Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 463 - 217. New Year in Iwate Prefecture: Happy New Year (14)_2

"The next thing is soy sauce..."

While saying this, Jiutiao Meijie knocked on his chest with her head.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, looking down.

Jiutiao Meijie pursed her lips.

"You’re so naughty." Dubian Che pecked her soft lips, "Okay, next is soy sauce, come."

"I want you to take the hair strand out of your mouth." Jiutiao Meijie spoke slowly, her tone a mix of resignation and irritation.

"So that’s what you meant."

Dubian Che set down his chopsticks and picked the hair off her lips.

"Is this the mochi we just made?" Jiutiao Meijie asked.

"Yeah, just brought it back, Kiyono went as well, even tried it a couple of times, almost scared me into wearing a helmet," Dubian Che said with a laugh.

"She went, too?"

"The whole village was there."

Jiutiao Meijie chuckled coldly, wrapping her hand around Dubian Che’s waist from under the blanket: "And on the way back?"

"She scolded me."

"That’s a scolding? You two flirted and had a great time, didn’t you?"

"Meijie, don’t worry." Dubian Che fed her a piece of mochi, "Although I instinctively thought about the both of you, you know what, what I think in my heart and what I actually do are two different things."

The flesh on his side was pinched.

Dubian Che continued:

"It’s like ’planning a bunch for tomorrow today, only to end up playing on your phone the next day.’ Stuff like that happens all the time... This example might not be the best, but anyway, I wouldn’t do that."

"So what do you actually plan to do?"

"Of course, to marry you. Kiyono is just a friend, but..."

"But what?"

"I want you two to become friends again."

"That’s impossible." Jiutiao Meijie said without hesitation, then switched to a lazy tone, "Soy flour."

Dubian Che dipped the mochi in soy flour and fed it to her.

"Besides you, Kiyono looks down on other women; only you can be her friend. Others can’t do it."

This statement could equally apply if you replaced ’Kiyono’ with ’Meijie’—considering Jiutiao Meijie’s proud nature, Dubian Che didn’t say it out loud.

"If you say it’s impossible, then it’s impossible. Sugar."

"What’s so impossible? You didn’t like sugar before either, tried it, and found it okay, right?" said Dubian Che.

"I’m not eating anymore." Jiutiao Meijie closed her eyes, leaning in to sleep in his arms.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, I was wrong, it’s impossible, come, Meijie, my Meijie, open wide, ah—"

Jiutiao Meijie dodged: "No sugar."

"Sugar is innocent, ya know, it’s about to cry."

Dubian Che brought the sugar-coated mochi to her mouth.

Jiutiao Meijie dodged a couple of times but ended up eating it, unable to resist.

What she thought would taste awful turned out to be surprisingly good after trying it.

As days went by, some leisurely, some busy, New Year’s Eve arrived quickly.

From the morning, Mrs. Dubian had been bustling around the kitchen in her apron, preparing the New Year’s feast for tomorrow.

In the evening, following Island Country customs, she cooked Buckwheat Noodles for everyone.

"There’s not much to offer in this village, so please make do," she said to the two young ladies.

Actually, the food was quite abundant.

A half an egg, golden tempura shrimp, green scallions, dark green seaweed strips, and rice paddy duck raised at home.

Various colors spread on the steaming Buckwheat Noodles, just looking at it felt sumptuous.

All five slurped up their noodles eagerly.

"The soup’s concentration is just right, relaxing, and most importantly, it tastes like mom’s food," Dubian Che said, savoring a sip of the soup.

"What do you mean by ’mom’s taste’?" Jiutiao Meijie asked, spoon in her left hand and chopsticks in her right, nibbling at her meal.

"Your mom..."

"Hmm?"

"Is also my mom."

"Hmm."

Mrs. Dubian couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this, while Mr. Dubian slurped his noodles heartily; he even added natto to his bowl.

Dubian Che said:

"Meijie, you didn’t grow up on your mother’s cooking, so you might not have this feeling. In Tokyo, what I missed the most was mom’s cooking."

"The cooking of Auntie retains the original flavor of the ingredients to a great extent, I really like this style of cooking," Kiyono Lin nodded in agreement.

"Then, Lin, eat more tomorrow. I’ve prepared a lot of New Year’s dishes," Mrs. Dubian said, beaming with joy.

Meanwhile, Jiutiao Mei continued to eat her noodles on her own.

She had no intention of acting polite or cute to win the favor of Dubian’s parents.

Dubian Che drank the last spoonful of soup, heaving a satisfied sigh: "This is what it feels like to be close to the New Year."

In the corner, the television was tuned to NHK, broadcasting the "Island Country Spring Festival" and "Red and White Song Festival."

After Ishikawa Kyoko finished singing her 42nd "Heavenly City," it was LiSA’s debut.

"The reason I’ve learned to be strong carries me forward."

The song "Red Lotus" echoed powerfully and upliftingly.

Kiyono Lin took a gulp of the soup and breathed out, "The soup warms your body from the stomach, it’s perfect for the cold New Year’s Eve."

Dubian Che glanced at the TV.

The camera zoomed in on LiSA’s open mouth, filling nearly half the screen.

"By the way," he turned back to the two young ladies leisurely eating their noodles, "do you want to go on a shrine visit for the New Year?"

"Is there a Shrine nearby?" Kiyono Lin said, curious.

In recent days, her actions brimming with energy had taken her all over the village.

"There used to be one, but it’s been abandoned," Dubian Che replied, "I’m talking about the shrine in town."

"That sounds good," Mr. Dubian commented, "I’ll drive you there."

"You just want to go drink with your trucking buddies, don’t you?" Mrs. Dubian said, not pleased.

"No, how could I drink if I’m driving."

"Are you going?" Dubian Che queried the two young ladies.

"Wouldn’t that be too much trouble?" Kiyono Lin looked toward Mr. Dubian.