Onmyoji, a nobleman in Heian-kyo

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Honami Ichinose originally had a good reputation for needlework in modern times.

And in this era, it goes without saying.

Especially as she had more free time, she began to gain some insights into clothing research.

"Make me a boxing glove too," Kiryuin Fuka said.

As soon as she spoke, Honami Ichinose's smile froze slightly: "...Gloves?"

"Really? It should be very simple, right? I'm not sure... after all, I've never made one before."

Kiryuin Fuka noticed that Ichinose Honami seemed somewhat "insecure," and immediately understood that she couldn't do it.

Honami Ichinose quickly replied, "Sure! I'll try to do it, but I don't know if it will suit your taste."

"As long as it doesn't feel prickly when you wear it, it's fine."

"That would probably require very crude skills to achieve that level."

Honami Ichinose said to Fuka Kiryuin with a serious expression.

When making clothing to cover the body, the most important thing is to avoid having any loose threads that could prick or irritate the skin; otherwise, no matter how beautiful the clothing is, no one will like it...

Thinking about all this, Honami Ichinose went on and on about clothing manufacturing.

Xingge, who was eating silently not far away, remained quite speechless.

"Do women necessarily have to be good at housework? If so, I'd have to learn a lot now... But Nijika knows these things too, so it doesn't matter if I'm not good at them?"

That's probably it, right?

Xingge was unsure of what was going on, and her gaze drifted to her younger sister, Hongxia.

While still taking small bites of dinner, Hongxia was already pondering whether she should put more effort into improving her culinary skills.

Considering that I am basically the one who drags the band down, I can only take it slow for now.

“Hongxia, your cooking skills are also very good…” Boqi-chan suddenly asked in a low voice.

Hongxia quickly shook her head: "It's not that good. Compared to professional chefs, I'm just an average one."

“You don’t need to compare yourself to a professional chef,” Yamada Ryo said. “It’s like comparing yourself to a professional drummer; the difference is obvious.”

"Liang, finish your food before you talk!"

Hongxia said to Yamada Ryo with a bit of annoyance.

Yamada Ryo gave an "oh" and silently swallowed the food.

"Does Pochi-chan want to learn to cook?" Kita Ikuyo asked curiously, her eyes practically sparkling with gossip!

Kita Ikuyo, who is often curious about the taste of love, always wants to understand it.

And it's quite obvious that Boqi-chan has changed a lot these days.

This naturally couldn't be kept from Kita Ikuyo, who was sensitive to love gossip. Given that Pochi was too shy and socially awkward, Kita Ikuyo also wanted to take the initiative to ask.

Otherwise, that would be too troubling.

"I'm just curious..." Pochi tried her best to appear calm and not let her flustered expression show. "I just wanted to find out, there's no other reason."

This is just a cover-up!

Hiroi Kikuri subconsciously lowered her head, concealing the exaggerated expression of confusion on her face.

"Poch-chan is definitely in love! She wants to learn to cook and become a virtuous wife!"

Kikuri Hiroi understands this so well!

In the past, she felt that she could never be popular, so she was too lazy to think about housekeeping.

Like those clueless men who always demand that women know how to cook, Hiroi Kikuri simply ignored them. After all, she wasn't going to get married, so learning how to make instant noodles or buy food was enough for her.

Now? Kikuri Hiroi occasionally wondered if she should learn some basic cooking skills?

It's really embarrassing to say that someone this grown up knows absolutely nothing about cooking...

Therefore, Kikuri Hiroi gradually ignored it.

The main reason is that she doesn't think Kyosuke Kosaka needs a wife who might not be very good at cooking; she'd rather have a wife who plays the bass exceptionally well.

"Actually, it's not that difficult. Just take it one step at a time and don't make any changes to the recipe in the early stages, and you'll basically be a qualified chef..."

Nijika, who knew quite a bit about Pochi-chan, already had a guess. On the surface, she pretended not to know and patiently answered some of Pochi-chan's questions.

Boqi listened attentively, her mind already conjuring up images of herself as a virtuous wife cooking for Kousaka Kyosuke.

She now deeply regrets not listening to her mother and learning the skills a bride should have.

Learning these days always seems rushed.

"I used to have some interest in learning to cook, but I suddenly realized that no matter how I made the dishes, they were all inferior to those of Kyosuke-sama, so I gave up on that idea."

Yamada Ryo suddenly said something.

The moment he finished speaking, an unspeakable silence seemed to fall around him, as if time had stopped.

Pochi-chan, who was still harboring some special emotions, froze instantly.

My thoughts stopped for a moment...

—Is the dream of being a virtuous wife gone?

Princess Goldfish, who had overheard what the group was saying, couldn't help but speak up.

"It's okay. The most important thing about cooking is love. As long as you convey your love, there won't be any problems..."

After spending several days in the underworld, Princess Goldfish and Princess Blue lived and ate together, and naturally had a lot of interaction.

Among them, some of Qing Ji's ideas began to influence Jin Yu Ji.

Perhaps it's not accurate to call it an impact.

"After talking with Qingji, I'm gradually coming to understand some things that I didn't understand before."

Princess Goldfish whispered.

She secretly glanced at the man eating his meal out of the corner of her eye—her own man. The sight of him ignited an indescribable emotion within her, like a spark igniting within her…

"like?"

Pochi-chan stared blankly at Goldfish Princess.

Princess Goldfish said firmly, "It's all about love. As long as there is love, even simple meals can taste delicious."

"I see? I understand..."

Boqi quickly regained her fighting spirit.

She refused to believe that she couldn't make a dish that tasted almost as good as Kyosuke Kosaka's. She added that with the addition of "love," she was sure that Kyosuke Kosaka would be full of praise for the taste!

"—?!"

Kousaka Kyosuke, who was still silently eating his food with his head down, was filled with a strange feeling.

This is how the same thing?

In fact, even though Kyosuke Kosaka didn't really want to eavesdrop on what his partners were saying, his keen senses always allowed him to hear things unconsciously.

Just like eyes are on your own body, unless you deliberately close your eyes, you can definitely see what you can see.

The same applies to the ears.

Kyosuke Kousaka heard some words that were all too familiar to him.

"How did Qing Ji manage to instill her ideas into Jin Yu Ji? This is not a good idea."

Ultimately, Kyosuke Kosaka probably didn't want his partners to have such strong feelings for him.

In simple words.

One yandere is enough; having a few more would be too much of a problem.

Soon, all these troubles disappeared.

Because after dinner we had to take a bath, and the specially expanded bathhouse was big enough for everyone to soak together, Kousaka Kyosuke was a little dizzy when he entered the bathhouse. Unless he closed his eyes and deliberately didn't look, he would inevitably see something. But was it really necessary?

In the end, Kyosuke Kosaka could only try his best to suppress the gun he had been sharpening earlier; that was all he could do... a happy kind of trouble, I suppose?

Lately, due to work, I've been working rotating shifts, and I'm finding it hard to adjust. Plus, there are all sorts of chores when I get home… In short, it's been quite a hassle. It's late today and I haven't updated yet; if I were to update, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep until after 6 AM. I think I'll just leave it at that… I'm very sorry.

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453. Opening the door to a new world

After cleaning themselves up, the group sat down in the large hall.

Kousaka Kyosuke, whose presence was actually quite faint during meals and baths, was already thinking about what games to play.

Since we rarely get together, we naturally interact and communicate by playing games so as not to neglect any of the other people.

But what games would be suitable?