radicalducati Page 138
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Looking at the water droplets splashing in the pool, he paused for a moment, then said loudly:
"Teacher Yukino!"
"Are you... trying to run away again?"
"I..."
In the front hall, Yukino Yukari was taken aback upon hearing this.
Her feet, clad in high heels, involuntarily stopped in place.
Beneath her meticulously applied makeup, there seemed to be a sensitive unease and a desire to avoid conflict.
Am I... going to run away again?
Just like five years ago... Should we run away?
"I'm no smarter at 27 than I was at 15."
What difference would it make if we had a few more years at this age?
I can't get over that threshold deep within my own heart...
No matter how many years you grow old, you still have no choice but to escape.
Yukino Yukari is such a sensitive woman.
This is her evaluation of herself.
But a sensitive person might encounter a boy who pays close attention to their every move...
Sometimes I also feel a warm sense of being valued and cared for.
only. . .
Beyond this sense of warmth, there are also societal views on teachers and students, and prejudices against age.
Therefore, five years ago, as a teacher, she was naturally someone who stood at a high level.
She had connections to rely on, and the maturity of her age, even if she was running away...
They can also use the excuse of "adult matters are none of children's business" to evade responsibility.
But five years later.
The teacher-student relationship has disappeared, and the maturity of age has vanished as well.
All she could rely on was the excuse that the adults had something to do.
Is something really wrong...?
She herself couldn't explain it.
After drying himself off, Qingye lifted the curtain and stared straight at her.
"Teacher Yukino, don't run away this time."
"I..."
Yukino Yukari kept her head down, and her expression was obscured by the shadows.
She was like a clumsy student who had been called on to answer a question in class, stammering and not knowing what to say.
Qingye looked at her but didn't press her for answers. Instead, she smiled slightly, showing a hint of youthful shyness: (Read exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
“I’ve come all this way, I can’t let the teacher go back hungry.”
"If Shizuka finds out, she'll definitely make me realize how powerful Hiratsuka Shizuka's Fist is."
"What do you want to eat? We can't just keep eating the discounted yakisoba like Saitama and the others..."
Perhaps it was Aoba's teasing reminiscing about fun times at school that relieved Yukino Yukari from feeling suffocated by being cornered.
She raised her head slightly and looked at the boy smiling under the bright yellow light.
That smile allowed her to remember many things, and also to forget many things.
If... then maintaining the current relationship is fine too.
Humans are highly adaptable to social relationships.
They can always quickly find their place in new social environments and relationships, and convince themselves with various reasons.
Under Aoba's deliberate teasing, Yukino returned to the table and sat down again.
The awkwardness from when we first met was gone.
"Hmm... Give me one of your best dishes, but just so you know, if it's not good, I won't pay."
Yukino smiled back at Aoba, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
"Don't worry, I won't let you down."
This time, Aoba didn't mention the teacher, who was an obstacle standing in Yukino Yuka's way.
He wouldn't be so tactless as to say that.
Aoba returned to the kitchen with a smile on her lips.
If I were to cook for Yukino-sensei, that would be it.
The food he ate the first time he went to Yukino's house.
Perhaps it was the contact with Kasumigaoka tonight that upgraded my shorthand skills.
As a result, my memory has improved a lot.
Memories of the past have also become clearer.
That bowl of sukiyaki was the first dish that Aoba had ever tasted cooked by Yukino-sensei.
The method of making it is also very simple.
First, slice the beef shoulder into thin slices, then grease the pan with butter, and then put the beef on it to fry.
The only thing you need to pay attention to is the heat.
He still remembers how Yukino-sensei, on her first cooking experience, turned the fine Wagyu beef into charcoal.
Although in the end it all ended up in his stomach...
However, the taste was actually alright; it wasn't too bad.
After the beef is pan-fried, it is simmered with oden broth, soy sauce, and mirin to make a sauce.
The moment the amber sauce seeps into the snowflake pattern is the moment when the flavor of this dish is elevated.
"Please enjoy your sukiyaki."
The cooking was very quick this time, with almost no time between meals.
While Yukino Yuka was still smiling, seemingly reminiscing about her past experiences, sukiyaki was already served on the table.
"this..."
Looking at the sukiyaki in the bowl, with its perfect caramel brown color, undergoing the Maillard reaction.
Yukino Yukari was momentarily stunned.
turn out to be...
He still remembers.
In an instant.
A smile blossomed on her face.
The genuine smile beneath her exquisite makeup seemed to overshadow the entire small shop.
"Try it quickly."
Aoba pushed the sukiyaki away.
Although this dish wasn't glowing, it still contained what he wanted to say to Professor Yukino.
"Um..."
Yukino Yukari nodded in a daze.
The two sat facing each other around the table, as if they had returned to five years ago.
The scene of me inviting him to my home.
Same people, same food...
Besides the environment, people's mindset has also changed.
"I'm gonna start now."
Yukino held the chopsticks across her face, closed her eyes slightly, and clasped her hands together.
She was really looking forward to Aoba's cooking.
He opened his eyes, picked up a piece of beef, and dipped it in the egg mixture next to him.
The moment the golden egg yolk coats the tender beef and enters your mouth, the surging umami flavor rushes straight to your head.
In this process, Yukino seemed to sense Aoba's perseverance over the past five years, from an empty shop to a packed house.
His helplessness when he first opened his small shop...
The sense of relief I felt when the people of Aonosuke's town helped me.
A touch of pride when you conquer all your guests with your culinary skills.
The experiences of the past five years seem to have been condensed into this sukiyaki.
that is...
It's clearly a delicious dish, with a very good flavor.
But why do I feel heartbroken and guilty?
The person in front of me gradually blurred, and the steam rising from the sukiyaki seemed to fill my eyes.
The stench was so strong that Yukino Yukari dared not look up for a moment.
Aoba just stood there quietly watching her from across the room, without saying a word.