Chapter 209 This kitchen looks familiar

Naturally, I got the flavoring from my promiscuous aunt. I don’t know how she prepared such a colorless and odorless potion. When dissolved in the water, the water is still clear and transparent, with no smell, and I don’t even want to take a sip.

What will you notice.

Just like the first time, Natsume Naoki just felt dizzy, as if he was drunk, which made him isolate himself for a while afterwards, thinking that his drinking ability had become so bad.

Moreover, Asai carefully asked Nanamiye to make sure that the medicine would not react with alcohol or seasonings before he dared to use it with confidence.

Let’s not talk about what happened to Amamiya Chizuru and Izumi Mio. Just saying that this was something Natsume Naoki was going to put in her mouth. She had to be more careful and never make any mistakes.

Some time ago, Asai went to the infirmary and wanted to find out the recipe for the medicine and make it himself to ensure that it could be used in the future.

But Nanamiye seems to have her own unique obsession, and even her niece didn't tell her.

Asai wanted to know how to make the potion because she was not sure whether a passionate kiss required [Fragment] to stay awake, or whether once the emotional value reached the threshold, any skin-to-skin kiss between a man and a woman would have an effect...

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[Fragments], [Feeling Points] and [Return] were all mentioned by Aunt Natsume before she came out of Hokkaido, and some were added by the priest of Teine Shrine.

Teine Shrine is at the foot of Mount Teine, where Naoki Natsume's hometown is. It is said that the orthodox shrine is on the mountain. The foot of the mountain was later built by the monks of the shrine as a temporary foothold to facilitate transportation, and it gradually became known to people.

, so that it replaced the original location in the eyes of the world.

But in fact, it doesn't matter. If it doesn't work tonight, she will look for another chance.

This is the duty of a maid. In order to make Natsume Naoki whole, and in order to make him remember the truth of the past, Asai Mao has been prepared to work hard and run around for several years or even more than ten years.

This trip to Tokyo has exceeded her expectations. She was able to find two fragments so quickly, and no matter how bad the outcome was, she could bear it.

On the other side, in the kitchen, Chizuru Amamiya walked half a circle around the door with her little hands behind her back, looking at the decoration in the kitchen and the kitchen utensils.

"The kitchen decoration is not bad! Is it your taste or the taste of your little maid?" She asked: "I think it is your taste. You can't let your little maid move in early, right?"

Natsume Naoki followed the words and smiled: "It's not my taste. I rented this house for four years since my freshman year, so it's the landlord's taste."

"Oh... the landlord's..." Amamiya Chizuru looked at it carefully again: "Actually, there are some flaws upon closer inspection. The kitchen utensils are not bad, and those bowls and chopsticks in the window... don't tell me that those were also bought by the landlord.

."

Natsume Naoki was a little helpless: "Of course I bought those things. The landlord would never leave you kitchen utensils or anything like that. Even the electrical appliances were bought by me after I moved in."

Finally he figured it out and joked: "You just say this in a roundabout way just to compliment me?"

Amamiya Chizuru widened her eyes and said angrily: "Are you interesting? I came to your house as a guest and I know you. Instead of praising you, I praise the landlord who I have never met before...

Neuropathy!"

Izumi Mio and Natsume Naoki were both stunned when they heard this. The latter shook his head helplessly, thinking that indeed, whatever words came out of your mouth were so natural.

The emotional intelligence of Comprehension 9 is high, even if you are praised openly, you will not feel any compliment.

Izumi Mio couldn't see the information box in Natsume Naoki's eyes, so she didn't know about such a thing as 9 points of comprehension, but this didn't stop her from improving her impression of this elementary school girl in her heart.

Dare to speak, dare to do, and speak openly.

In fact, when Naoki Natsume first met Chizuru Amamiya, the word "loose and generous" came to mind.

I feel that this description is inexplicably suitable for my small figure, as if this word was designed for Chizuru Amamiya.

"What to do? It smells so good!"

The little guy came up to take a look. Natsume Naoki's height was there, and the large iron pot used for stewing soup was a cylinder that went straight up and down. Chizuru Amamiya put her little hands on his shoulders and tilted her feet to look.

Natsume Naoki then laughed: "Beef brisket soup and a pot of vegetable soup are simmering over there. You can just wait outside for a while. There is no reason to let the guests do anything."

At this time, Asai also walked in, and the medicine had been given. All that was left was to ensure that dinner was done as early as possible, otherwise things would change if it was late.

"How's the soup? You should go out to rest and show some hospitality to the guests. The water for moisturizing your lips is ready. It should be cold after it has been left for a long time."

These considerate words did not sound so good to Natsume Naoki's ears. He looked at Asai Mao, who was walking slowly, wearing a maid outfit. He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes slightly. He could not see the senior sister and the young rich woman.

He blamed her to the point of saying: "You must have done the "Jockey Rider" in my house!"

The maid blinked her innocent eyes, naturally she would not admit it at this time.

On the contrary, he seemed to not understand what he was saying at all, and his voice was a little louder: "Master, what are you talking about..."

"Yo yo! Hurry up and get the bowls and chopsticks. The pot is already boiling, so hurry up and put it on the plate."

Over there, Natsume Naoki immediately pretended that the beef brisket soup would become mushy if cooked for a second longer, and started to bluff.

Amamiya Chizuru saw that the kitchen was starting to become lively. She raised her eyes and looked at the kitchen utensils that were of good taste. Then she lost all interest and walked out of the kitchen to the living room.

After successfully interrupting Asai, Natsume Naoki glared at her and whispered, "I'll settle the score with you later."

Asai raised his eyebrows, thinking that he didn't seem to clearly distinguish between the younger brothers in the family... Well, I felt sorry for him tonight. He was drugged three times in half a year. Although he had good intentions, he couldn't bear it.

Just let him be happy.

"The soup is far from that level yet," Asai took the spatula from Natsume Naoki's hand and naturally squeezed to his side: "I'd better do it, go out and sit."

Such an intimate gesture made Izumi Mio feel a little dazed, a little disappointed and envious.

I still don’t know why two people who were originally childhood sweethearts turned into two masters and servants living under the same roof.

Maybe it was because he had learned some cooking skills, or maybe because the two of them had a tacit and enviable way of getting along, Izumi Mio unconsciously took two steps forward and said, "I'll help too, even though my skills are not as good as those of recent ones."

Yue just started learning, but starting with a little help can always help, and I’ve also learned how to use all of Natsume-kun’s kitchen utensils.”

Asai glanced at her after hearing this. It seemed that her guess at the school festival was correct. In order to cook a meal for Naoki's brother, she went to learn cooking skills.

I don’t know if my gracious letting go has allowed her to succeed, and whether Brother Naoki has eaten the food cooked by the girl he likes.

But it doesn't matter. If we succeed tonight, everything will become a thing of the past.

"Eh?"

Approaching the stove, Izumi Mio was stunned.

I always feel that the placement of the cooking utensils and pots and pans in front of me looks strangely familiar.

Probably sensing the senior's doubts, Natsume Naoki took the lead and asked: "What's wrong, senior?"

"I feel like... I've seen the layout of Natsume-kun's kitchen before. When I came in just now, I was only attracted by Amamiya-senpai to admire the decoration and kitchen utensils, and I didn't pay attention to the cooking utensils."

After thinking for a moment, Izumi frowned more and more, thinking that she had seen this kitchen layout somewhere.

So she took out her phone and logged into YouTube, and found the YouTuber who taught Chinese food that she often subscribed to in her collection of videos.

Natsume Naoki and Asai looked at each other curiously or warily, and then had different expressions, but the same slight surprise appeared on their faces.

Then the atmosphere became a little... subtle.

Natsume Naoki's expression became more stunned. He looked at his senior and then at Asai, digesting the news.

And Asai, with his terrifying talent of 8 points of comprehension, understood everything the moment he saw his own homepage on the screen, rolled his eyes and remained silent with a smile.

Do you think there are such coincidences in the world?

Now she felt much less resentful about Izumi Mio cooking a meal for Naoki's brother.

Have you eaten the delicious food cooked by your beloved girl?

It's a pity that even this rice tastes like me.

A kind of abnormal NTR pleasure arises spontaneously, small, shallow, not too awesome, but very happy.

Asai felt that he was somewhat satisfied. This was much happier than leaving a pornographic novel on the bed while cleaning and then deliberately guiding the girl to visit his bedroom.

Why would someone hit the muzzle of a shady maid for fun?

"this person……"

"Looks a lot like me, right?" Asai took the lead and looked into Izumi Mio's eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Izumi Mio just saw the sincerity and frankness in Asai's eyes.

Those eyes that are as clear as a clear spring cannot hide anything.

So Izumi Mio easily believed in Asai, but she didn't know that even acting was a necessary skill for a maid.

"It's a pity that it's not me. It's just that the kitchen looks like... Look, her kitchen looks different from mine." Asai came to Izumi Mio, tilted his head and occupied half of the screen space.

Natsume Naoki squeezed to the back.

Izumi Mio followed Asai Mao's guidance, looked at the differences between a few videos and being in the kitchen, and nodded.

Little did she know that the video was taken shortly after Asai arrived. A few months would be enough time for some changes to occur in the kitchen, which was evidence of her denial at this time.

"The most important thing is, look at this person and compare carefully. He doesn't look like me, right?" Asai pointed at himself.

Natsume Naoki's ears twitched slightly. When he heard this sentence, his first thought was the scene when he was watching a Chinese medicine video and Asai asked, "Do you have dysmenorrhea too?"

I seemed to have compared the sizes of the "two people" at that time, and finally came to the conclusion that Asai might have been padded.

So he felt guilty and did not dare to see Qianjing.

"It seems...it's different." Izumi Mio glanced at the faceless YouTuber in the video, then looked at Asai carefully, and nodded in agreement thoughtfully.

Asai just smiled and said nothing, his eyes narrowed even more.

A dog can't spit out ivory. Sister, you'd better explain which side looks bigger.
To be continued...