"The next thing is soy sauce..."
While saying this, Jiutiao Meijie knocked on his chest with her head.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking down.
Jiutiao Meijie pursed her lips.
"You're so naughty." Dubian Che pecked her soft lips, "Okay, next is soy sauce, come."
"I want you to take the hair strand out of your mouth." Jiutiao Meijie spoke slowly, her tone a mix of resignation and irritation.
"So that's what you meant."
Dubian Che set down his chopsticks and picked the hair off her lips.
"Is this the mochi we just made?" Jiutiao Meijie asked.
"Yeah, just brought it back, Kiyono went as well, even tried it a couple of times, almost scared me into wearing a helmet," Dubian Che said with a laugh.
"She went, too?"
"The whole village was there."
Jiutiao Meijie chuckled coldly, wrapping her hand around Dubian Che's waist from under the blanket: "And on the way back?"
"She scolded me."
"That's a scolding? You two flirted and had a great time, didn't you?"
