Chapitre 292: [292] Mother and Daughter...
Chapter 292: Mother and Daughter...
After enjoying the spectacle for a while, Mrs. Miura finally spoke up to stop Yumiko. Although the girl obediently released Hachiman's neck, she still sat there with a sulky expression, refusing to pay him any attention.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward for a moment, but Mrs. Miura didn't seem to mind at all. She casually turned on the TV and started watching a drama with great interest.
Hachiman, not particularly interested in the TV, looked around the living room. Yumiko's family had a moderately sized and well-decorated living room, indicating a decent economic situation. Various decorations adorned the walls, crystal handicrafts adorned the tables, potted plants sat on the balcony, and there was even a fluttering black triangular piece of fabric...
Wait a minute, a black triangular piece of fabric.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black lace underwear.
Whether it belonged to Yumiko or Mrs. Miura was unknown.
However, Hachiman only glanced at it briefly before diverting his gaze. Just looking at a piece of underwear wasn't interesting. If it were on someone, he might have looked a bit longer.
After a while, Mrs. Miura, still engrossed in the TV show, spoke up, "Yumiko, entertain Hikigaya-kun for a while. Mom will prepare dinner."
Although the situation seemed a bit awkward, Hachiman stood up. "Auntie, let me take care of dinner.
However, Mrs. Miura hesitated, "But Hikigaya-kun is a guest..."
At this moment, Yumiko also spoke up.
"Mom, let this guy handle dinner; he's really good at cooking."
"Alright, then I'm looking forward to Hikigaya-kun cooking," Mrs. Miura nodded and resumed sitting on the sofa, seemingly eager to continue watching the TV drama.
"Leave it to me."
...
Entering the kitchen and surveying the well-equipped utensils, Hachiman nodded in approval. Tying on an apron, he opened the fridge and checked the available ingredients.
After contemplating the desired dishes, he began working.
Time always passes quickly when you're focused on something. In no time, dinner was ready.
Shrimp tempura, shiitake pork slices, butter-stewed vegetables, along with two home-cooked dishes.
"Auntie, Yumiko, dinner's ready." Placing the last dish on the table, Hachiman called out to the mother and daughter in the living room.
"Yes, smells good." The mother and daughter nodded, heading to the bathroom to wash their hands.
Seated at the table, Hachiman served rice to Mrs. Miura and Yumiko.
"Auntie, try my cooking."
"Sure, let me taste it." Mrs. Miura nodded and picked up a piece of tempura shrimp with her chopsticks.
With a crisp sound, even though she hadn't bitten hard, the crispy batter shattered, and her teeth quickly reached the tender and elastic shrimp.
The fresh taste of shrimp, the aroma, and crispiness of the tempura batter echoed on the tip of the tongue.
As Mrs. Miura savored the delicious bites, her eyes lit up.
"Hikigaya-kun's cooking skills are indeed impressive; it feels like he could compete with Totsuki graduates."
In reality, he had competed and even surpassed the strongest Totsuki graduates.
However, he couldn't say that, so Hachiman just modestly smiled.
"I told you this guy is really good at cooking." Yumiko, standing beside them, wore a proud expression, as if she had prepared these dishes herself.
"Looks like we shouldn't let Hikigaya-kun cook too often." Swallowing the tempura shrimp, Mrs. Miura sighed with some regret.
Yumiko was puzzled, "Huh? Why? It's so delicious."
"It's precisely because it's too delicious; you'll end up gaining weight quickly." Mrs. Miura extended a finger and lightly shook it.
"In case you gain weight, Hikigaya-kun might not like you anymore."
Upon hearing this, Hachiman chuckled.
"Don't worry, Auntie. Even if Yumiko gains weight, I'll still like her."
"And I have a special weight loss method that can help Yumiko stay fit."
Mrs. Miura's eyes lit up.
"Huh? A special weight loss method? What is it?"
No woman is immune to the desire for beauty, and obesity is a common enemy for all women. Hearing that Hachiman had a special weight loss method piqued her interest instantly.
"Ah, actually..."
Unfortunately, Hachiman's words were cut off by Yumiko, who stuffed food into his mouth.
"Shut up!" The girl's face displayed a mix of embarrassment and anger.
Whatever he was going to say, she could easily guess.
There's no way she'd let you spill the beans on kissing for weight loss.
Seeing this, Mrs. Miura's lips curved into a smile.
"It seems there's still some little secret between you two. Since that's the case, Mom won't inquire further."
However, looking at the smile on her face, Hachiman couldn't shake the feeling that she misunderstood something.
"Rare to have such delicious food; I'll have a bit more."
Then Hachiman witnessed the mother and daughter playfully stealing each other's food.
Before long, dinner concluded, and the three sat in their chairs, taking a brief rest.
"Mmm... my belly is filled with Hikigaya-kun's creations; it's so warm and comfortable."
"Mom, really, why do you always try to steal mine?"
"It's a rare opportunity. It would be a waste to let Yumiko eat everything."
"But there's plenty, why do you keep taking mine?!"
"Because I always feel Yumiko's portion would taste a bit better."
"That's not true! It's all your fault, Mom; you spilled some on my stockings, and it looks awful."
"It's fine; Mom's stockings also have white marks. We'll wash them off together later."
"..."
After a short break, Hachiman proposed taking his leave.
"It's still early. Hikigaya-kun, would you like to stay a bit longer?" Mrs. Miura expressed some regret.
Hachiman shook his head, "No need. I have a younger sister at home; I should head back early."
He believed he left a good impression on Yumiko's mother this time.
"In that case, I won't keep you." Mrs. Miura nodded and then turned her gaze to her daughter, "Yumiko, why don't you see Hikigaya-kun off?"
"Sure, Mom."
The two walked out of the house, and by now, the sky had turned completely dark.
A full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver light.
Standing at the doorstep, Yumiko hummed softly, "You did well today."
"As long as you're satisfied," Hachiman smiled.
Watching Hachiman in front of her, Yumiko bit her lip, and finally whispered, "Be careful on your way back."
"Yeah, I will."
Hachiman nodded and turned to walk in the direction of his own home.
As he gradually disappeared from view, Yumiko also entered the house.
The residential area fell into silence once again.
A gentle breeze passed by, rustling the leaves.
The moonlight flowed like water, spilling a silver radiance all around.
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