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Although it couldn't compare to the Frost Dragon that Aoba hunted together, its meat was just as good.
You can feel the tenderness and crispness of the meat just by handling it. It requires almost no cooking skills. Simply blanch it, slice it, and add some sauce to bring out the original flavor of the meat.
It's a pity that Esdeath didn't bring enough meat to make this dish; otherwise, Aoba would have liked to try other cooking methods.
"Wait a moment!"
Esdeath frowned as she watched Aoba leave on the table. She picked up half of it with her chopsticks and put it in her bowl, then pushed the plate over to her. "I can't finish the rest. You can keep the rest for yourself."
A dangerous dish made by Aoba; eating it will make you a little stronger.
She didn't want to see Aoba not even sparking her interest in the betting game.
He needs to become stronger!
"..."
Aoba paused for a moment when Esdeath pushed the dish towards her, then gave an awkward laugh. "Are you serious?"
"You're so long-winded."
"Okay, consider it my processing fee."
As they were talking, Aoba took the remaining slices of meat to the kitchen, prepared them slightly, arranged them on a plate, and then served them to Reiko outside.
"Lingzi, this is good stuff, remember to finish it."
"Eh? But..."
Reiko Natsume was sitting at the table, propping her chin up and watching Madara frantically eat, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she seemed lost in thought.
As a result, Aoba gave her the pieces of meat that Esdeath had left behind, which left the girl somewhat bewildered.
After all, Esdeath's furrowed brows on the other side made her a little scared.
As it turned out, it was Otome who laughed out loud first.
"Puch~"
"Who gives gifts using other people's things? Lady Aoba really doesn't understand girls' hearts at all."
"Besides, it happened in front of other people, which will hurt some people's feelings."
Aoba shrugged and spread her hands as she listened to Otome's teasing:
"This is very good stuff, would you like to try some, Otome?"
"Eh? Is there any left for me?" Yamabuki Otome covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes glancing at Esdeath beside her as if she and Aoba were a married couple. "But I don't need to, after all..."
"If someone is unwilling, I will have taken advantage of her and my momentum will be weakened."
The words fell.
Click! ! !
Esdeath's chopsticks snapped instantly, and she expressionlessly picked up the spoon from the plate.
"Ahem..."
Seeing this, Aoba coughed twice, knowing he couldn't provoke her any further. "Alright, if Otome has nothing else to do, you should head back now."
"I'll wait for Reiko to come with me."
"Huh? You live together?"
"Didn't Lord Aoba say he agreed to let Reiko join the Hundred Demons Group? As the group leader, he definitely has to take care of the group members."
"Um..." Reiko suddenly blushed and raised her hand, "Otome-nee, did you just hear that?"
Yamabuki Otome smiled and nodded meaningfully, looking at Reiko with a meaningful gaze:
"If it was what Reiko really thought, I definitely wouldn't have heard it. But if she joined the Hundred Demons Group, I heard it very clearly."
bang~
Lingzi's legs hit the table leg, making a sound, which slowed down Ban Ganfan's movements.
"Reiko?"
"I'm fine, have some food."
Reiko turned her head to look at Aoba, then cautiously glanced at Otome's face, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing amiss.
Fortunately, I only heard it. If I had seen her secretly kiss the shop manager, I don't know if Otome-nee would have been angry.
This secret must be kept at all costs!
Thinking of that beautiful moment, Reiko's heart started pounding, so she decided to eat with Ban as well.
Aoba walked to the bar, silently took off her apron, and leaned against the door frame to rest for a while, relaxing her tired nerves.
After all, it had been a fierce battle all night.
He wasn't physically exhausted, but the Ice Lotus technique, which combined heaven and man, had truly drained his spirit.
My consciousness gradually faded, and in that half-asleep, half-awake state, I heard faint voices mixed with the sound of rain hitting the windowpane:
"Oh no, oh no, I'm going to be late!"
Aoba suddenly snapped back to reality and listened intently—the sound was coming from outside the window, and judging from its location, it seemed to be very close to him, right at the window.
Her voice sounded like she was about the same age as Kasumigaoka and Reiko.
After the words were spoken, there was a flapping sound of wings, indicating that the creature was not very large and did not resemble a large-winged monster like a tengu.
Qingye silently opened her eyes, looked around, and realized she was lying on the bed on the second floor.
On the bedside table, a mountain hibiscus was in full bloom.
Memories of last night vaguely surfaced in his mind. He had fallen asleep leaning against the door frame in front of the bar, and it must have been Otome and Esdeath who carried him up from behind.
"You can't do that again..."
Aoba rubbed her brow; the throbbing pain there felt somewhat tingly.
After resting from the battle at Toyama Park last night, he could sense that his mental strength had increased slightly, though not much, but better than nothing.
With a thought, the phone next to Yamabuki Hana was turned on.
"It's already 7:30?"
Aoba got up, wiped her face to clear her mind, finished washing up in the bathroom, put on the clothes Bai Xiang Li had given her, and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom.
I have to say, passion fruit has a really good eye.
The fabric of the clothes is very comfortable, and the fit is also very good. There is no brand 1ogo here, not even high-end brands have this type.
It should be considered a custom-made garment.
"This is really a huge debt."
Aoba straightened her collar, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled helplessly.
It seems I'll have no choice but to sell myself to pay off my debts.
High-end custom-made formal wear is not cheap. Even if the two richest men in Qingye shop visited every day, it would take them at least a week to afford it.
Based on Bai Xiang Li's salary, it would probably take half a year to save enough.
jingle--!
After I finished washing up, the phone rang at just the right time; it was Bai Xiang Li.
"Hello? Passionflower."
"Aoba, are you up yet?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was still very gentle, but judging from the surrounding noise, they had probably already arrived at the school and started working.
"It's almost eight o'clock. The opening ceremony of the cultural festival will start at nine o'clock, so don't be late."
"besides!!"
Yukino Yukari's voice suddenly turned serious, "Don't call me Yukari at school later. Remember to call me Yukino-sensei, understand?"
After all, Aoba returned to the opening ceremony as an outstanding graduate.
If her other colleagues found out about the relationship between Aoba and her, who knows what would happen next.
Therefore, such things are absolutely not allowed in schools.
Aoba chuckled softly upon hearing this, "Then what does Yukino-sensei think our relationship is?"
What kind of relationship?!
One sentence made Bai Xiangli blush, and she couldn't even speak properly, "I... I can't be exposed later anyway."
After saying that, he realized his tone was a bit too weak, so he simply adopted the tone he used when he was Aoba-sensei:
"What if it's not finished..."
"Teacher Yukino, are you calling your star pupil again?"
A series of teasing and jokes came from the other end of the phone.
beep--
The call was hung up directly.
Aoba packed her things, went to the backyard, and pushed her bicycle out.
The sky was already bright, and after last night's torrential rain, the streets smelled of fresh rain.
Outside his second-floor window, there was a wet stain, as if some creature was taking shelter from the rain outside the window.
I guess it's some kind of small animal.
Aoba locked the shop door on the first floor and rode towards the market along Aonosuke Street.
It was still early, enough time for him to buy groceries before heading to Toyonosaki.
The air in Aonosuke Street is fresh in the morning. People come and go, their feet splashing in the water on the ground, and they greet each other when they meet.
The door of the brothel at the street corner was half closed, and a few petals of the many brightly colored flowers in the trash can at the entrance had fallen after a night of wind and rain.
Aoba arrived at the street corner, intending to ride towards the market, but out of the corner of her eye she saw a rather flashy sports car parked on the roadside not far from the street corner.
As he came out, a smooth arm stretched out from the driver's seat, followed by neat, short hair with bangs.