Chapter 599 Brother Hanyu is partial

Chapter 599 Brother Hanyu is partial

In the kitchen, Hanyu Kusunoki took out ingredients from the universal capsule.

By the way, he picked up Mrs. Yoshida's apron and put it on. The apron was printed with cute cartoon patterns, which formed a wonderful contrast with his tall and handsome image.

He first washed the fresh shrimps that Ayumi liked to eat, peeled off the shells neatly, and put the shrimp meat aside for later use.

Then, multitasking, he cut the pork belly into thin slices and stir-fried it in a hot pan. With the sound of "sizzling", the aroma of the meat instantly spread and filled the entire kitchen.

Thanks to the blessing of telekinesis, Hanyu Kusunoki seemed to have countless pairs of invisible hands. He was seen washing rice in an orderly manner while directing the flow of water for washing vegetables. The vegetables on the cutting board were cut into shapes of uniform size under his control.

The rice in the rice cooker gradually becomes soft, sticky and sweet surrounded by steam. In the soup pot next to it, the fragrant soup is bubbling as it is slowly simmered over low heat.

He can finish a team's work by himself.

The movements are smooth and orderly.

Don’t even mention it. If you were to screw in screws, you would make a lot of money.

The sumptuous dinner that originally took more than an hour to prepare was shortened to half an hour under Hanyu Kusunoki's efficient operation.

slap~

"knock off!"

Hanyu Kusunoki gave a crisp snap of his fingers, and the pots and pans that were busy flying in the air in the kitchen just now seemed to have heard the assembly call, and instantly returned to their original positions in an orderly manner.

Looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, Hanyu Nan's mouth corners slightly raised. Then he took a towel to wipe his hands, served a bowl of milky papaya soup, and walked out of the kitchen.

In the bedroom, Mrs. Yoshida was lying on the bed resting, with a hint of fatigue between her brows.

The fierce battle just now made this little woman, after tasting the limit of happiness, fall from her floating state in the clouds and fall softly on the bed like mud, savoring the aftertaste of the event.

Hanyu Nan came in with soup and sat down at the head of the bed. Looking at the young woman with a lazy spring look on her face, she smiled and said, "Madam, dinner is ready. Come and try my cooking."

Mrs. Yoshida opened her eyes slightly and saw Hanyu Kusunoki sitting beside the bed with a bowl of steaming papaya soup and a gentle smile on her face.

In an instant, she seemed to be hit in the heart.

A trace of happiness surged in her heart. She pulled the quilt to cover her bare shoulders, and a blush appeared on her cheeks: "You...how did you finish it so quickly?"

Hanyu Nan chuckled and placed the bowl of soup on the bedside table. "Since you have worked so hard just now, I must reward you."

Mrs. Yoshida's face turned redder after hearing what he said. She hit his arm with a bit of reproach, but also full of tenderness: "You still say! It's all your fault... so... so..."

She hesitated for a long time, and those shy words seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them. In the end, she was so embarrassed that she simply buried her head in the quilt.

It looks just like a shy kitten, with only a slightly trembling back, which makes people feel both cute and pity.

Seeing this, Hanyu Nan couldn't help laughing, reached out and pulled her out of the quilt, and said softly: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Come, drink some soup first."

As he spoke, he picked up the soup bowl, gripped the soup spoon with his slender fingers, scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it to his mouth and blew gently, and the hot steam slowly dissipated, bringing with it the aroma of the soup.

He handed the cooled soup to Mrs. Yoshida's mouth and said, "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Mrs. Yoshida opened her mouth and took a sip.

The soup tasted delicious and rich, with a light papaya fragrance, which instantly whetted her appetite. She couldn't help but take another sip, looking at Hanyu Kusunoki with sparkling eyes.

"It's delicious! Why do the things I make always taste a little bit worse?"

Ever since Hanyu Kusunoki said before he left that he preferred her when she was plumper, Mrs. Yoshida has been working hard at home these days, concentrating on making papaya soup.

But, the taste is always a little bit off.

However, the effect is obvious. Compared with the thin young woman when they first met, she is now obviously fuller-bodied, with more graceful and charming curves, like a flower that blooms more and more beautifully, exuding a mature charm.

At least I don't have to worry about my future children going hungry...

In response to this question, Hanyu Kusunoki raised his eyebrows proudly: "This is an exclusive secret recipe, the kind that is passed down to men and not women."

Mrs. Yoshida laughed at him.

The two were sharing their experiences intimately when they suddenly heard brisk footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.

Hearing the voice, Mrs. Yoshida suddenly became nervous.

She quickly sat up from Hanyu Nan's arms, frantically tidying up her hair and clothes that had become messy because of the intimacy just now, and kept muttering under her breath: "Oh no, oh no, why are you back so early."

Typical of a man who forgets about his daughter after having a lover.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Ayumi's crisp voice came from the door, accompanied by the sound of her bouncing footsteps.

Mrs. Yoshida quickly responded, "Hey, Ayumi, mom is in the bedroom!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly got out of bed, straightened her skirt, and walked quickly to the bedroom door.

Hanyu Kusunoki leaned lazily against the head of the bed with a playful smile on his face, watching Mrs. Yoshida's panic with a leisurely look.

He also slowly adjusted his collar.

Ayumi pushed open the bedroom door with force, and her little head poked in like a curious little rattle. Seeing her mother standing at the door with a blush on her face, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red!"

Mrs. Yoshida smiled awkwardly, with a hint of unnaturalness. She reached out and touched her daughter's head, trying to hide her panic. She said in a soft voice, "Nothing, Mom was just drying her hair, and it's a little hot."

Ayumi blinked her big eyes, obviously not quite believing this explanation, but she did not ask any more questions. Instead, she turned her head to look at Hanyu Nan in the bedroom. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she shouted in surprise: "Hanyu brother! Why are you here!"

Hanyu Kusunoki smiled, sat up, and waved to Ayumi: "Ayumi, come here."

Ayumi immediately ran over happily, threw herself into Hanyu Nan's arms, raised her pink little face and asked, "Hanyu brother, are you here to see me?"

Hanyu Nan ruffled her hair and said with a smile, "Yes, I came to see Ayumi today, but I was playing hide-and-seek with my mother just now, and you almost found me."

He used the excuse that the two of them had just made up on the spur of the moment, looking very natural, as if they were really just playing an ordinary game.

When Ayumi heard this, the corners of her mouth that had been raised suddenly pouted, and she said in dissatisfaction: "Brother Hanyu is partial! He didn't even take me with him when playing hide-and-seek with mom!"

"Isn't this Ayumi still young?"

Holding the little girl's soft body, Hanyu Nan said comfortably with a doting smile on his face, "When Ayumi grows up a little bit, she can play games with her brother.

When she heard that she couldn't play games with her beloved big brother, Ayumi got anxious instantly, her face flushed red, and she quickly said, "Ayumi is not little anymore, she is already in the first grade, she can play games with mom and brother."

As she spoke, she straightened her chest, and her small chest tried hard to push forward, like a little adult. Then she counted the signs of her growth on her fingers, trying to prove that she was mature enough.

It's just that she doesn't understand yet that adults' words cannot be taken seriously.

Playing games and "playing games" sometimes have two completely different meanings...