Chapter 2: Spicy Takoyaki - So Spicy, What to Do When the Model Gets Too Hot? qwq
weekend.
After getting up at eight o'clock, Akina Amako hesitated for a moment, then opened her phone, opened Miyaji's contact information, and sent him a message.
[Tenho: When does Miyaji-kun plan to come?]
[Miyaji: Around 11 o'clock, has Tensui-san already found a restaurant?]
Miyaji didn't expect that Amaho Akina would contact him so soon.
He had just finished his morning run with Miyako, and only when he heard his phone vibrate did he take it out to reply to Amaho Akina's message.
Gong You was wiping his sweat with a towel when he saw Gong Zhi take out his phone and start typing. He leaned over and asked, "What's wrong, Zhi? Who sent you this message?"
Occasionally, other members of the volleyball team would message them to invite them to team building activities or weekend training, but Gong You remembered that nothing like that had been mentioned this week.
Gong Zhi dodged Gong You's attempt to peek and continued typing two more lines.
[Tian Sui: No need to look for a restaurant. I'll cook lunch myself as compensation today. Trust me, my cooking skills are pretty good.]
[Miyaji: Is that so? Then I'll look forward to it.]
"It's nothing, I'm just going out for lunch." Gong Zhi, who had put away his phone, was clearly in a good mood, with a smile playing on his lips.
Gong You pursed his lips. How could Gong Zhi seem to have a little secret without his knowledge? He felt it wasn't fair.
His intuition told him that it must be something quite important.
"Hey, where are we going to eat? Is it that barbecue place that was really good before? Why didn't you invite me to come with you?"
Gong You grabbed Gong Zhi's shoulder and shook him, only to be punched in the face by Gong Zhi.
"I'm just checking out the restaurants. If they're good, I'll call you." Gong Zhi gave this rather perfunctory answer.
"I don't believe it. You always asked me to come with you before." Gong You narrowed his eyes and tried to walk up to Gong Zhi to observe him, but Gong Zhi avoided him.
Although every time I force him to eat something that doesn't taste good, he then spits it out.
But Miyaji continued to give him perfunctory answers, simply not taking them seriously.
Gong You swallowed his anger and didn't ask any more questions, but he thought to himself with some sullenness that if Zhu Zhi really disappeared from the house, then he must go and see where Zhu Zhi went to eat, and it must be a big meal.
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After receiving Miyaji's reply, Akina Amaho slowly exhaled.
She opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were left. After looking at the remaining octopus and other seafood in the freezer, she decided to make a seafood rice bowl.
Hmm... with the remaining ingredients, let's make takoyaki. It's partly out of her personal preference, since she really loves takoyaki.
So, Akina Amazuki happily began washing the ingredients, cooking the rice in advance, and chopping the onion.
By the time the knock sounded, the meal was almost ready. Akina Ama took off her apron, looked through the peephole, and opened the door.
As expected, it was Miyaji standing outside the door.
"Ah, my parents aren't home, so please make yourself at home, Miyaji-kun." Akina Amaho was still a little reserved, and stepped aside to let Miyaji into the house.
She asked Miyaji to sit down in the living room: "The food will be ready soon, please wait a little while, Miyaji-kun."
After saying that, she hurriedly walked towards the kitchen again.
Miyaji glanced around the house, and the first thing he saw was a framed picture hanging in the center of the living room wall, which seemed to be a picture of Amamiya's parents and Amamiya as a child.
He had actually wondered before he came: why was Amaho Akina so openly inviting him over? Didn't she have connections in the family?
However, since it was a mobile phone conversation, Miyaji didn't ask the question.
If I were to simply say that my parents aren't home... well, given their current relationship, this isn't the right question to ask.
After Akina Amane came out carrying two plates of seafood rice bowls, Miyaji stepped forward and took the two plates of rice bowls, saying, "Let me do it."
"Oh, I can't accept this. After all, it was agreed that this meal was on me." Akina Amako cracked her fingers, her eyes darting around.
She was holding her breath, ready to make her request for a model when Miyaji started enjoying the meal—after all, she was very confident in her cooking skills, and at that moment, she would formally ask him to be her model!
If I offer him a meal as payment, Miyaji will probably agree. This is how Akina Amamiho, who has unknowingly mastered a certain skill in getting along with people, concludes.
However, her momentum was interrupted by Miyaji himself, and Akina Amaho sighed inwardly.
"After all, we can't keep letting the host do things all the time." Gong Zhi shrugged as he steadily placed the plate on the table.
Seeing this, Akina Amako went back into the kitchen, then came out with a box of takoyaki, and said to Miyaji with a smile, "In that case, Miyaji-kun can also try this. It's one of my specialties."
Miyaji and Amaho Akina sat on either side of the table. He observed the delicious-looking seafood rice bowl and decided to take a spoonful to try it first.
Upon tasting it—it was indeed very fresh and fragrant, and it basically suited his taste. The rice absorbed the flavor of the sauce, and the squid shreds and other ingredients on top were also just right.
Miyaji's eyes lit up. Judging from his taste, this meal at Amaho Akina's was definitely worth the money. At least his original idea of just lazily being a model had changed.
Yes, please ask Akina Ama to let you be her model for a while longer, so you can have more meals like this.
Akina was a little nervous, after all, after saying "I'm starting to eat," Miyaji started eating the seafood rice bowl, and she hadn't even prepared herself emotionally to say her request.
But it seems... Miyaji-kun really likes it; he's even quickening his pace just to eat that seafood rice bowl. Based on her observations, Amaho Akina thought somewhat uncertainly.
The tension gradually subsided.
Miyaji didn't notice the change in Amaho Akina's expression. He just ate a few more bites, thoroughly enjoying the taste in his mouth, and then sat up straight and said very seriously, "Please allow me to become a model."
Initially, I thought Miyaji was about to say something with his serious expression, but Amaho Akina, who was on high alert, thought, "Huh...?"
Her eyes widened into beady pupils, unable to understand why Miyaji would bring up this topic.
But seeing the somewhat expectant look in Miyaji's eyes, Akina Amako inexplicably understood what he meant, which was pretty much in line with the initial plan.
She originally planned to use delicious food to persuade Miyaji to become a model...
Akina Amako's eyes darted around, and she felt inexplicably guilty: "Then as payment, on the day Miyaji-kun is my model, I will cover Miyaji-kun's meals."
She was clearly still a little nervous, and she knew that it was best not to agree to this kind of inexplicable job as a model who didn't even know what she was supposed to do.
But Miyaji nodded without hesitation, his expression showing no doubt whatsoever.
On the contrary, Akina Amamiya was a little puzzled—Miyaji actually agreed to her so easily?
She scooped a spoonful of seafood rice and put it in her mouth, and it tasted no different from usual.
Gong Zhi smiled and said, "Ah, I'm satisfied as long as the meals are provided. It's just a modeling job anyway."
Well... although he didn't know what Amaho Akina was going to do, he just got a little carried away and made the request.
He doesn't regret it, though, because the food was really delicious; he was just temporarily blinded by greed. But after a while, he'll probably refuse such requests.
His plate was quickly emptied, and it was clear that Miyaji enjoyed the meal.
Akina Amane finished her relatively small seafood rice bowl and then picked up the box of takoyaki.
"May I try it?"
Miyaji also noticed the box of takoyaki, but there weren't many in the small box. He was afraid he would finish them all at once, so he resisted the urge to touch them.
“Of course you can.” Akina Amaho nodded.
She didn't expect that after getting her permission, Miyaji would immediately use his chopsticks to pick up the bright red takoyaki at the very top.
Akina Amako's eyes widened, her blue pupils filled with shock and anxiety: "Miyaji-kun, you'd better not eat that one—"
But Miyaji had already stuffed the takoyaki into his mouth, and seemed a little confused, even making a "hmm?" sound.
Akina Amako was speechless. That takoyaki was made according to her own taste, because she liked to try some strong-flavored snacks.
After all, there are always times when you don't have an appetite or don't want to eat while you're drawing—that's when strong flavors become very important.
She watched Miyaji's reaction with some nervousness, and even felt a little regretful. She should have known better than to make spicy takoyaki today because she was craving it...
If Miyaji suddenly changed his mind because of this takoyaki, she could accept it.
The next second, Miyaji realized why Amaho Akina had spoken up to stop him. After all, the taste was both numbing and spicy, and when he swallowed it hastily, his throat also hurt and felt like it was on fire.
He coughed twice, his face contorting. Akina hurriedly handed him a glass of cold water, which Miyaji drank in a few gulps before he seemed to recover somewhat.
He was still panting heavily.
Akina looked at him nervously, worried that Miyaji might have some problems from eating that one takoyaki.
Miyaji coughed lightly and looked at the box of takoyaki. Sure enough, except for the one he had just eaten, all of them were the normal color.
"The rest of the takoyaki tastes normal, right?" He didn't pursue the matter of the spicy takoyaki, and Akina Amasui slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, only the one on top was made by me according to my own taste, and I'm the only one who usually eats it."
Akina Amane's voice became somewhat muffled.
Miyaji picked up another takoyaki and put it in his mouth. This time it was indeed a normal flavor, sprinkled with bonito flakes.
I just feel like... the spicy takoyaki from earlier tasted better, even though this takoyaki tastes pretty good too.
Yes, it must be because he poured his heart and soul into it.
"This meal was delicious, thank you for your hospitality," Miyaji said after finishing the remaining takoyaki.
"So, what is Tensui-san's request? I intend to keep my promise." He tilted his head slightly, looking at Tensui Mina's somewhat stunned expression.
Ah... but if it's an excessive request, like a nude model or something, he'll probably still refuse.
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