Fujiwara Izaya opened the broken wooden door with green panels, and Kasahara Asuka stood at the door looking left and right curiously, not missing any detail.
The walls are very thin, the floor creaks under the footsteps of seniors, and the windows are open to the west. The natural light that can come in during the day is probably limited to the sunset. The sink is clean, there are no food residues, and there is a function on the refrigerator door.
Shopping note stuck with scotch tape.
No matter how you look at it, they are all ordinary kitchens.
If we can tell the characteristics of the owner, it is probably that he loves cleanliness and is rigorous in doing things.
"What do you want to eat?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Asuka will eat whatever you do, senior." Kasahara Asuka replied obediently.
"I've never seen such a shameless person like you." Fujiwara Izaya opened the refrigerator door, took a bottle of orange juice and threw it to her, "Just sit here and drink it, don't run around."
"Uh-huh!"
Asuka Kasahara put her bag and hat on the small dining table at the door of the kitchen, then sat down and drank orange juice.
There is a potted withered tulip on the dining table, as well as note paper and gel pens. The figures of daily expenses are recorded in neat fonts on the note paper.
There are several thick and magnificent beams on the ceiling overhead, and the late spring sunshine pours in through the windows.
"Want to eat hot pot?" Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and asked.
"Okay!" Kasahara Asuka excitedly raised her small fist high and cheered loudly: "Asuka likes hot pot the most!"
"After you finish eating, disappear from my eyes." Fujiwara Izaya cursed, took the ingredients in the refrigerator to the dressing table, and slowly began to wash the rice, put it in the pot, and wash the vegetables and put them on the plate.
Kasahara Asuka sipped ice orange juice and looked at Fujiwara Izaya's back from outside the door.
His knife skills are very beautiful, flexible and rhythmic. At first glance, he looks like someone who often cooks at home.
"Do you want help?" Asuka Kasahara asked.
"No, I'm used to doing it alone. If you come in, it will disrupt my rhythm." Fujiwara Izaya washed the baby cabbage and enoki mushrooms, and turned around and asked: "You'd better make your purpose clear before eating, you are a rude guest.
!”
"I'm here to help senior remove spirits." Asuka Kasahara said in a relaxed tone, with the corners of her mouth raised.
"How do you know?" As soon as Fujiwara Izaya asked, he immediately remembered that her sister was a senior member of Section 9.
"Listen to what my sister said," Kasahara Asuka's answer was consistent with what he thought. "The last experience of exterminating spirits with senior was so nostalgic. Asuka wants to relive it again. Senior won't refuse, right?"
Looking at the playful and delicate face, Fujiwara Izaya held a kitchen knife and said coldly: "Reject, I don't want anyone to hold me back when I am removing spirits."
Kasahara Asuka held the orange juice bottle in both hands, tilted her head, and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a "huh?" expression, as if she didn't understand why he said that she was holding back.
She is a mid-level miko!
I wish I didn't dislike him, a senior who is not even a low-ranking priest. How dare he say that he is holding him back?
"I won't take you with me anyway," Fujiwara Izaya turned around and continued washing vegetables. "The workload of removing spirits is huge, and I have to protect you, so even if I get the 1 million yen from Section 9, it will still be a loss-making business.
"
"...Money?" Kasahara Asuka's little brain reacted and she couldn't help but chuckle, "No problem, how about I pay double?"
As if he was afraid that she would regret it, Fujiwara Izaya immediately replied: "Deal!"
Earned it.
I was originally going to take her to remove spirits to complete the system tasks, but now I can earn an additional 2 million yen. How can I not make the poor guy excited?
Kasahara Asuka, who had his back turned, laughed, and Kasahara Asuka also achieved the initial goal, with the same satisfied smile as Fujiwara Izaya on her face.
Teenagers and girls with evil intentions all think they have earned something.
The soup base in the pot made a slurping sound, and the aroma of the hot pot base spread.
The dishes were not very rich, just a few simple vegetables and fungi, plus a plate of beef and a plate of chicken wings. Fujiwara Izaya was already very hungry. After taking out drinks and ice cubes from the refrigerator, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece.
Thinly slice the beef into the pot.
As soon as the perm was finished, Asuka Kasahara opened her mouth and moved her face towards her: "Ah~"
For the sake of 2 million yen, Fujiwara Izaya put the first piece of scalded beef into her bowl.
"Senior!" Kasahara Asuka clenched her hands into small fists and put them in the corners of her eyes, wiping her tears while choking: "As the first boy to accompany Asuka to dinner, you, senior, have destroyed all my illusions with this piece of wood!"
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't stand her squeamish look and picked up the beef again with serving chopsticks.
"Ah~" Asuka Kasahara stopped crying immediately.
He threw the beef into the girl's mouth.
"Well -" Kasahara Asuka chewed a few times, and a contented sigh came from her little lips.
"I can't stand you..." Fujiwara Izaya sighed, tore open the package of a pack of udon noodles, poured the noodles into the pot, boiled it for a few minutes, took it out, and ate it slowly.
The noodles were chewy and the soup was fragrant. It was better than any udon noodles he had ever eaten before. He didn't know why, so he couldn't help but tear open another bag and throw it in to cook.
"Asuka wants it too!" Asuka Kasahara handed over the bowl.
Fujiwara Izaya gave her some noodles and put two pieces of tofu filled with soup on top.
"Senior, please always be so gentle." Kasahara Asuka said to him in an encouraging tone, picked up the tofu and put it in his mouth, but was burned by the soup inside.
"Ah~"
"So hot——"
Wrinkling her delicate little face, the girl's soft red tongue spit out slightly.
Looking at her cute and innocent gesture, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh out loud.
A breeze comes in from time to time through the open window, and the sun-yellow curtains sway quietly. The wind still carries the smell of cherry blossoms. Opposite is a beautiful girl sitting with her Prada handbag on the table. He is in a surprisingly good mood now.
Probably because it was the first time I ate at home with a girl.
The bubbles in the iron pot were buzzing, the heat was filling the air, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
While the two were eating, they chatted about irrelevant topics, such as the weather, scenery, sexual fetishes, and the like.
Um.
Of course, the topic of sexual fetishes was started by the little bitch who smashed the school girl.
After finishing the hot pot, Fujiwara Izaya packed up his things and returned to his room to finish his homework for the weekend.
Kasahara Asuka naturally followed him every step of the way.
The small room is cool and comfortable. The walls and floors are made of wood, and there are many paintings hanging on the walls. The floor is filled with miscellaneous boxes, the bookcases are filled with books, and Haiyu has a small stereo.
Although messy, it is clean.
Everything seems cheap at first glance, but it gives people a natural feeling of comfort.
Asuka Kasahara feels...
It was probably because the senior was more handsome that she had such an illusion.
"Senior, do you like painting and music?" She curiously looked at the painting tools and several different musical instruments on the ground.
"It's not so much that I like it, it's better to say that it's for life." Fujiwara Izaya turned his back to her, sitting at the desk and opening his homework book, "In my free time when I don't have to remove ghosts, I will do various part-time jobs and go to bars to sing.
Painting portraits for people on the street and the like.”
Kasahara Asuka sat down on a pile of stacked books and pressed the hem of her skirt with both hands: "This is such a waste of time. You should focus more on practicing Shinto spells. You must know that there is an upper limit to physical skills.
, so far there is no one who can reach the general level of strength just by relying on physical skills."
"If you don't want to work to make money," Fujiwara Izaya looked back at her and asked jokingly: "You support me?"
"OK!"
Kasahara Asuka replied without thinking.
Due to the angle of the lighting, her figure had a different kind of hazy feeling. Her white shoes without any stains and her slender and well-proportioned legs wearing white stockings seemed to be covered with a layer of light cloth.
Even she herself was dyed slightly yellow, like a character in an old photo.
This color made Fujiwara Izaya feel relaxed and happy, and he felt like he was meeting an old friend again after a long time.
He even wanted to go up and hug her.
This feeling of intimacy is not bad, nor does he object to it.
"Why are you staring at people like this?" Kasahara Asuka asked knowingly, her clear and bright eyes shining with pride.
"I just thought I saw you and a little bear rolling on the hillside in spring." Fujiwara Izaya followed her example and answered the question.
Kasahara Asuka tilted her head slightly and smiled sweetly like her girlfriend next door: "Senior is a weirdo!"
"It's not weird," Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and said, "It's just that my brain was short-circuited for a while. I must have been confused by something."
"Senior is praising me again." Asuka Kasahara put her chin in her hands, and her posture was as girlish as she wanted.
"Enough with the nonsense!" Fujiwara Izai smiled nonchalantly and looked away.
It was late spring, and the Tokyo sky outside the window was exceptionally blue.
In this spring that is a little different from the past, Fujiwara Izaya puts his hand on his chin and holds a gel pen in the other hand, dazed like a sleepy cat. At this time, his mood seems to be that he is really hugging his hair.
The soft little bear rolls on the grassland.
But in the next second, Asuka Kasahara looked past him and saw two pairs of stockings, one black and one white, on the table. Her little devil nature was aroused, and she immediately dyed the tenderness in the room.
Layer yellowish tones.
"senior--"
"Asuka's two pairs of socks, have you used them yet?"
"If you haven't used it before, Asuka can now personally help senior——"