Especially the hairline between the temples and the forehead, never paid much attention to it before. Now it seems, this part of the hairline vividly outlines the girl’s cuteness, with delicate skin and neatly grown beautiful hair, clear and distinct.
"Dressed so formally in the early morning?" Fujiwara Reya greeted with a smile.
"I have to wake up my mom who’s had so wine, then make Gyokuro tea for the lousy junior. Rinko is really busy." Hoshimi Rinko said sothing amusing.
The tea on the table emitted wisps of steam, like the tenderness and fragrance of a young girl.
"Tea made by an unmarried girl, it’s a world-class delicacy!" Fujiwara Reya praised.
"Really, don’t feel that way." Hoshimi Rinko replied disinterestedly.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya silently drank his tea.
"Do you two always bicker like this?" Mrs. Hoshimi entered the dining room with a smile.
"Generally speaking, I’m the bullied one." Fujiwara Reya replied.
Hoshimi Rinko half-closed her eyes and glanced at him, then shifted her gaze back to the breakfast on the table.
"The senior tacitly agreed!"
"I feel it’s not enough, Rinko should properly discipline you."
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Mrs. Hoshimi sat down beside her daughter, eating a fried egg, "Rinko, go ahead, drive him crazy with love, then kick him out with a swift kick!"
Hoshimi Rinko laughed a little, seeming quite interested.
In the hallway, Mrs. Kasahara walked into the dining room, rubbing her eyes.
"Early in the morning, first woken by Asuka, then by the seagulls, I couldn’t continue sleeping, poor ."
Behind her was the cheerful Kasahara Asuka.
The girl walked barefoot on the floor, her fair and delicate feet looked very pretty.
"Hey, look at you, is that appropriate?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her friend’s ssy hair and said, "Your hair looks like a bird’s nest, your pajamas are not properly worn, so shabby!"
"No way, living with n, sohow, I also beca sloppy. Married a sloppy man, how can I not be sloppy?" Mrs. Kasahara sat next to Fujiwara Reya, casually draping an arm over his shoulder, "Since Aunt Hoshimi dislikes sloppiness, why don’t you move out with ."
"I’m not sloppy!" Fujiwara Reya quickly denied.
"Ah~" Mrs. Kasahara yawned and leaned in, saying, "Give you a few pairs of stockings, the original ones."
Fujiwara Reya imdiately responded, "Thanks, I promise I won’t wash them!"
"Haha, still say you’re not sloppy!" Mrs. Kasahara laughed happily.
The black pupils embedded in her face looked particularly charming, with slightly raised eyebrows, beautiful double eyelids, a small mouth of extre beauty, and a noble and enchanting chin line. She’s the kind of beauty that can proudly stand above the world.
After a noisy breakfast, the two girls planned to go to town to buy shopping items typically for girls.
Fujiwara Reya was forced to take up tools to trim the garden plants.
Mrs. Kasahara, after hanging the washed clothes on the drying rod, laid under the porch eaves overlooking the scene. Bathed in the sumr sea breeze, warm and comfortable.
Mrs. Hoshimi sat beside her, stacking today’s newspaper on her lap, reading page by page.
Upon finding an amusing piece of news, she read it to Mrs. Kasahara. Because they had been interacting like this for a long ti, Mrs. Kasahara had a disinterested expression: "Yako, if you co out to play, shouldn’t you leave the newspaper alone!"
Saying so, she lazily lay down, resting her head on her friend’s thigh, looking out at the garden.
Fujiwara Reya, wearing blue overalls, was holding a lawn mower, then using large scissors to trim places the mower missed, raking the trimmings together, and sweeping them into garbage bags.
Doing such work requires patience. You could see from his focused deanor that he was definitely a person who could calm his mind, and anwhile, an excellent lawn trimr.
"Hey, Yako..."
"What?"
"That kid really did a lot of part-ti jobs; he’s really skilled at mowing lawns."
In truth, Fujiwara Reya had mowed quite a few lawns.
He was very skilled with the tools, and he rembered every step by heart.
First, he’d pick up any stones in the yard, to avoid breaking the mower’s blade, pull out the electric cord, start the machine, and the front of the mower would hang with a plastic basket, all the cut grass would go inside. When the basket was full, he would put the grass clippings into garbage bags, pile them aside and then dispose of them together.
"If he were an ordinary person, it would be so great to have him as a son-in-law." Mrs. Hoshimi said with so regret.
"Isn’t it okay if he’s not ordinary?" Mrs. Kasahara retorted.
"This..." Mrs. Hoshimi paused, helplessly said, "But what if he really is a magical creature?"
"So what if he’s a magical creature? As long as there’s no evidence, who dares to say anything!" Mrs. Kasahara said boldly, her eyes never leaving Fujiwara Reya.
Bright sunlight spilled across the lawn, shining yet gentle. The boy’s small body busily worked on the lawn, surrounded by emptiness, with only the shadow accompanying him closely.
The Grand Tengu, one of the three major demons?
From his deanor, it didn’t really seem like it.
But if he indeed was the Grand Tengu, that would still be okay; after all, that photo is really handso... Mrs. Kasahara stroked her face with her palm, saying with emotion, "Such excellent genes, how great it would be to have a Kasahara descendant with Fukaeri."
"A descendant with no Kasahara blood at all?" Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at her.
"What does it matter..." Mrs. Kasahara laughed, slipped her fingers into Mrs. Hoshimi’s hair, making her previously tidy hair ssy again, "As long as they and their descendants sincerely acknowledge as their elder, it doesn’t matter if there’s a blood connection or not."
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