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Sayuri Sawamura stared at him blankly, then covered her mouth with her hands and waved her hands: "Don't be like that, don't be like that. You can't learn the serious cuteness of Yukino."

Nomiyama turned his head and resumed fiddling with the spatula. "Cute but serious? I think dead serious is a better way to describe her."

"Well, they're all the same." Sayuri Sawamura responded, her eyes falling on the chicken soup in the pot.

Here, the husband and wife are almost in harmony. No, if this goes on, Eriri will have no chance.

She pulled out a large bowl from the kitchen cabinet, filled with chicken soup, and said casually, "I'll put the chicken soup on the table first."

Nomi-san didn't reply: "Okay."

Sayuri Sawamura touched two pieces of thick cloth and walked towards the restaurant with a large bowl of chicken soup. As she walked, she looked at her daughter who was still in a daze and sighed.

After serving the chicken soup on the table, she took three soup bowls and filled them with chicken and soup one spoonful at a time.

After finishing, she felt around her body, took out a large bag of medicine, and poured it into one of the bowls without changing her expression.

Well, brother Fengzhao is growing now, so give him some more nutrition.

After doing this, she went back to the kitchen.

......

He saw it, what would happen if he saw it? Has he ever seen me before? Oh no, that was before, now is now. Now that I have grown up, this kind of thing...

What should I do? Should I ask Feng Zao to take responsibility? No, no, this is a plot that only happens in a book. I definitely can't say this in real life. It's so embarrassing.

Eriri Sawamura finally recovered from her stagnation. She turned her head and looked towards the kitchen, where the aroma of food was wafting.

But she knew she couldn't help, so she turned her head and looked at the dining table.

There were three soup bowls on the table.

There are two bowls on one side and only one bowl on the other side.

She took a few steps forward and looked at the chicken soup. The bowl over here must have been Feng Zao's, and then she and her mother sat across from him.

Looking at the chicken in their bowls, she pursed her lips.

Mom is really something. She knows Feng Zao likes to eat chicken, but she doesn’t give him more.

He is in the growth stage now.

Reaching out, Eriri Sawamura swapped the positions of two of the soup bowls.

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Chapter 95: Beautiful Water Butterfly

Sayuri Sawamura leaned against the wall, quietly watching the boy washing dishes with his back to her.

He is very familiar with household chores, but that's normal since he has no parents after all.

No one knows what the people of the Yukinoshita family did to bring him down from that mountain and turn him into what he is now, a young man who is just a little weird.

"Isn't it a bit rude to ask a guest to do the work?" Sawamura Sayuri chuckled and said, "After all, you were specially invited here."

"No, even if it's just to repay Sayuri-san for the lunch boxes she's been making for me over the years, I should help wash the dishes." Nomi-san wiped the plates skillfully. "After such a big meal, I have to help clean up afterward."

"Oh? But you're the one who prepares most of the food, Fuuhaya. You're the one who's the busiest when it comes to big meals."

Nomiyama kept moving: "So I mean that big cake."

Sayuri Sawamura smiled and stopped talking, continuing to watch him wash the dishes.

There was actually a large piece of cream on the back of the boy's head, which was where Eriri had thrown it just now.

He was actually the only one who devoured the carefully prepared big cake in big mouthfuls. Ying Lili only took two bites, then quietly approached him and smeared his face with food.

It was clearly possible to avoid it, and it was clearly discovered.

The cake fulfilled its duty. It made Eriri smile happily and allowed her to see that scene.

Fenghaya probably likes Yukino, but it doesn’t matter. Since he cares about Eriri, there is room for maneuver.

Thinking of this, Sayuri Sawamura's gaze paused on the cream on her kimono, and she was a little stunned.

In fact, the house hasn’t been so lively for a long time. We haven’t hired anyone in these years, and the driver is just on standby somewhere else.

I always feel that when it comes to taking care of Eriri, I am enough on my own. By teaching by words and deeds, our relationship can become closer.

For a long time, only the young man in front of him would enter this villa.

It's good that he can make Eriri happy.

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Eriri should do what she likes and like the people she likes. The wealth of the Sawamura family is enough for her to live a worry-free life.

If Eriri is not interested in the Sawamura family's property when I am old, then I will give it all to the Yukinoshita family and keep the annual dividends, which will be enough for me to live a luxurious life.

The Sawamura family is not as important as my precious daughter.

As she thought about it, she suddenly felt her breath getting hot.

Ok?

Confused, she reached out and touched her cheek.

In a sense, Nomi-san is used to washing dishes.

In the past, Yukinoshita would usually prepare dinner and he would clean up afterward. Even after Gong Yu moved into his house, the process remained unchanged and he would still deal with the mess after the meal.

He had to do something after all. After all, he was just lazy, not clueless.

After wiping the last plate clean, Nomiyama washed his hands, turned around and prepared to say hello to Sayuri.

But he found that she was just leaning against the wall with her head down, her breathing a little rapid.

With a bad premonition, Nomiyama asked carefully, "Sister Sayuri?"

Sayuri Sawamura raised her head, her purple eyes staring at him.

His body subconsciously moved back, and Nomiya's eyes fell on the other person's face. There was a large flush on his cheeks, and his eyes were moving, revealing a strange and soft feeling as if rippled by water.

It’s so familiar, this look is so familiar.

Sayuri Sawamura covered her chest, the air between her breaths still heating up. She stared at the boy's face and shifted her feet: "Kazehaya, I don't seem to be right."

Hearing the tingling tenderness in the voice, Nomiyama's expression became slightly unnatural: "Did you put the wrong bowl when you gave me the medicine?"

Silently, Sayuri Sawamura unconsciously took a step forward. She still stared at the other person and said with certainty, "No, I'm sure the medicine is in your bowl."

"That is, they were swapped." After thinking for a while, Nomiya looked up and looked at the location of a certain room.

"Eriri you idiot..."

With some helplessness, he reached out and took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket.

Medicines that can suppress pink fish will certainly make it easy to deal with this common aphrodisiac.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and was about to pour out a few pills.

A voice rang out, with a hint of pouting: "Don't call my Eriri stupid!"

Unprepared, the hand was touched and pushed away, and the medicine bottle fell out.

Nomiyama turned his head, and the medicine bottle fell into the sink. The pills floated out of the bottle, soaked in the water, and dissipated and melted in the blink of an eye, leaving no chance to fish them out.

Ruined.

A body that seemed to have no bones instantly pressed against her chest. Some kind of floral scent was evident in her senses. It was not a strong scent, but not a quiet one either. It was just pleasant.

What you did is much more serious than what I said about Eriri being stupid.

Pushing him away, Nomiyama's voice inevitably became a little anxious: "Wake up! Think about Eriri!"

"Eri... "

The hand holding her arm loosened. Sayuri Sawamura reached out and pinched her thigh, using the pain to sober herself up. She looked up at him and said, "Bathroom, cold water."

Nomiyama didn't hesitate, he picked her up, rushed out of the kitchen and went straight to the bathroom on the first floor.

Under physical contact, the other party was obviously unable to control herself again. She hugged her waist tightly with both hands and kept nodding her head against her chest. The unique touch of a woman was madly impacting her senses.

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Nomiya pushed open the door, closed it with his foot, and ran straight to the bathtub.

He pulled the person who was clinging to his body off and held him down with his hands to prevent him from getting up. Nomiya squatted beside the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and started to fill the bathtub with cold water.

With the continuous impact of cold water, the restless person in the bathtub became noticeably calmer, and his flapping hands and feet began to slow down.

Nomiya breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the other person staring into his eyes.

Sayuri Sawamura looked at him, her voice soft as if without any emotion: "Not enough."

not enough?

Nomiya was slightly stunned.

Reaching out and grabbing the hand that was holding her, Sayuri Sawamura's eyes struggled, her clarity appearing and disappearing, her movements becoming more rapid and her voice becoming softer.

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"Not enough... Not enough..."

Without hesitation, Nomiyama took out his phone with one hand: "I'll call an ambulance and we'll go to the hospital."

The wrists were released.

Nomiyama breathed a sigh of relief and continued swiping his phone.

The next moment, the wrist was grabbed again and pulled down with force.

"It's too late to go to the hospital."

The fingers were wrapped, and even in the cold water, the warm and soft feeling was still so obvious.

He looked up in confusion.

The kimono's ties had been undone, and it floated open in the water, its red and white stripes looking striking and beautiful, like the spread wings of a butterfly.

"Fukahaya, are you in there?"

The girl's voice sounded outside the door.

......

Eriri Sawamura took a bath on the second floor.

In fact, she had already washed once before he came, but after dinner, she was a bit too active in smashing cakes and too much cream was thrown on her body, so she had to go upstairs to wash again.

But this time, Eriri Sawamura was careful.

Yes, this time she wore safety pants, at least she wouldn't have to worry about kicking him later.

Wearing an oversized short-sleeved shirt, she walked with her beautiful blonde hair hanging down behind her head.

After walking down the stairs, she went straight to the kitchen and took a look inside.

Huh? Not here?

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He glanced around the kitchen.

The dishes were washed, which meant Feng Zao at least finished his work.

Turning back, she glanced at the living room, which was illuminated only by the light.

Continuing her steps, she reached the door, opened it and looked inside.

There was no one on the swing in the courtyard, and Feng had not helped his mother push the swing.

So where did you go? Home?