Kyoto: I just want to be a gentleman

And then...there was no more sound.

All the messages he sent to Kitano Chiaki became unread.

Chapter 28 A Day in the Life of Arisa Kuroda

Today is Friday.

The early morning sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls onto the girl's delicate quilt, creating a mottled light and shadow.

The air in the room still carried a hint of night coolness, intertwined with the faint fragrance emanating from the girl.

The girl slowly woke up to the sound of her cell phone alarm. Her eyes trembled slightly, as slender and agile as butterfly wings.

She yawned, a hint of laziness appeared at the corners of her mouth, and then she stretched, and the soft bedding rose and fell like a light cloud. Her hair was slightly messy and scattered on the pillow, like catkins floating in a pool of spring water.

The girl looked at the time on her phone, rubbed her eyes gently, then slowly sat up and walked towards the kitchen.

The girl opened the refrigerator and took out eggs, milk and fresh bread. She gently beat the eggs in a bowl, stirred them evenly and put them in the pot, slowly heating them over low heat. As the spatula was stir-fried, the aroma of the egg liquid gradually spread and filled the entire kitchen.

Then she poured the milk into the pot and heated it over low heat, stirring it from time to time with a spoon to prevent it from boiling over.

At the same time, she put the bread into the old oven, the black oven looked older than the girl.

The aroma of bread and the sweetness of milk blend together to create a unique scent in the morning.

The bread was baked golden and crispy, and the milk was just hot enough. The girl carefully took out the bread, placed it on a plastic plate, and then poured the milk into the cup.

You're done?

It's far from there.

This is breakfast for her and Kouta. She also has to prepare a lunch box for Kouta to take to school at noon.

The girl tilted her head and thought about it.

It seems like it's my turn to make sushi today.

Some discounted ingredients she brought back from the convenience store yesterday came in handy.

The girl washed her hands and placed the ingredients neatly on the chopping board in the kitchen.

My fingertips lightly slide across the surface of each piece of fish, and it feels like playing a soft melody.

She took out a piece of seaweed, gently spread it on the bamboo mat, and then evenly spread a thin layer of rice on it.

The soft, sweet rice complements the salty and fresh taste of the seaweed, creating a perfect balance.

Then, the girl began to arrange the ingredients. First, she placed the salmon and tuna on the rice, and then garnished them with cucumber strips and crab sticks. Each ingredient was placed just right, which was both beautiful and tempting, exuding fragrance that made people want to taste it.

Finally, the girl rolled up the sushi with a bamboo mat.

She has repeated this step for many years, so her movements are gentle and skillful, as if she is creating a fine work of art.

The rolled sushi is cut into even-sized pieces and neatly placed in the lunch box.

It seems like something is missing.

The girl thought.

correct.

The girl picked out a few slices of emerald green wasabi and sour green ginger from the seasoning plate to add the final touch to the sushi.

This time finally...

That's it.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was seven-thirty. It was time to wake her brother Kouta up.

So she tiptoed to the door of Kangtai's room, knocked on the door, and waited for a long time before she heard Kangtai's dazed voice from inside.

"I'm here."

"Breakfast is ready. Brush your teeth and wash your face to get ready for breakfast, then go to school."

"it is good."

Kouta's voice was weak, and it was obvious that he didn't like going to school very much.

After finishing breakfast, the girl simply cleaned up the kitchen, dressed herself up simply, and prepared to take the tram to work.

Kangtai has grown up and no longer needs to be picked up and dropped off at school every day like when he was a child, which saves her a lot of trouble.

She was very pleased about this.

The tram was traveling through the city in the early morning. People in the carriage were either reading with their heads down or keeping the door closed to recuperate. A girl was sitting by the window, gently tucking her hair behind her ears, looking through the window, no one knew what she was looking at.

The tram ran steadily on the track, making a slight roar, and the girl's mood fluctuated with it.

if...

I wish every day could be like today...

The girl prayed sincerely to the gods in her heart. This was the third time she made a wish to the gods in recent days.

As the tram moves, the scenery outside the window keeps changing.

From quiet residential areas to bustling commercial areas, from narrow alleys to wide roads.

The train finally arrived at its destination. The girl tidied her appearance briefly and then walked out of the car with light steps.

She took a deep breath, feeling the fresh morning air and breeze on her face.

She knew that a new day had officially begun.

She loves to work, she loves to go to work.

"Arisa-chan, you're here!" As soon as she arrived at the store, Natsumi Terasawa, who was standing at the cash register, greeted her with a smile.

Natsumi Terasawa is the manager of this store. She lives nearby and is a very nice, older sister-like person.

"Good morning, Sister Xia Mei."

Arisa Kuroda walked into the staff lounge, took off her coat and put it in the locker, then took out her uniform, put on her apron, and walked to the deli area.

"Arisa-chan, you stay here to watch the store. I'm leaving first." Seeing that she was ready, Natsumi Terasawa prepared to leave the convenience store.

Sister Xia Mei seems to be very busy these days.

She accidentally heard from Sister Xia Mei on the phone that it seemed that Sister Xia Mei was going to open a branch in Shijo Kawaramachi.

Shijo Kawaramachi.

It is the most distinctive commercial street in Kyoto and can be called the CBD of Kyoto.

The annual rent for opening a store there is an astronomical figure.

Therefore, she envied and admired Sister Xia Mei from the bottom of her heart.

At such a young age, he has already saved so much money and has a successful career.

She's pretty, and has a nice figure...

Arisa Kuroda looked at her slightly bulging chest, and then thought about the peak on Sister Xia Mei's chest.

The gap between people.

Very big.

There is no question of jealousy. She is a contented person. As long as she has something to eat, this kind of life is friendly enough for her.

Arisa worked while thinking silently in her heart.

She first looked at the oden and saw only a few undersized fish balls floating on top.

She took out the already processed white radish cubes, potato chips, kelp, fish balls, chicken meatballs, crab sticks and other ingredients from the frozen area with some unfamiliarity, put them into the machine in different categories, filled them with soup, and turned on the fire to cook.

Then there are fried foods.

The best-selling tempura and croquettes are running low, so we need to restock them quickly.

Arisa took out some fried food from the freezer.

Sister Xia Mei just changed the oil this morning, so it can still be used.

Adjust the oil to the appropriate temperature and gently put the fried food in. Yellow bubbles appear and the slight heat wave that comes with it hits Arisa Kuroda's face, who is wearing a mask.

She held her breath.

Will you get fat if you eat too much waste oil residue?

She wasn't sure about this either, but she seemed to have seen a similar expert report on some news app.

But just in case, it's better to be careful.

Chapter 29 A Day in the Life of Arisa Kuroda (2)

"Mom! I want to eat this!" A chubby little boy with a schoolbag said excitedly, pointing at the tempura.

"Okay, okay, how many does our Yushu want to eat?"

"Three? Four?" The little fat boy hesitated, looked at his belly, and said hesitantly, "Mom, am I too fat... I should eat less..."

"Our Yuuki is not fat." The kind lady smiled and touched the little boy's head, then pointed to the fried food area and said to Arisa, "Miss, please help pack five servings of this, this, and that."

The little boy stood on tiptoe, staring at the chicken meatballs.

"By the way, there's this." The woman saw the little boy's desire and pointed to the chicken meatballs.

"Five too?"

"Ah."

"Long live Mom!" The little boy cheered loudly, and happily took the bag of fried food from Arisa's hand. He followed his mother obediently and left the convenience store swayingly.

"Thank you for your patronage."

As soon as he left this side, two office workers in suits and carrying briefcases came from the other side.

"Two fried noodles and bread, please."

"it is good."

Arisa Kuroda picked out two of the largest fried noodles breads in front of her and put them in the microwave.