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"Freshly squeezed watermelon juice!"
"Oh..."
Ryusei Kiryu nodded, a little puzzled.
Is watermelon juice really that red?
Sayuri took out two clean glasses and filled them with watermelon juice.
"Here, Ryusei-kun, cheers!"
Ryusei Kiryu picked up his glass, clinked it with Sayuri's, and then took a tentative sip.
It was sweet, with the refreshing taste unique to watermelon.
It really was just watermelon juice.
Sayuri directly picked up a piece of fried fish with her fingers and put it into her mouth.
"Wow, it's delicious! I didn't expect Ryusei-kun to be such a good cook!"
"Not at all, I just followed the recipe."
"That means Ryusei-kun is very talented! Have you ever considered becoming a chef?"
"Not at the moment."
"That's such a pity!"
Sayuri wiped the oil from her fingers, picked up the glass pitcher, and poured Ryusei Kiryu another glass of watermelon juice.
"This glass is to thank Ryusei-kun for helping me spread the powder yesterday. I finally got a good night's sleep last night! I'm telling you, I slept until noon today, so I made up for the sleep I lost the night before..."
Ryusei Kiryu picked up his glass and slowly drank, listening as she spoke.
Buying watermelons to make juice in early summer like this was quite a luxurious act in the island nation.
Miss Sayuri is also a rich lady.
Her income surely isn't just from renting out this old apartment building.
After finishing another glass of watermelon juice, Ryusei Kiryu got up to leave.
"Ryusei-kun, wait a moment!"
Sayuri took the plate of fried fish to the kitchen, transferred it to another plate, then washed the original plate clean and brought it out to return to Ryusei Kiryu.
"Actually, I could have just taken it back to wash."
"How could you!"
Ryusei Kiryu reached out and took the plate, his impression of Miss Sayuri improving even more.
Perhaps his previous impression of her was a misunderstanding.
Miss Sayuri should not be that kind of strange woman.
Ryusei Kiryu, holding the plate, went upstairs and returned home.
Sayuri stood at the doorway, smiling as she watched his retreating figure, a trace of intrigued color flashing in her eyes.
Once Ryusei Kiryu's figure was out of sight, Sayuri turned back to the kitchen, holding the plate of fried fish in her hand, and slowly savored it while standing at the doorway.
"Although the taste isn't as good as those professional chefs at Totsuki, it contains the pure heart of a young man..."
Sayuri narrowed her eyes, a look of enjoyment appearing on her face.
Soon after, someone else came down from upstairs.
She had delicate features, an indifferent expression, and silver hair.
Sayuri looked at her and said with a smile, "Miss Yukino, off to work?"
Yukino Mifuyu glanced at her and responded faintly, "Mm."
Sayuri held up the plate in her hand and said, "Want a piece of fried fish? Ryusei-kun made it, and it tastes pretty good."
Yukino Mifuyu's gaze fell on the golden, crispy fried fish.
Ryusei-kun.
That high school student who lived next door to her.
She frowned slightly and said coldly to Sayuri, "I'm warning you, don't lay a hand on ordinary people."
Sayuri sighed and said, "Miss Yukino is so fierce. I've always followed the rules, you know."
Yukino Mifuyu said nothing more and left directly.
Sayuri watched her retreating figure and pouted.
She picked up a piece of fried fish, threw it into her mouth, chewed, and mumbled to herself:
"This woman is so fierce, no one will want her in the future... But Ryusei-kun is quite interesting. He feels different from the other tenants. Is it because he's a transfer student? I wonder if he..."
Sayuri's voice became inaudible.
She opened her mouth and put her finger into it, delicately licking off the fried fish crumbs.
At this moment, her appearance seemed somewhat enchanting.
Yukino Mifuyu walked outside the apartment and threw away the garbage bag.
She opened the small bag on her shoulder, took out her phone, and checked the time.
It was still early.
She could go have dinner first.
No, for her, this should be considered breakfast.
Yukino Mifuyu put her phone back into her small bag.
Her small bag was not filled with various cosmetics like a normal girl's.
Aside from her phone, some identification, and paper money, there was only a very old videotape.
"Sayuri is also working hard, isn't she?"
A slightly hoarse female voice suddenly sounded, emanating from the videotape.
Yukino Mifuyu did not respond.
"Constantly resisting one's nature only leads to a stronger outburst in the end, doesn't it?"
"That's her business."
Yukino Mifuyu said indifferently.
"I'm only responsible for the cleanup."
"Then I wish our little neighbor good luck..."
Chapter 16: Their Respective Dinners
Back home on the third floor.
Ryusei Kiryu cooked some rice and, while waiting, also quickly made a seaweed and egg drop soup.
After placing the rice and soup on the table, Ryusei Kiryu took out the portion of fried fish he had prepared earlier for dinner from his inventory.
The golden, crispy fried fish was steaming hot, just as if it had been freshly fried.
Ryusei Kiryu looked at the dinner in front of him, took out his phone, snapped a photo, and then opened LINE.
Ryusei Kiryu only had two friends on LINE, and both of them had been added today.
He first sent the photo to Eriri.
After waiting a few seconds, when he saw "Read" displayed next to the sent photo, he long-pressed the photo and unsent it.
Then, he saw the words "User is typing..." appear.
Ryusei Kiryu closed that chat window and resent the dinner photo to Katsura Kotoha.
Katsura Kotoha seemed to be busy at the moment; a minute passed, and the photo still didn't show "Read."
Ryusei Kiryu didn't mind, and he opened Eriri's chat.
[Eriri: ?]
[Eriri: Why did you suddenly send me a photo like that?]
[Ryusei Kiryu: Sorry, sent it to the wrong person.]
[Eriri: How can you even send it to the wrong person! You're such an idiot!]
[Ryusei Kiryu: Yes, yes, I'm an idiot.]
[Eriri: Did you make this yourself?]
[Ryusei Kiryu: Yes, I did. Alright, no more chatting, I'm going to eat.]
Eriri looked at the message on the screen and pouted.
What the heck!
Chatting with me, a beautiful girl, isn't as important as eating!
Eriri scrolled through the message history, thinking about the dinner photo she had just seen before it was unsent.
Fried fish, egg soup, rice.
Simple, but it looked decent.
She didn't expect him to have made it himself.
Well, as a transfer student living alone, he would naturally have to cook for himself.
Thinking about it, it was quite pitiful.
Eriri's lips curved slightly upward, as if she had found a small point of superiority.
But, now that she thought about it, if he said he sent the wrong photo, then who was he originally going to send the dinner photo to?
His parents abroad?
Or a friend?
Could it be the author of the light novel he wanted her to help promote?
She wondered if the other party was a man or a woman... Eriri couldn't help but overthink it.
Until her mother, Sawamura Sayuri, called from outside the door:
"Eriri, come out and eat."
"Okay!"
Eriri came to the dining room and saw that today's dinner was already set on the table.
It was much more elaborate than the fried fish and egg soup in Ryusei Kiryu's photo.
Eriri looked at the other empty chair and asked, "Dad didn't come back?"
Sawamura Sayuri said, "He has to work overtime. Let's eat first."
Eriri grumbled discontentedly, "Overtime again? Why does he work overtime every day..."
Hearing this, Sawamura Sayuri's face showed a hint of helplessness.
The mother and daughter sat together and ate.
Sawamura Sayuri casually asked, "How have things been at school recently?"
Eriri remembered what had happened today, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's alright..."
Sawamura Sayuri looked at her with a hint of suspicion and asked, "Nothing happened, did it?"
Eriri shook her head and said, "No, it's just that the Art Club activities are a bit much, too busy."
Sawamura Sayuri smiled and said, "Is that so? Well, it can't be helped, after all, you're the ace of the Art Club. Oh, by the way, I remember you have other nicknames too, like 'the school's number one fair-skinned girl,' 'Tonosaki's Golden Legend'..."
Eriri's face flushed, and she said exasperatedly, "You don't need to say those strange nicknames out loud!"
It was fine when other girls at school said it, but hearing her mother say it directly at home felt like a public execution.