Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 224 Home Cooking

The second week in June was neither hot nor cold.

If I have to say it, the wind is a bit annoying.

After buttoning the collar of his jacket, Natsume Zehei got out of the car and looked at the apartment in front of him.Although it is not the first time to come here, but it is the first time to only get along with Konda-sensei.

Is it okay to say it? Although they are teachers and students, although there is a difference of ten years.

Still thinking, Konda Yumiko stepped upstairs.She turned her head and told Natsume to wait here for a while before changing her clothes before coming back.

After changing into regular clothes, she took Natsume to a nearby supermarket to buy fresh ingredients.

Walking on the street, there were still some water stains on the ground. Yumiko Konda had a careless temper and didn't care about her feet at all. She stepped on her shoes wet after a while.

In addition, Natsume's trousers were also stained with water by her stepping on them.

Glancing at Yumiko Konda, Natsume Zehei walked and observed the house, wondering how to solve the problem of mold in the house.

"What are you thinking?" Yumiko Konda asked suddenly.

".what?"

Because the voice was very close, Natsume Zehei subconsciously took a step back and looked sideways.

The female teacher next to her was wearing sandals, a white blouse on her upper body, and home shorts on her lower body. Her big white legs looked hot and sexy.

Natsume had to admit that she really looked good after changing clothes.

Not only him, but even the passing tourists couldn't help but look away after seeing it.

"Fascinated by the teacher's charm?" Yumiko Konda raised the corners of her mouth and waved her hand at him again, "Sorry, sorry, you are still too young, come back after graduating from university."

"No, I was thinking about how to solve the moldy house." Natsume Zehei replied, neither humble nor overbearing.

He pointed to the house in the distance, "My house is a wooden building similar to this one. If the mold problem is not dealt with, it will stink in summer."

"It's not easy to solve the mold?" Yumiko Konda clasped her hands behind her head. "Usually close the windows, go to the supermarket to buy bleach, mix it in a specific ratio, and then spray it on the wall."

"So that's the case, thank you." Natsume Zeping bowed, and said with emotion: "Mr. Kinda knows a lot."

"I have eaten more rice than you for ten years, and I still have some experience." Yumiko Konda said.

"More than ten years and five months." Natsume reminded.

"Damn it, why do you remember this kind of thing so firmly!"

Noisy and noisy, and soon arrived at the supermarket.

The two walked separately, each choosing the ingredients.

In the fresh food area, Natsume Zeping stopped in his tracks.

Fresh pork, onions, garlic moss, and some seasonings. For vegetables, Natsume Zehei was responsible for it alone, eggplant, beans, white radish, and cabbage. At the end of the shopping, he also chose some sausages.

Although it looks like a lot, the prices are very cheap.

"And this, please—" Yumiko Konda walked towards the counter with half a dozen beers.

"Thank you for your patronage, it's all" the female salesperson smiled, occasionally turning her eyes away, looking at Natsume next to Yumiko Konda, guessing the relationship between the two in front of her.

Natsume Zehei didn't care what she was thinking, and urged Konda Yumiko to hurry up and not waste time.

After going out, the two each took two big bags of food and walked towards the apartment.

Open the door, the living room floor is a bit messy.

Old newspapers lying in the corner, unfolded magazines, half-drunk Coke bottles, and bundles of garbage bags. Single young women are really scary.

Natsume Zeping has black lines all over his head, and he doesn't know where to set his feet.

"I live alone, so I don't care that much." Yumiko Konda said awkwardly, "Don't worry about it, let's go in first. It's not good to be seen by the neighbors bringing a boy into the house."

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Natsume Zeping walked in, stepping on as much space as possible.

"Ms. Kinda tidy up the living room first, and I'll cook." Natsume Zehei said, tying up the apron hanging on the hook.

The apron was pink with a rabbit pattern embroidered on it. After wearing it, Natsume Zehei looked like a gentle junior from the junior department.

Konda Yumiko was drooling a little, thinking that it would be nice to have such a younger brother.

After a while, she noticed Natsume's vigilant gaze, and she came back to her senses: "Hey—are you coming? No need, the teacher will burn it."

"I don't want to eat the dark dishes made by Mr. Kinda." After Natsume Zehei finished speaking, he glanced at the table, wondering where this woman had the courage to ask him for a treat.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Natsume." Yumiko Konda bowed and began to tidy up the living room.

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Natsume Zehei turned around and came to the kitchen. First, he washed everything, and then heated up the oil.

He cut up the pork, put the fat in it, stir-fried it constantly, and added various sauces.

Then comes the ingredients, first potatoes, then eggplants, beans.
Not long after, a scent came out from the kitchen, making Yumiko Konda's stomach growl.

She slowed down and inhaled continuously through her nose.

“It smells good.”

Konda Yumiko put down the garbage in her hands, thinking that in the future she must find a boyfriend who is as proficient in cooking as Natsume.

At seven o'clock in the evening, you're done.

A few plates of fried vegetables, a plate of fruit, a pot of boiling water, and a little lettuce salad.

In the center is a large plate filled with stew.

Konda Yumiko's eyes straightened, she couldn't believe this was his cooking skill.

"and many more--"

Seeing that Natsume Zehei wanted to eat, Konda Yumiko interrupted quickly.

"what happened?"

"I'll take a picture first—" She picked up her phone and snapped it with two clicks.

Looking at Natsume Zehei's puzzled eyes, Konda Yumiko explained: "Knowing how to cook is a plus when you're on a blind date."

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The teacher is bewildered.

Natsume Zehei first gave Yumiko Konda a bowl of rice, and then gave himself a small bowl.

She picked up a chopstick.

"good to eat!"

"yes."

"Really, Natsume, try it!"

"I'm starting." Natsume Zeping put his hands together and said softly.

For a while, no one spoke at the table, and everyone was eating.

When he was half full, Natsume Zeping put down the bowls and chopsticks, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, and prepared to wash the dishes.

When she came back, Konda Yumiko turned on the TV and was watching the evening news.

She turned her head, put her hands on the ground, and asked lazily:
"How is the training of the support team recently?"

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Natsume Zeping walked up to her and sat down, asking strangely.

"Just ask." Yumiko Konda said.

"no problem."

"Then I'm relieved. Although I'm an instructor in name, I haven't been there once, so I feel a little bit sorry."

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"By the way, there will be a cultural festival after the sports festival—" Yumiko Konda said.

"At that time, it will not be under the control of the Department of Spirituality."

"why?"

"The reason why the minister went to the support group was mainly because he didn't want the Spiritual Department to disband." Natsume Zehei explained, "When the sports festival is over, she has no reason to stay there, and the same goes for me."

"This is impossible!" Konda Yumiko changed from a half-lying position to a sitting position.

(End of this chapter)