Chapter 8 Chapter VII

That night, Kurita was locked in the kitchen until late at night. He remade the bean paste stuffing according to the method suggested by Aoi, and then carefully wrapped it with a thin mochi skin. The famous product of Kurimarado, which has a simple beauty, is done. Kurita quietly picked up Dou Daifuku and put it in his mouth.After chewing a mouthful, his heart skipped a beat. ——This time successfully reproduced the taste made by the parents before their death. In addition to the emotion of surprise, Kurita also felt deeply moved. In the next second, Kurita felt dizzy, and his consciousness was gradually pulled away.

The figures of his parents busy shuttling in the kitchen came and went in his mind. In the past, my parents followed this routine every day and guarded the traditional taste with a sincere heart.At this moment, Kurita was finally able to stand on the same horizon as his parents. A strong feeling of sadness welled up in Kurita's heart, but he suppressed it by force of will. Kurita told himself that there was not so much time to indulge in sentimental emotions. The kitchen is silent late at night.In the silence, Kurita murmured to himself in a low voice: "However, that Miss Aoi... who the hell is she?"