Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 747 - 457: Nighttime Cardio (Part 2)

Minamoto Tamako looked shocked, wondering if Mr. Deer had beco human-like. Had she finally managed to guide that lazy, petty, selfish Mr. Deer onto the right path after all her efforts?

This would be the mont for a BGM to kick in, but unfortunately, she couldn’t think of a fitting song. She was thrilled yet unsure how to express it, so she walked into the kitchen, tip-toed, and patted Fushimi Roku’s head, "Well done! Really great!"

Fushimi Roku actually had a bit of a rebellious streak; he felt uneasy when praised, glancing sideways and saying, "I didn’t say you don’t have to do housework anymore, just sharing the workload, understand?"

Minamoto Tamako still looked gratified. Even if it was just sharing, it was unprecedented progress. She was very satisfied, nodding with a smile, and casually stroked Fushimi Roku’s hair.

Fushimi Roku couldn’t free his hands, so he let her.

An hour later, dinner was ready, tonight’s nu was braised lion’s head atballs, kung pao chicken, winter lon spare rib soup, and garlic hollow heart greens.

As Fushimi Roku brought the final bowl of steaming winter lon spare rib soup to the table, the rich aroma filled the entire living room.

Minamoto Tamako and Taira Sakurako had long been enticed by the sll and couldn’t sit still. Taira Sakurako even sneaked into the kitchen, trying to steal a peanut from the kung pao chicken, but Fushimi Roku gently tapped her hand with chopsticks.

"No stealing food," he said sternly.

Taira Sakurako maintained a poker face, silent, as she stared longingly at the dish. The kung pao chicken was glistening with a sauce, the chicken tender, the peanuts golden and crispy, garnished with red peppers and green scallions, enticing just to look at.

Once the three were seated, Minamoto Tamako eagerly picked up a piece of braised lion’s head atball. The atball was tender, and with a light poke, the rich sauce flowed out. She took a bite, her eyes lighting up instantly, "Mmm! So tender! The at juice is so fragrant! Did you add water chestnuts to the filling? It’s crunchy, the texture is fantastic!"

Fushimi Roku didn’t say anything, just kept his head down, eating.

Then, Minamoto Tamako picked up so kung pao chicken with chopsticks; the chicken was fresh and tender, the sauce sweet with a hint of spiciness, the peanuts crisp, filling her mouth with aroma as she chewed. She ate the chicken with rice, while Taira Sakurako’s chopsticks also flew, leaving only the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing and chewing at the table.

Soon, the three were full and satisfied. Fushimi Roku threw down his chopsticks, reverting to his old habits, leaving Minamoto Tamako and the others to wash the dishes while he went to take a shower and rest.

Minamoto Tamako was long used to this; she had a small mouth, ate slowly, and was not yet finished, her cheeks puffed, chewing.

"Sakurako, eat more, you’re growing," she said, giving Taira Sakurako so vegetables, thinking she shouldn’t end up short like herself, "Balanced nutrition is important, don’t just eat at, have so hollow heart greens too."

But Taira Sakurako didn’t appreciate it; to avoid the hollow heart greens, she counter-attacked with care, saying to Minamoto Tamako, "You shouldn’t just eat at; at this rate, you’ll beco a fat criminal police."

Tamako’s chewing suddenly stopped.

With rice grains still sticking to the corner of her mouth, she looked down at her belly with so anxiety, asking, "Have I gotten fat?"

"Of course, you’ve gotten heavier. Eating so much every day, high oil, salt, and carbs, and you haven’t been exercising much recently, right? You used to keep up with exercises." Taira Sakurako shook her head, picking out the hollow heart greens from her bowl, sighing, "Ever since you started dating Fushimi Roku, you’ve beco more undisciplined."

Minamoto Tamako awkwardly put down her chopsticks, saying she was full, and hurried downstairs with a trash bag.

She claid she was going to throw out the trash, but actually went to the pharmacy to use the free scale.

pounds.

She really had gained weight.

Suddenly, Tamako felt a bit anxious. Mr. Fushimi’s culinary skills were simply too good; following him for free als every day, occasionally enjoying his desserts, it was really difficult to control her weight!

Could it be that this was the indulgence of love?

She pinched her small belly; although visually it wasn’t much, just soft, she still missed her previously flat belly, even with a hint of abs...

No, starting tomorrow, she must continue exercising!

As for dieting, that was impossible for her whole life, not healthy at all. If she wanted to lose weight, she had to rely on exercise; exercise was the way!

Influenced by the older generations, Tamako believed one should eat more and move more.

Work was already exhausting enough; being deprived of the pleasure of enjoying food, it would be better to be dead.

After returning ho and taking a shower, she ntioned the matter to Fushimi Roku while blow-drying her hair.

The latter was lying on the bed reading manga. Japan’s manga industry was truly thriving, with endless interesting manga to read; he found it fascinating and easily beca engrossed.

Upon hearing Tamako’s complaint, Fushimi Roku didn’t lift his head and said, "Let share a fun fact; kissing can burn calories, almost reaching the effect of doing aerobics."

This was the rumor he heard and used most in his previous life.

In fact, mild kissing burns two to three calories per minute, similar to basic tabolic rate while sitting, slightly higher than doing nothing, while more passionate kissing, with sustained embraces and slight body movent, burns five to seven calories per minute, akin to the calorie burning of a slow walk, far from aerobic exercise.

Purely tales to coax girls into kissing.

Tamako paused, shutting off the hair-dryer with a click, "Really?"

Fushimi Roku flipped the manga page, casually saying, "If you don’t believe it, go check the encyclopedia!"

Tamako half-skeptically asked, "Does the encyclopedia really record such things?"

Fushimi Roku confidently replied, "Future encyclopedias do ntion it."

Thinking the encyclopedia ntioned it, Tamako thought it must be true; it seed she had no choice but to kiss Mr. Fushimi to lose weight.

Tamako shook her head, quickly blowing her hair into a lion’s mane style.

She reached over to turn off the room light, snuggled into bed, and quietly asked Fushimi Roku, "Want to join in losing weight?"

"I’m fit." Fushimi Roku replied.

His attribute values had reached their limit, and to continue increasing, specific upgrade tasks were required.

Having so many attribute points piling up was a waste, so Fushimi Roku used them as special effects for weight loss.

Often staying ho caused him to gradually gain weight, lose muscle, attribute values dropping, and when visible changes appeared, he would max out his strength attribute, instantly recovering his body shape.

This was Fushimi Roku’s secret to staying fit.

Tamako didn’t believe him; she lifted Fushimi Roku’s pajamas, feeling confident in his muscles, finding no extra fat, instantly raising her brows in disbelief: "Did you secretly work out behind my back? No wonder you take leave from work every day; are you going to the gym when I’m away?"

"No." Fushimi Roku honestly replied.

"Then what’s going on?" Tamako asked seriously, patting his abs, "No fun soft flesh at all; where did all the chips and cola you consud go? Evaporated?"

"I have divine power, you know!" Fushimi Roku shalessly boasted as he leaned closer to Tamako, "But if you want to lose weight, I can help you."

Minamoto Tamako angrily took a bite.

The two snuggled under the covers, kissing for ten minutes. As Fushimi Roku reached out, Tamako slapped his hand away, "Focus on the aerobics!"

"I have an even more effective aerobic exercise to recomnd..."

Before Fushimi Roku finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a small light from the door crack, realizing that little Sakurako was filming again after dinner.

He quickly got up, confiscated the cara, instructing Sakurako to honestly wash dishes, bathe, and go to bed after finishing the dishes.

Sakurako had no choice but to comply, after all, she had been paid.

Once Sakurako left, Tamako refused to kiss, worrying they might be seen or heard by Sakurako, and wouldn’t let Fushimi Roku touch her.

Fushimi Roku had no choice but to give up, quietly pondering how to get rid of the little lights when free soday.

The two slept peacefully, passing the night without incident.

The next morning, the alarm clock rang, and the three got up on ti. Fushimi Roku went to take Sakurako to school; this ti, he didn’t make excuses, dropping off the elentary school student before going to work earnestly.

As soon as he entered the police station, Fushimi Roku sensed sothing was off.

He saw Minamoto Tamako sitting despondently at her desk, while colleagues whispered around. He approached, figured out what was going on.

Yesterday, the couple Tamako was responsible for, one of them died at night.

Yakai Mutsumi had stabbed Kuroda Kotaro to death.