Chapter 105: Chapter 96: Sister Reiko, Is There a Problem? (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

"Is there anything I can help with?" At that moment, Mariko Akiyama walked into the kitchen and asked softly.

Upon seeing Chiba Shimizu, a flicker of surprise crossed madam's eyes. This was the first time she had seen such a beautiful young girl.

Her fair cheeks were flawless, delicate as if she were a doll, with a slender figure. The two large lanterns hanging at her waist were wrapped by an apron, creating perfect curves.

A fallen firework transformed into a little chef? It was only upon meeting her in person that they realized how beautiful the young lady was, with a treasured cool and aloof temperament.

Standing together with a boy, they looked as if they were a pair made in heaven, like the leading actors of an idol drama who had walked right out of the screen.

"Auntie Akiyama, this is Chiba Shimizu, another tenant here," Haruka Yuzan said with a smile as she introduced them and then glanced at the girl,

"Chiba, Auntie Akiyama is Sister Reiko's mother."

"Hello," Chiba said.

"Yes, hello," Akiyama replied.

After the greetings, the young lady bent her head down and continued cutting the beef.

Mariko Akiyama looked on, the girl's movements were awkward but exceedingly earnest—was she just starting to learn how to cook?

Her heart swelled with curiosity, but before she could ponder further, she was interrupted by the boy's words,

"Auntie, stew the sturgeon," he said.

Haruka Yuzan was unreserved, gladly accepting the help that came to him as there was no reason not to use the offered assistance, especially when it came to cooking for someone's daughter.

"Okay, I will," Akiyama nodded, washed her hands, and joined in the bustling crew.

As time ticked by, with madam's help, the progress of the three improved greatly.

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Madam clearly possessed her own culinary insights when to cook. Chiba Shimizu just watched from the side, occasionally lending a hand, her cool eyes seemed to be recording everything.

Mariko Akiyama noticed this and explained things to the girl while cooking, akin to a teacher?

"Pff! Hahahaha!"

Laughed Misaki Saki uncontrollably, devoid of any image.

"Meow?"

Instantly, the "little golden pig" turned and was ready to head back upstairs, having taken a double hit.

Raising his head, he glanced at the seemingly endless staircase, thought for a moment, and found the decision to go back a bit rash.

After some reflection, he decided to settle for some silent treatment. It was better not to overexert himself...

Sitting down at the stair's edge, he turned his back, ignoring the two people, and sulkily kept his own company—a cat all alone with its moodiness.

"It's... a cat?" Rika Onodera asked tentatively.

She truly hadn't seen such a large cat before—it was like a little piglet.

Sitting there, Roast Meat seemed to hear the girl's words, his tiny ears twitched, and his chubby face turned slightly while Bean Eyes still carried a hint of indignation and resentment.

Now you realize I'm a cat? The tone's not right. Still, I choose not to forgive!!!

"I can't take it; give me a moment," Misaki Saki said as she wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed her heart,

"This fat cat lives the life I want, courtesy of your brother Haruka: indulgent and lazy," she said, the longing evident in her voice.

"Ah?" Rika Onodera was taken aback, "It is actually a cat."

None of the little cats in the countryside were as big as this one!

"Meow!" Roast Meat meowed discontentedly over there.

Why were these two still talking non-stop? Were they ignoring him completely?

"It seems a little unhappy," Rika Onodera pointed at the chonky feline.

"No worries, watch this!" Misaki Saki grinned and then took out a bag of fish snacks from the drawer in the coffee table.