Chapter 120
"Mr. Shino, Mr. Shino, the child is naughty, don't be angry." Shi Tou Hongshu held Grandpa Qin, comforting and trying to stop him from really doing anything to hit the little girl.
"It was just a joke, just a joke." Qingxi finally realized the gap between ancient and modern people at this time, and she quickly explained.
"Who's kidding me? Are you stupid?" Seeing the little girl hiding outside the door like a cowardly cat, as if she would really run away if he really did something to hit her, Grandpa Qin glared at her again, but fortunately his anger had subsided. He patted the father of Tokito's brother who was still holding him back from hitting the children and said, "Hongshu, let go. I don't hit people."
Tokito Hiroki looked up and looked at him with a worried look on his face. He stopped holding him when he got a big eye roll from the other party.
Pushing aside the young man who was blocking his way, Grandpa Qin walked up to Qingxi with a sullen face, and slapped her on the back of the head while she was feeling uneasy.
In an instant, Qingxi held his head and screamed.
Tokito Hiroki was stunned, and said in a confused tone, "Didn't you say you wouldn't hit Aki?"
"You don't understand." Grandpa Qin gave him a deep look.
Granny Su, who chose to side with her old man this time, continued, "This girl is cunning. Beating her is to make a 'good impression' on her. Otherwise, she'll be able to deceive you later by pretending to obey you but actually disobeying you."
Qingxi, who was holding her head and crying out in pain, suddenly froze. She looked up and almost blurted out "How did you know?" and "Am I so bad at fooling people?" But fortunately, she regained her senses and held back.
Hiroki Tokito originally wanted to say a few words for Kiyoki, but as a former swordsman who later surrendered his sword due to the government's ban on swords and became a woodcutter, he shut up the moment he saw the expression on Kiyoki's face.
It seems that this girl looks quiet and gentle, but turns out to be so lively?
A naughty kid?
"Do you know you are wrong?" Grandpa Qin asked sternly.
Qingxi's spirit was drooping, "I know."
"Forget it this time. Little girl, don't keep your mouth shut and talk nonsense. Look at the old man. He is over fifty years old and still wants to live a few more years." Grandpa Qin said.
Qingxi: “I understand.”
Grandpa Qin: "However, the death penalty can be forgiven, but the living crime cannot be escaped. I will write a letter to your family about this matter."
Qing Xi suddenly became excited, "Forget about that. Xingming was born blind, so he can't see anything you write."
"If he can't see, can't he find someone who can see to read the letter to him?" Grandpa Qin insisted.
Qingxi muttered softly, "Save some face for me."
"How much is your face worth?" Grandpa Qin asked back, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, letting people know that the old man was not angry at the moment, but he was thinking of playing with the little girl.
Qingxi was stunned by the other party's words, but replied faster than his brain: "Of course it's worth it for you not to tell Xingming."
"Oh my." Grandpa Qin was amused. "Then you really have a lot of face."
"But—" he changed the subject, "I don't want it."
"When Jiro comes over later, I can ask him to dictate to your master." Grandpa Qin said proudly.
It looked like the words "Let me see how you hide" were written all over his face.
Qingxi puffed up her cheeks and suddenly noticed that everyone else in the room was silent and just standing there watching the show. She had a toothache.
She can be said to have brought shame upon herself today.
Like a broken jar, she seemed to have calmed down. "Oh, if you want to talk, go ahead. Xing Ming is easy to talk to. I'll go and act like a spoiled child and get him to behave well, and then we can put the matter behind us."
After a pause, as if that wasn't irritating enough, she smiled sweetly, "Everyone spoils me, I'm a sweet little cotton-padded jacket."
"A warm and cozy little cotton-padded jacket? I think it's leaky." The girl looked so cute that Grandpa Qin felt his hands itching again.
Compared to Grandpa Qin who had a verbal fight with Qingxi and still didn't win, Grandma Su, who had not lost her old fighting skills, was quick, accurate and ruthless in her moves, striking directly at the enemy's weak spot, leaving no chance for them to turn the tables.
She only heard her say, "If one of your own adults can't do it, then let Jiro go talk to the person you fear the most and let him teach you (emphasis added)."
Qingxi thought about the people she knew, and then she said firmly, "I haven't met anyone who scares me."
Grandma Su just raised her eyebrows and stopped talking.
If there's no one who scares you, does that mean there's no one you can't handle? You can find him.
In short, don't talk about life and death all the time.
That would make people think that she takes life and death too lightly.
After making sure that the three people were fine, the four adults left again.
After watching the four people leave, Qingxi walked back into the house, then collapsed and lay down.
Because her action was so sudden, the Tokito brothers who stayed behind were startled.
"Ah, Sister Aki, what's wrong with you?" Tokito Muichiro felt that he had just done something stupid, and was unable to react because of the sudden turn of events. He knelt beside her and asked anxiously, feeling ashamed and worried.
Then the next moment, his eyes were spinning and when he came to his senses, he was already pressed down on the tatami.
"Muichiro." The girl's faint voice sounded.
The boy's voice followed closely behind, "You've caused me so much trouble."
Girl: "Are you ready to withstand the wrath of your older brothers and sisters?"
Tokito Muichiro's mint green pupils dilated, and his little face was filled with disbelief.
Weren't the brother and sister hostile to each other just now? Why are they now a team?
But before Shi Tou Muichiro could figure it out, the two of them, one taking care of the head and the other taking care of the feet, all four of them worked together, and all of a sudden, the sound of children's laughter was heard in the room again.
That is, there was a mixture of fear and crying in that laughter, so those who went back to the front could tell who was being tickled.
Tokito Mikoto listened for a while, then said to the three people in the room, "It's Muichiro."
The other three understood immediately.
This is the older brother and sister taking revenge for the oppression they just suffered.
Grandpa Qin waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about them. Ah Xi is doing well among the kids. Let's talk about our own things."
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"If you have time, come and play again tomorrow." After waving goodbye to the Tokito family, Qingxi said to the Tokito brothers at the door with a smile.
"Goodbye, Sister Axi."
"goodbye."
The two brothers, Tokito Ichiro, waved to her in a good mood, but the younger brother, Tokito Muichiro, looked like an eggplant hit by frost, and stood there with a droopy look.
Who made him the one being tickled?
...Although Sister Axi gave them another iron box of konpeito before leaving, he still couldn't be happy.
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After the Tokito family left, Qingxi continued to attend daily classes at Grandpa Qin and Grandma Su's house as usual. When she returned to her room to rest at night, she summoned the sword man twice every night as usual.
As for the result, you can tell from the fact that there are no new faces in this family. She still hasn't succeeded once.
She maintained this score of 0 until a week later when Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Daikurigara returned.
"Hi~~ Master, we are back."
"Hey~~, I've never succeeded in summoning a sword man."
Without Tsurumaru Kuninaga's energetic chatter every day, Qingxi felt a little lonely. When she heard that voice, she also greeted him like him.
"Ah, that doesn't matter anymore. Xiao Jialuo and I have already solved the problem." Walking into the house, Tsurumaru Kuninaga poked his white head out to look at the embroidery frame in Qingxi's hand.
"Is it a coincidence? Or is it really something done by a ghost?"
With a strict teacher watching over her, how could a student not make rapid progress? If the embroidery she learned from Sister Huizi and others before allowed people to tell what was embroidered, then now, Qingxi can shamelessly pat her chest and say that the small flowers she embroidered are very similar to real flowers.
certainly--
It would have been better if Grandma Su hadn’t said, “It’s still a long way to go.”
Tsurumaru Kuninaga took the embroidery frame, looked at the front and then the back, "Double-sided embroidery?"
Qingxi curled her lips, "You learned it in just a few days? I'm so capable."
"Isn't this good?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga was surprised. He held the embroidery frame and looked at the pomegranate flowers on the cloth from front to back. "I think it's already very good, exactly the same."
"That's because it's small," Qingxi complained. "It's just one flower, and you asked me to try embroidering seventeen or eighteen flowers. Do you think I have the patience for that?"
The most important point about double-sided embroidery is that the stitches, threads, and lines must not be visible at all. Look at mine, the stitches and lines are clearly visible, the color matching is not good, the gradient is uneven, and it looks like a piece of wood. How can it be realistic?
Tsurumaru Kuninaga was stunned when he heard this. No, he was just a grown man, how could he understand all this?
What's more, he saw that his young mistress was embroidering so seriously and hard, so he wanted to praise her to coax her and make her happy. How come he ended up flattering the horse's leg?
"Master," he moved closer to Qingxi, "are you disliked by Grandma Su?"
Qingxi turned her head away. Could she say that Grandma Su only gave a mediocre comment on the embroidery she had made?
Even as a winemaking master, she has never received such low evaluations for her cooking.
Well, my self-esteem is a bit hurt.
Not wanting to talk about this matter, Qingxi changed the subject, "Tsurumaru, you haven't told me the final result yet."
Seeing that the girl refused to answer like that, and knowing that he probably didn't get a good review from Grandma Su, Tsurumaru Kuninaga followed her words and said, "Little Jialuo and I took the map given by Grandpa Qin and checked the villages and towns that were specially circled. Finally, we waited and waited for the ghost.
It was a ghost that sucked human blood. It did not pick on the elderly or children under ten years old, but only on married men and women. In addition, it was timid and worried that if it only focused on fleecing one place, that place would be fleeced clean soon, so it simply included several nearby villages and towns in its hunting range.
It is precisely because of this that he, a single demon, sucked the blood of twenty-three people without the Demon Slayer Corps noticing."
Qingxi noticed the dark circles under his eyes and knew that he and Daikurigara hadn't rested well in the past few days. Of course, that was also because Tsurumaru Kuninaga had such fair skin. If Daikurigara had come over, with his dark skin, she would have to have had eyes that were as dark as panda eyes to be able to see them. Otherwise, she would never have been able to see them.
She took out some dessert juice from her food backpack, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't hesitate to drink the whole glass of juice in one breath.
"Give me some staple food. I'm very hungry now." He said after eating the pudding mushroom in a few bites.
Qingxi flipped through the ingredients and simply took a large plate, put rice on it, and then poured a circle of curry around the rice.
After finishing everything, she handed a full bowl of curry rice to Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
"This is the second ghost I've encountered. It's several times more powerful than the one Yaoyan and I encountered when we first came to rescue you, Master. I heard that if a ghost eats a person with rare blood, it can instantly become as powerful as a hundred people. In other words, the strength it gains from eating one person with rare blood is a hundred times greater than from eating an ordinary person. If that ghost just came here to eat people, then the one that Xiao Jialuo and I dealt with must have had rare blood among the twenty-three people who died after it sucked their blood." Tsurumaru Kuninaga used a spoon to mix the rice with the curry. "Should we tell Lord Ubuyashiki about this?"
Qingxi touched his chin and said, "Even though the ghost has been dealt with, I still want to tell you."
What's more, they are not great saints who do good deeds without leaving their names. They have to let others know that they are not really idle when they bring people out.
"Things here are settled, Master. When are we going back? Wow, this curry rice is delicious." Tsurumaru Kuninaga stuffed a large mouthful of curry rice into his mouth, his golden eyes widening. "The rice is so fluffy, not too mushy when cooked with too much water, nor too dry and hard when cooked with too little water. And... it's so refreshing, as if what I'm eating is not rice but air."
Qingxi: "Air Rice, Capture Level 81. This is a type of rice that grows at an altitude of 50,000 meters where there's plenty of air. Because it absorbs high concentrations of air year-round, when people eat it, they feel like they're eating air instead of rice."
"What about this curry? This curry is delicious too." Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked while continuing to eat.
Qingxi could only continue to introduce him: "Curry Comet, capture level 99, is a legendary comet that is said to fall to Earth only once every 99 years. In the vacuum of the universe, the delicious taste accumulated over the years is firmly locked there, so that the final rich taste can be obtained. Some people praise it as "the delicacy of astronomy."
The level of Curry Comet itself is not high, but due to the time limit of only appearing once every 99 years, its capture level has been increased.
Curry Comet and Air Rice are both special cooking ingredients.
Ordinary ingredients cannot be combined with the soup of high-quality Curry Comet, and may even result in a bad review of being unpalatable, which is a negative result.
Air rice is because the oxygen contained in each grain of rice is too concentrated. If you don't find a way to release at least 70% of the oxygen before cooking, ordinary people will not be able to eat it.
Ordinary people will also become intoxicated by oxygen if they eat air rice that has reached the release standard. Therefore, for a qualified chef, the standard for cooking air rice is to release 86% of oxygen from each grain of air rice. This level of air rice will allow diners to taste the flavor of the air while eating without putting their bodies in a state of oxygen intoxication. It is a comfortable state of relaxation of the whole body and mind.
Paired with the rich broth of Curry Comet and the finest ingredients, it gives you the feeling of wandering in a forest surrounded by curry."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga was frantically swiping the curry rice on the plate with his mouth, making "hmm" sounds through his nose to show that he was listening carefully to Qingxi's introduction. But looking at the enthusiasm with which he was swishing, Qingxi really couldn't be sure that he had listened carefully to her introduction to the ingredients.
A plate of curry rice disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just five minutes, Tsurumaru Kuninaga finished a plate.
She was very skeptical. If he hadn't remembered that it was a famous sword, remembered to maintain his image, and remembered that he still had it, he might have really done something like licking the plate.
Qingxi thought silently in his heart.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga smacked his lips, his face full of an unsatisfied look.
He passed the plate to Qingxi, and when he met the girl's gaze, he smiled flatteringly and said, "Master, another plate please."
Qingxi served him another plate. This time, perhaps because he finally had some resistance to such delicious food, he finally stopped focusing on eating.
"Master, how much of the air can you release from the air rice?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked curiously, his cheeks puffed out. "Around 82-84%. On my best luck, I can only release 85%. So, I'm just an amateur chef," Qingxi said. "But it's okay. My main job is brewing wine, so I don't have high expectations for cooking."
"Really?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with an expression that said, "I don't believe it," and "You're lying." He pointed his index and middle fingers at his own eyes, then back at hers. "I saw it with both eyes. The word 'unwilling' is written all over the master's body."
"What can I do?" Qingxi said. "No matter how capable a person is, there is a limit to their ability. I know my own limits, so I never push myself too hard.
No, I should say that among the people I have seen who force themselves, very few succeed in reaching the goals they set for themselves. Most of them either fail halfway or go crazy halfway.
I value my life very much. Besides, if I can live to be a hundred, who wants to die at ninety-nine?
So I didn’t want to fail halfway or go crazy, so I chose to stop in time.
Besides, I've already reached Master level as a winemaker, so there's nothing I can't be more satisfied with."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga nodded repeatedly, his tone full of praise, "It's good that Master thinks so."
Qingxi glanced at him sideways, "Don't you think about how long I've lived in my three lifetimes combined?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes curved with a smile, "That's also the youngest sister in our family."
"You forgot about Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada." Kiyokis retorted. "He's the youngest one."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "He is the little brother."
Phew!
A low laugh sounded, and when it died away, she complained, "They're all knives. Izumi-sama knows he'll definitely be unhappy if you call him that and will come after you."
"I won't talk to you anymore." She stood up. "You came back with Mr. Daijuri. If you're hungry, I bet he's hungry too. I'll bring him some curry rice."
As the girl's figure disappeared behind the shoji door, Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly said, "As expected, Master, please smuggle us all away."
However, the girl responded to him with a disgusted rejection, "I already told you, I can't afford it."
"It's okay for us to raise you." Tsurumaru Kuninaga muttered.
However, he spoke so softly that the girl who had already left did not hear him.
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