashima took the hot water with sake on it off the stove and filled everyone's cups.

"Happy New Year!"

Everyone downed a drink.

The rising steam quickly heightened the atmosphere to a lively level.

It was exactly 7 p.m., and the news programs were showing the lively scenes of the year-end and pre-holiday season in various places.

"Let me pour you a drink." Miki Kawashima poured another glass for Izaya Fujiwara.

The two raised their full glasses and gently clinked them together.

"What should I say?" Kawashima Miki looked at him sweetly.

"Thanks to Mrs. Miki, everything went smoothly in the past year. I hope you will love me dearly in the new year." Fujiwara Izaya said in a serious tone, then bowed his head to her.

Kawashima Miki nodded with a mixture of reserve and smugness.

Tamamo-no-Mae kicked Fujiwara Izaya under the table.

Fujiwara Izaya looked over, oh, those black eyes, it was his aunt...

"One at a time."

He held the wine pot and offered a cup to each of the beauties.

After a few drinks, he felt three-tenths full without needing to eat anything. Coupled with the allure of beautiful women, Fujiwara Rin unknowingly became completely at their mercy.

"Try the steamed egg in a tea bowl."

"Hmm, the cooking is pretty good."

"It was made by Riho."

"It's not a culinary disaster?"

"Hey, Fujiwara-kun, what are you saying! It's not easy for them to make this, eat more."

Light snow began to fall outside the window.

There was no wind, and the fine snow fell like soft goose feathers.

With the help of the room's lights, the courtyard appears as if it were a painting framed on the windowpane.

"Come on, have some buckwheat noodles. Eating noodles on New Year's Eve can help you live a long and healthy life, right? Our relationship will last as long as these noodles."

At the end of dinner, Miki Kawashima kept grumbling as she ladled noodles into her bowl.

The broth was made with stewed chicken broth, and it tasted very delicious.

"Add a little more."

"I can't take it anymore, I'm too full."

"Give me some!"