My daily routine of exorcising demon love with Miss Miko

Hime-chan's words made both Yoshiyuki and Erina burst into tears.

Erina touched the slightly overflowing tears and sighed.

"It doesn't matter now, Ji-chan! We will all be together in the future! Can we often eat together in the future?"

Xiaoji nodded, her eyes full of longing.

"When the time comes, mommy will hold you, and we will sit on the same table!" Erina looked at no one around, then fell happily into fantasy, and whispered: "Daddy will be responsible for feeding us..."

"Why am I the only one in the whole family who is so miserable!" Yi Xing couldn't help complaining: "If you like your daughter so much, you should feed her yourself!"

"I'm busy hugging Ji-chan, so I don't have time for my hands." Erina said confidently: "My daughter is so cute, of course she needs to be rubbed more!"

Damn it, even though I still think the eldest lady is disdainful, what she said actually makes sense!

Yi Xing found it difficult to refute for a while.

"So, has it been decided? Are we going to have hot pot?!" Erina spoke again excitedly.

"Let Xiaoji decide." Yoshiyuki also reached out and rubbed his daughter's head. He felt that her hair was as smooth as her mother's, and the touch was addictive: "Good boy, what do you want to eat the most?"

Xiao Ji thought for a while and finally started writing quickly in her notebook.

[I like all the dishes cooked by my parents]

"Wow... Such a sensible child!" Erina rubbed Ji's belly and sighed.

It seems to feel really good, and Yoshiyuki wants to rub it.

However, the focus now is not this after all, so he resisted the urge to stretch his hand and said this.

"Xiaoji, if you want to eat anything, just tell me. You're welcome!"

Xiaoji hesitated for a moment, then nodded and started writing in the notebook.

Yoshiyuki had originally planned to cook a sumptuous table of dishes for her, so at first he was very happy to see Xiao Ji write down the names of the dishes one by one.

Even the image of Xiao Ji eating her belly until it was round and rolling around on the floor appeared in her mind.

However, as he watched her writing endlessly, Yoshiyuki realized that things were not simple.

If Xiaoji continues like this, the recipe will become like "Reporting the Name of the Dish"!

Although she knew that she hadn't eaten home-cooked food in more than a hundred years and had too many cravings, it was impossible to finish such a long list.

So, Yoshiyuki interrupted Xiao Ji and said so, dumbfounded.

"Xiao Ji, there are too many. Let's cook a meal that can be eaten first, okay? We will still spend a lot of time together after that, so we can take our time eating whatever we want."

"Yes, yes." Erina pinched Yaodaoji's soft belly and said with great interest, "Let me tell you what you want to eat the most."

Demon Sword Girl was stunned for a while.

Then, he turned over another page in his notebook and wrote this sentence.

[If I want to eat my mother’s clear soup hand-made soba noodles, I also need to add a lot of chopped green onions]

Hand-beaten soba noodles are not an easy thing to make.

If the ratio of white flour and soba noodles is not properly controlled, the noodles will lose their toughness and become easily broken and very short.

Furthermore, the special bitterness of soba noodles may be completely lost or may become too prominent.

In short, there are details everywhere that are difficult to control.

"Miss, Xiao Ji asked you to do it." Yi Xing gloated: "So today's cooking will be left to you."

"No, no, no, Hime-chan, how can I make such a thing!" Erina looked at the book and was surprised, then immediately declined: "Forget about soba noodles, I can't even make noodles!"

"Be confident, Miss." Yi Xing said with merciless venom, "Not only do you not know how to make friends, you are so useless that you can't even boil water."

"Hey! It's not such an exaggeration! I can still boil water with an electric kettle!" Erina complained: "And there is no need for me to know how to do it. You can do it anyway!"

Xiaoji seemed a little disappointed.

She looked up at her mother, her eyes filled with longing.

"I'm sorry, Ji-chan... Even if you look at me like this, I really won't do it." Erina said this, feeling a little guilty: "Maybe I will learn from Yoshiyuki in the future. I have learned it. Can I make it for you to eat again?"

Xiaoji nodded, looking very expectant.

"The eldest lady who only cooks once a year on my birthday is actually willing to learn cooking for Xiao Ji... It's a miracle." Yoshiyuki was a little unbelievable: "Are you the real eldest lady? Could it be that you have been transferred? Already?"

The so-called cooking is actually mainly done by Yi Xing.

Erina is so clumsy that she can't do anything well. She can pick up the salt and sugar by mistake and cut shredded potatoes into irregular potato pieces. If she were allowed to cook this meal, it would be a very good thing if she could eat it without killing anyone.

"Hey, servant, what are you talking about! Do you underestimate my determination?!" Erina complained: "If it weren't for Ji-chan, I wouldn't be too lazy to learn! Don't get me wrong! Even if I can cook, The main thing is that you have to cook, right? Don’t try to be lazy for me!”

"Yes, yes." Yoshiyuki rubbed his temples helplessly and asked: "Xiaoji, look, the eldest lady doesn't know how to cook now? How about I make soba noodles for you?"

Demon Sword Girl shook her head.

"Uh, can't you?" Yi Xing was a little surprised: "Is there any difference between what the eldest lady did and what I did?"

Xiao Ji was silent for a moment, and then wrote something like this in her notebook.

[The soba noodles made by my mother have special memories. 】

"Can I ask what's going on?" Yi Xing asked tentatively.

Xiaoji shook her head.

It seemed like it was another thing that she didn't dare to tell the two of them.

The more Xiao Ji behaves like this, the more curious he becomes.

But Yi Xing knew very well that he could not pursue this matter, otherwise it would only embarrass his daughter.

He saw Demon Sword Girl pick up the pen again and quickly wrote another thing she wished to eat.

【Want to eat donburi】

The so-called donburi is a Japanese rice bowl.

What Xiaoji wanted to eat was actually relatively simple, which moved Yoshiyuki even more.

Because these home-cooked dishes are the best expression of family affection.

I don’t know how many times Demon Sword Girl had eaten rice bowls with the two of them in her memory.

What kind of memories does this kind of food carry?

"Oh, rice bowl! Not bad." Erina expressed her approval: "Which kind is it specifically?"

[Anything is fine, as long as my parents make it, they like it]

"Anything is fine..." Yoshiyuki thought for a moment and then suggested: "If you have it, how about making the eldest lady's favorite mother-child donburi?"

"Become...perverted! Big hentai!" Erina was so frightened that she immediately hugged Hime tightly: "Stay away from our mother and daughter!"

"Ah, what's wrong with this! What I'm talking about is rice bowl with eggs and chicken!" Yoshiyuki quickly explained, "Don't you eat it often, Miss?!"