Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

He darted over, looking curious: "What delicious food are you making?"

The girl tilted her head slightly: "I see there's a lot of ground pork in the fridge. Are you planning to make hamburger patties, or are you going to make dumplings?"

"I originally planned to just stir-fry it casually and then make shredded pork noodles or something..." Kotekawa Kami looked serious: "But then I found out that noodles are too difficult to make."

"...and then you just left it at that?"

"No, it's just a temporary forgetting."

“Waste is a very bad habit, Kotegawa.”

"Yes, thanks to you..." Kote Kawakami asked without changing his expression, "Can you make dumplings?"

"I learned a little bit from my mom when I was little. She worked at a Chinese restaurant..." The girl pointed to the phone next to her, which was playing a video on how to make dumplings, and then continued to knead the dough by hand.

Kotekawa Kami swallowed hard, his eyes shining: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Mikazuki Seisakusho thought for a moment and then said, one item at a time: "Vinegar, garlic, chili, scallions, sesame oil, and it would be best to also buy some shrimp, ham, sea cucumber, and cabbage."

"I'm going right now!" Kotekawa Kami snapped his fingers and strode towards the entrance.

"Wait a minute!" Mikazuki called out to him.

"Oh? Is there anything else you need?"

Do you know how to choose shrimp?

The room was silent for three seconds.

Kotekawa Kami tentatively suggested, "Should we pick the bigger one?"

Mikazuki silently returned to his room, wrote a note inside, handed it to him, and instructed, "Just buy what's written on it."

"Okay, I got it!" Kami patted his chest confidently. "I'll definitely get some good shrimp!"

After saying that, he went out and left.

Mikazuki's lips curled up slightly as he turned and returned to the kitchen, humming a little tune as he kneaded the dough.

"On the journey, at the snowy station, if you hurry, you can't escape it; I'm still having this dream, smaller than a snowflake..." [Note]

In the shopping street, Kotekawa Kami recalled what he wanted to buy, clutching a piece of paper in his hand as he looked around. When he found the shop, he strode over and blurted out, "Boss, I want one kilogram of fresh live shrimp!"

Ten minutes later, he returned carrying two large bags of things, his steps light and quick.

Inside the house, Mikazuki Haruka, who had already kneaded the dough and was waiting to season the meat filling, looked down at the shrimp in the bag, sniffed them, and asked in confusion, "Did you pick these? So many?"

"I asked the boss to pick them..." Kotekawa Kami said seriously, "but I was watching over them, and they're all good shrimp!"

Mikazuki glanced at him, pursed her lips, and said, "Let's go together next time."

The shrimp are indeed high-quality shrimp, but the price must also be high for the owner.

She carried it back to the kitchen, poured it into a basin, added some water, sprinkled in two spoonfuls of salt, and set it aside, preparing to process the ham, sea cucumber, and cabbage.

Kami Kotekawa stood behind her, hands behind his back, and peeked out, asking, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Does Kotegawa know how to use a knife?" Mikazuki didn't look up, letting the guy behind him rest his chin on his shoulder without permission.

"My knife skills are absolutely superb!" Kotekawa Kamimi said with a hum, feeling the girl's soft shoulder.

Although he has never cooked again, his mastery of strength alone makes it easy for him to not only chop vegetables but also carve flowers.

Mikazuki tilted her head slightly, leaning against him, and said softly, "Then I'll trouble you to clean the shrimp bellies and remove the shrimp veins later."

"Leave it to me with confidence!"

"Fute River..."

"what?"

"If you kiss me now, I don't think I'll refuse, because I want to kiss you too."

Kotekawa Kami wrapped his arms around her slender waist and turned his head to capture her cherry lips.

(...Guess if there's a note here?)

……

Half an hour later, Kotekawa Kami, wearing an apron around his waist, was hunched over and obediently brushing the shrimp's belly with a brush.

He almost went too far just now, as the panicked girl punched him hard on the hilt of his sword in her haste... and then his senses returned.

Next to her, Mikazuki Seisakusaku's cheeks were as red as the sunset as she lowered her head and stirred the freshly seasoned minced meat.

Kotekawa Kami cleaned the shrimp very well and quickly. In fact, he found that using "Hun Yuan Jin" to brush the shrimp's belly was very effective, like using an electric toothbrush, with a "swish swish swish" feeling.

Deveining shrimp is a piece of cake.

After all these years of sword practice, it hasn't been for nothing. He has long since achieved a state of perfect harmony between man and sword, where man is sword and sword is man, in short... a swordsman!

He quickly finished his work, then looked at Mikazuki who was still mixing the filling and tried to strike up a conversation: "Should we put the shrimp and sea cucumber in?"

"No, we can just put it in when we're making dumplings later." Mikazuki Haruka's face hardened, and she pointed to the cutting board, saying, "Let's take it to the dining table. There's a bit too little space here."

Kotekawa Kami turned and left the kitchen, holding the edge of a large basin in one hand. He first placed it on the dining table, and then put the other dishes over one by one.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku also brought over the minced meat, sat down next to him, and kicked him with her little foot: "Are you rolling out the dough or wrapping the filling?"

"I'll roll out the dough!" Kami Kotekawa said confidently. "Back in my hometown, I often helped my aunt roll out dough too!"

"Let's get started then? We need to finish making these six hundred dumplings before six o'clock tonight..." The girl paused, then asked uncertainly, "Will that be enough for you?"

"That should be enough, right?" Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment and replied uncertainly.

"Furugawa can really eat."

"I'm strong, so I digest quickly and get hungry more easily, which is why I usually eat more... Hey? You have some dough on your nose."

Mikazuki Haruka, unable to free her hands, tilted her nose slightly and said, "Help me wipe it off."

"Alright!" Kotekawa Kamimi used his flour-covered hands to smear flour all over her face.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The girl belatedly realized what was happening, glared at him, puffed out her cheeks in anger, and kicked him repeatedly with her left foot: "You put it on too!"

"Watch out for your right foot, I'll smear it right away..." He quickly smeared flour on his face, but almost choked, coughing twice, and flour flew everywhere.

Chapter 142 The Strange Glasses Guy

In the evening, after a satisfying meal, Furudekawa Kami, carrying his sword pouch, locked the gate, picked up a washbasin containing a towel, and headed towards the shopping street.

Yuka was pacing back and forth in front of her house with her hands behind her back. When she saw him, she immediately ran up to him and said, "He hasn't come back yet, but curfew is coming soon. Let's go upstairs and wait for a while."

Kotekawa Kami nodded; he had come today with the mission of "having a frank and open conversation."

I followed Youjia into her house through the side door and walked up to the second floor.

He looked around and casually asked, "Where are Uncle Guima and Aunt Xia?"

Without turning her head, Yujia said, "Oh, they went to the bathhouse, and your bird too."

"A bird? It's here too?"

"It's always been there!"

"Um……"

Kotegawa Kami understood why he hadn't been able to see any birds lately.

After going upstairs, Youjia opened her room door and waved, "Come to my room first, and you can come down when he comes back and goes to take a shower..."

Kami Kotekawa, holding the basin, casually remarked, "That's weird. It makes it sound like I'm about to attack him."

The spacious bedroom was as tidy as before, with drinks and snacks on the small round table, and the window was slightly ajar, letting in a cool night breeze.

Yujia opened her arms, took a deep breath, and looked very relaxed and happy.

"Please sit anywhere. Would you like a Coke?"

He put down the basin in his hand and sat down opposite him.

"Barley tea will do."

Youjia opened a Coke, took a satisfying sip, then pushed the pistachios on the table toward him. Her little feet, which were under her bottom, fidgeted a few times. Looking at him, she asked with a gossipy tone, "How far have you and Qingkong gotten?"

Kami, who was peeling pistachios, paused, instinctively recalling the "secrecy clause," and asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"

"What else could it be? That! You know... you two... are you dating?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with uncertainty. Although Mikazuki said it would take two years, they had already hugged and kissed, except for the most sacred ritual of becoming gods between lovers... So, in reality, they should already be dating, right?

But all of this is covered in the two people's "secrecy agreement".

Seeing his bitter and resentful expression, Youjia understood. She reached for her Coke, took a sip, covered her mouth, and burped. "Well, Qingkong is indeed hard to win over. Good luck!"

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then peeled and ate a pistachio.

The girl casually pulled the pistachios back in front of him, pushed another plate of rice crackers towards him, and casually asked, "What did you have for dinner? Did Qingkong make it again?"

Kami Kotegawa tore open the senbei bag and muttered, "Hmm, I ate dumplings."

"Hmm, dumplings? That's Qingkong's specialty! Her mother used to... um, sorry, never mind."

They probably thought he didn't know about the Mikazuki family.

These were all scars in Mikazuki's heart, and neither of them continued to talk about them.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and before we knew it, the hour hand had gone around several times.

At first, Yuka sat obediently, but after a while, she revealed her true colors, lying on her side on the beanbag chair with her long, slender legs slightly curled up, smacking her lips and dozing off.

Just as he closed the window, Kami Kotekawa suddenly turned his head and his ears twitched.

Although very faint, there were sounds of doors opening and closing in the hallway.

Sorata is back!

He turned around and walked over to Yuka, who was having a sweet dream, and shook the sofa to wake her up.

The latter got up looking confused, rubbed his eyes, and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

"He's back."