Chapter 301 Just Inviting Him to Dinner

A few days later, it was a new week.

On Monday morning, Amamiya Iori got up a little later than usual.

In order to prepare for the upcoming student council president election, Amamiya Iori spent the entire night preparing his election speech, which is why he got up a little late today.

After getting up from the bed, Amamiya Iori opened the curtains to cheer herself up and greet the new day.

After changing into school uniform and washing up as usual, Amamiya Iori came to the living room.

As soon as he entered the living room, Amamiya Iori smelled a strong aroma of sauce.

The smell came from the kitchen, where Midori Amemiya was wearing a pink apron and holding a cookbook in her hand, busying herself in the kitchen with great concentration.

Ever since I made a bento for Shimizu Mi last time, and Shimizu Mi asked Amamiya Iori to help convey a message to Amamiya Mido saying that the food was delicious, Amamiya Mido began to enjoy it.

In recent days, in order to improve her cooking skills, Amamiya Mido has basically been the one preparing three meals a day at home. Amamiya Iori wanted to go to the kitchen to make herself some midnight snacks, but she was not allowed to do so and insisted that she do it herself.

Although Amamiya Iori didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm, the taste of the dishes cooked by Amamiya Midori was really bad.

Amemiya Iori now admires Shimizu Mi for being able to finish it all.

When she came to the kitchen, Amemiya Iori found that Amemiya Mido was making breakfast today.

In fact, Amamiya Mido's cooking skills have improved a little recently, but she doesn't have a good grasp of the amount of seasonings.

But when it comes to seasoning, especially common seasonings such as sugar and salt, the specific amounts used vary depending on the dish.

Moreover, appropriate adjustments must be made based on each person's taste, so these things can only be explored slowly by Amamiya Midori based on her own feelings.

But it’s a good thing this way, as Amamiya Iori can take this opportunity to continue studying his speech.

Back in the living room, Amemiya Iori sat on the sofa and took out the speech he had been writing all night last night.

In fact, last night she even went out of her way to look up the speech that Ayase Kotone had made when she was running for student council president, hoping to use it as a reference.

I have to say that Ayase Kotone did a very good job in both the declaration and the speech, and there is a reason why she won.

Although Amamiya Iori had spent two full nights preparing, he always felt that there was still something missing from the speech he wrote.

"You'd better show it to your dear."

Amemiya Iori thought about giving the speech to Shimizu Mi to read, perhaps he could give some good suggestions.

However, just as Amamiya Iori was thinking this, she suddenly felt a chill on her back and sneezed, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

"Iori, do you have a cold?"

Amemiya Mito in the kitchen looked over with some concern.

"I probably caught a cold last night. It's okay."

"That won't work. The season has changed recently and the temperature has been dropping. What if you really catch a cold? Let me make you a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold."

"Well, thank you, mom."

Afterwards, Amemiya Iori had breakfast, drank the ginger soup prepared by Amemiya Mido, and prepared to go to school.

When she was changing her shoes at the entrance, Amemiya Mido from the kitchen suddenly called her.

"Iori, um...can you wait a moment?"

"what happened?"

"I just cooked a little stew..."

Amemiya Mido came over from the kitchen and took out a very exquisitely wrapped lunch box.

Amamiya Iori took the lunch box and weighed it.

"Mom, this isn't for your baby daughter, is it?"

"Ah... no, this is..."

"Is it specially cooked for my dear?"

As soon as Amamiya Iori mentioned Shimizumi, Amamiya Mido's expression clearly reacted, and a gentle ripple unconsciously appeared on her face, making her look like a young girl who had just fallen in love.

To be honest, Amamiya Iori had never seen such an expression on his mother's face.

"Sure enough, in mom's heart, my dear is more important than me now."

Amamiya Iori let out a long sigh pretending to be resentful.

"Iori, how, how can you say that..."

Amemiya Mido glared at Amemiya Iori coquettishly, and her hands unconsciously pinched the hem of her apron.

"Is it not?"

As he spoke, Amemiya Iori took Amemiya Mido's hand that was holding the apron. There were several Band-Aids on her index finger and little finger.

Needless to say, these were all caused by her accidentally cutting them while practicing cooking these past few days.

"..."

Under Amemiya Iori's questioning, Amemiya Mido's eyes were evasive, and a trace of embarrassment after having her thoughts exposed appeared on her face.

Although it was only a very subtle change, Amemiya Iori still keenly noticed that when mentioning Shimizumi, Amemiya Mido's eyes were different from before.

That was not the way one should look at a junior, but it contained an indescribable emotion, as if treating him as a man, a real man.

"If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach. I didn't expect my mother to be old-fashioned."

"...Iori, what did you just say?"

Amemiya Midori looked at Amemiya Iori who was whispering to someone with some confusion.

"It's nothing, don't worry, Mom. I will pass it on to my dear for you."

"Well, thank you..."

Amemiya Iori carefully packed the lunch box and put it in the compartment of her school bag.

When she put on her shoes and prepared to leave, Amemiya Mido called her again from behind.

"Um...Iori."

"What else, mom?"

"that is……"

"Mom, if you don't hurry up, I'm going to be late for school."

After Amamiya Iori gently reminded him, Amamiya Mido slowly spoke:

"That is to say, last time... when he came to our house for dinner, there was a power outage at home that day, so we couldn't make him dinner... So I wanted to ask, if Iori doesn't mind, I would like to invite him again..."

"Mom, there are some things that don't require my consent."

Amemiya Iori said this and looked deeply at Amemiya Mido.

"……Eh?"

"If mom wants dear to come to our house, you can just go and invite him. I don't think he will refuse."

"But...is this okay?"

Amemiya Mido asked tentatively, still with some concerns.

"If you just come to eat, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Yes, yes... I just wanted to meet you for dinner. What the hell am I thinking about?"

Amemiya Mido tried hard to calm her slightly panicked heart.

"Then I'll go to school first. I'll send you my dear's cell phone number later. If mom wants to invite him to our house, just call him directly."

"Well, be careful on the road."

After saying hello to Amemiya Mito, Amemiya Iori went to school.

……

During the lunch break, Amamiya Iori and Shimizu Mi came to the rooftop to eat again in order to find a quiet place. "Is Aunt Amamiya making lunch boxes again today?"

The two sat on the bench, and Shimizu Mi took the lunch box handed to him by Amamiya Iori.

The bento is carefully wrapped in a small piece of bright red cloth, and you can feel the love and care that the maker put into it.

"Well, Mom made a little stew this morning."

When Shimizu opened the lid of the bento, an enticing aroma instantly filled the air.

The dishes inside are as rich as before, especially today's stewed meat, which looks tempting just by looking at its color.

"Auntie Amamiya's cooking skills have improved a lot."

Amamiya Mido was not nearby, so this was not Shimizu Miu deliberately complimenting her. Compared with the previous few days, Amamiya Mido's cooking skills had obviously improved.

At least among the three elements of color, fragrance and taste, color and fragrance are already present, but Qingshuijian has not actually tasted "her" flavor.

"Yes, mom works so hard, dear, you will be blessed in the future."

Amemiya Iori sat aside with a smile. Although it was the same feeling as usual, Shimizu Mi always felt that there seemed to be something else behind her words.

"Iori, do you have something to tell me?"

"Is there? Don't think too much, dear, just try it."

At Amamiya Iori's gentle urging, Shimizu Ken didn't think much about it, picked up a small piece of stewed meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

"How do you feel about mom's cooking?"

Seeing that Qingshui didn't answer immediately, he savored the stew in his mouth.

The meat of the stew was very soft and crispy. It was obvious that Midori Amamiya had spent several hours stewing it. However, after taking a bite, you could immediately find that something was wrong.

The stewed meat made by Amemiya Midori was flawless in terms of texture and color, except for the taste, which was a little bland.

Shimizu Miki's personal taste is not very strong, but for stewing meat, Amamiya Mido's is indeed a bit too light.

"It tastes bland, right? Actually, I told mom that she could be bolder and put more salt in it, but she still doesn't seem to have the courage to do so."

Does adding salt also require courage?
Are you afraid of accidentally adding too much?

Shimizu still felt that there was something behind Amamiya Iori's words today, so he couldn't help but ask her again:
"Iori, if you have anything to say, just say it."

After hesitating for a moment, Amamiya Iori looked into Shimizumi's eyes.

"Honey, I remember you said before that you like older girls, right?"

Amamiya Iori suddenly asked such a question, causing Shimizu to stop using the chopsticks in his hand.

This is not a life-threatening question. Although Shimizu Mi had indeed talked about such things with Amemiya Iori before, Amemiya Iori is actually a few months older than him, so she is also included in this.

Amamiya Iori saw Shimizu pause and explained:

"Don't worry, dear. I'm not questioning your feelings for me. I just want to ask you, if... just if, if there is a girl who looks very similar to me, but is older than me, and if she confesses her love to you, is it possible for you to fall in love with her?"

After listening to this, Qing Shuijian was completely confused.

What kind of question is this? A loyalty test? Or a truth or truth test?

"Don't worry too much, dear. Just answer truthfully."

Amemiya Iori's gentle eyes told Shimizu not to worry and just give the answer.

As the only heroine who has completed the game and has a single ending, there is no doubt that Shimizu Miu has feelings for Amamiya Iori.

The reason why he likes Amemiya Iori is definitely not because of age. Even if Amemiya Iori who is ten or twenty years later is put in the present, Shimizu Mi will still like her.

"I'll like it no matter what it is? That's something my dear would say."

After hearing this, Amemiya Iori was stunned for a moment, then smiled, reached out and gently stroked Shimizu Ken's cheek.

As their cheeks approached, Amemiya Iori took over Shimizu's lips, more fiercely than ever before.

Although Shimizu had just eaten the stew made by Amemiya Midori, Amemiya Iori asked for it without any hesitation.

Although they were in a public place at school, their tongues were entangled with each other wholeheartedly.

Minutes passed.

When the two faces parted, a line hung between them.

"I really like it. This feeling..."

The expression on Amamiya Iori's face became blurred because of the kiss with Shimizu Mi, and her body gradually became weak. The astringent feeling emanating from her at this moment would make people fall into it unknowingly.

"If my dear falls in love with someone else, will you leave me?"

Amemiya Iori's eyes were filled with autumn water, and her curled eyebrows trembled slightly, like wings covered with dew after the rain, and the expression on her face was so gentle that it was endearing.

"Iori..."

Amemiya Iori's appearance made Shimizu Ken a little worried about her condition.

"I'm sorry, I'm just afraid that my dear will drift further and further away from me..."

Getting farther and farther away? What is she talking about?

"What are you thinking about? Why am I getting further and further away from you?"

"Really not?"

Amemiya Iori looked into Shimizumi's eyes seriously and confirmed again.

"of course not."

"Even if one day you fall in love with someone else?"

"Why do you keep assuming that I'll fall in love with someone else? What happened to you today, Iori?"

Shimizumi's intuition told him that Amamiya Iori must have said something.

Amemiya Iori's expression looked a little conflicted, and after a moment, her lips moved slightly.

"Honey, has mom said anything strange to you recently..."

"Weird words?"

Since that last night, Shimizu Miu hasn't met Amemiya Miu anymore, so of course there wasn't any.

"Iori, what happened to Aunt Amamiya?"

"No...it's nothing. It's just that if mom suddenly says something strange to you one day, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Amemiya Iori involuntarily hugged Shimizu's waist with her hands, turned her head to the side, and snuggled into his chest.

Although Shimizu Mi may not have noticed it yet, Amamiya Iori already had such a premonition.

Because his father died early, Amemiya Iori had been living with Amemiya Mido since he was five years old.

Although the life of mother and daughter is very ordinary, Amamiya Midori never complains about anything. In her world, no matter what kind of beautiful things she encounters, she always thinks of Amamiya Iori first and leaves the best for her.

For many years, for Amemiya Midori, her daughter Amemiya Iori was her whole world.

But in fact, Amemiya Iori knew clearly that Amemiya Mido had always been very lonely.

For her, it was the first time that Amamiya Iori saw someone other than herself in her eyes.

Unfortunately, that person was the man lying in his arms at that moment.

Even though he knew very well that he was the one who fell in love first, even his mother couldn't change that.

Amemiya Iori really wanted to tell Amemiya Mido this fact and wanted her to give up such thoughts.

But when she was really asked to do that, Amamiya Iori found that she couldn't be so selfish.

Obviously, she couldn't choose between Shimizu Mi and Amemiya Midori.

Therefore, Amamiya Iori now has only one choice.

(End of this chapter)