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Matsumae Shinchun placed his fingers together on his chest, tilted his head slightly, and smiled.
Fujii Itsuki didn't expect that as her teacher, he could not help but smile just by being praised by the girl.
Overjoyed.
"Are the batter coated well?" He used a spoon to separate the pickles in the pan one by one.
"Just right. Strange, the teacher is so good at making pickles even though it's his first time. When Xinchun first started learning, it took him many tries to get the timing right before putting the pickles in the pot."
"Matsumae, you're making me feel embarrassed by all the praise you've given me."
"Teacher Fujii deserves the title." Matsumae Shinchun nodded slightly.
Fujii Itsuki is only responsible for coating the fish with batter and putting it into the pan; matters such as controlling the temperature of frying still have to be controlled by Song Qian.
He temporarily stepped back and watched Matsumae Shinchun busy in front of him.
On the side, the mini lobster rolls, bacon-wrapped chili, mini bagel pizzas, and grilled chicken wings with sweet and spicy sauce that she had prepared in advance were already laid out.
Each one is delicious and beautifully presented.
This was not the first time that pickled cucumbers were made, but these dishes were made by Matsumae Shinchun by following the instructional video step by step.
She is so thoughtful.
I just said casually that I wanted to eat some American food.
Fujii Itsuki stood behind her, looking at her long brown hair falling down to her waist and her busy figure in front of the kitchen counter wearing a brown apron.
The girl's neck was as white as jade, with a few strands of hair scattered on it.
The more I saw how sensible Matsumae was, the more I felt sorry for her sad look after being bullied by Xiao Jiuhua just now.
".Are you okay?"
"Teacher?" Matsumae Shinchun was puzzled, "Why did you say that suddenly?"
"Jiuhua spoke to you so coldly just now, like a stranger."
Matsumae Shinchun turned around and continued to pick up the fried pickles, "It's okay."
At this time, through the gap in the corner of the door outside the kitchen, a pair of purple eyes were secretly peeking into the kitchen.
Fujii Itsuki: "You obviously think Jiuhua is so important. She was your only playmate when you were a child."
"Xiaoyue must have her own reasons."
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Should I say now that Jiuhua was angry with you in the past? She took the initiative to break up with you?
Fujii Itsuki thinks not.
Matsumae Shinharu is indeed strong. As a young lady, she has experienced two car accidents involving her mother and classmates, so she must have the psychological ability to endure.
But this doesn't mean she won't feel heartbroken.
When she felt heartbroken, Fujii Itsuki felt himself inexplicably heartbroken as well.
Firstly, this child would never say that she felt sad or bitter inside, and she kept it all to herself. Secondly, Fujii Itsuki also promised Sakurahaku that he would take good care of Matsumae in Otaru.
Matsumae suffers from anxiety disorder.
Fujii Itsuki thought about it and said, "Just now when Jiuhua asked me to come here, I asked about the things between you two. Jiuhua said that she didn't hate you."
When Matsumae Shinchun heard this, the spoon she was using to scoop up the pickles stopped in mid-air.
The girl couldn't believe it.
At this moment, her mind was immediately flooded with many thoughts and beautiful memories of the past when she held hands with Xiaojiu and Huayue.
Matsumae Shinchun was so excited that she turned back immediately, but in her haste, the pickles in the spoon fell down, spilling the hot oil and splashing onto her hands.
"what--!"
The spoon fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?!"
"Not bad."
"Quick, rinse with cold water first."
Hot oil splashing on hands is a common problem in the kitchen. Fujii Shu asked her to go to the sink and rinse the water. He opened the refrigerator to see if there was any ice cubes that could be used for cold compress.
Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, I only found one watermelon popsicle. The rest were ice cream.
It seems that Matsumae quite likes eating these snacks.
Forget it, popsicles will do.
Fujii Itsuki came to Matsumae Shinchun with a popsicle in her hand. She was washing her skin with cold water.
"Matsumae."
"teacher?"
"Stretch out your hand."
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Matsumae Shinchun hesitated for a moment, but after a few seconds, she still reached out.
"Both hands are a little burned?"
Fujii Itsuki originally wanted Matsumae to hold it himself. After all, it is not appropriate for men and women to touch each other, not to mention that they are in a teacher-student relationship.
Both of Kesong's hands were splashed with water, and the injuries were all on the right side of the back of his hands. He could only reach for another watermelon popsicle.
Both popsicles were placed on the right side of the girl's hand, and Fujii Itsuki pinched the sides of the popsicles while also pinching Matsumae Shinharu's little hand.
The two faced each other.
How could a girl's hands be so soft?
This was the first thought that came to Fujii Itsuki's mind when he touched her little hand.
When Matsumae Shinchun's hands were held, she lowered her head in embarrassment, her face flushed.
At such a close distance, Fujii Itsuki saw the small teardrop mole under the right corner of Matsumae's eye. The child's eyebrows and eyes looked too much like the professor's.
It's just that she is younger than the professor, prettier and more charming.
This child is so beautiful.
Jiuhuayue was watching outside anxiously with a frown on her face. When she saw Fujii Itsuki holding a popsicle and pinching Matsumae Xinchun's hand, she became anxious.
She knew it!
She already knew it!
That's what Xinchun is like!
Without you realizing it, the things you care about in your heart will be quietly taken away!
She was too lazy to care about the past, after all, it was too long ago. But what was this? Why did he take away her only good friend?
Jiuhuayue couldn't help it, and rushed in with a "click".
When Fujii Itsuki and Matsumae Shinharu heard the noise, they both looked towards the door at the same time.
Both of them saw that Jiu Huayue was very anxious, her face was tense and her brows were furrowed.
"Nine flowers?"
"X-Xiaoyue?"
"let me!"
Jiuhuayue pushed Fujii Itsuki away, and reached out to grab the two popsicles at the same time, along with Matsumae Shinchun's two hands.
The moment she pushed Fujii Itsuki away, she breathed a sigh of relief.
My tense heart also relaxed.
Fujii Itsuki didn't understand what was going on at all. "Jiuka, what are you doing?"
Why did this girl suddenly rush in?
Jiu Huayue turned to glare at him, but after a second or two, she seemed to think it wasn't his fault, and pouted, looking away:
"Is it not okay for me to care about Matsumae-san?"
When Matsumae Shinchun heard this, her hazel eyes lit up and her tone became much brighter, "Xiaoyue."
"That being said, why did you suddenly barge in? Why couldn't you just say no? Why are you being so rude?"
Fujii Itsuki vaguely realized that Xiao Jiuhua might be jealous of him.
It's just like Chitose being jealous of himself.
Chitose would always hint at the topic of his conversation with any girl even if he saw her talking to her for a while.
In order to avoid being discovered and feeling unhappy, Chitose would use a lot of words to cover up her purpose.
It is almost the same as the current Jiuhua.
You said you were doing it for Matsumae, but actually you are just jealous!
Hi.
Poor Matsumae, he still looks pitiful, as if saying, "Xiaoyue finally cares about me."
Fujii Itsuki only sighed in his heart and did not expose Jiuhuayue.
"I'll go get the fried pickles."
As soon as Fujii Itsuki left, Jiuhuayue felt even more relaxed.
"Xiaoyue, Teacher Fujii just said that Xiaoyue, you——"
Ah, another trouble has come.
After many years, Matsumae Shinharu felt the feeling of being held by her childhood sweetheart again. Although the environment was very strange, the words Xiaoyue said just now must have been out of concern for her.
Jiu Huayue didn’t think so much about it. She just wanted to get out of here.
"Yeah, uncle is right."