In the time loop, I do whatever I want

"There's no need to feel pressured. You're already looking forward to your aunt coming to watch, so you just need to control everything as usual." Fushimi Makoto reminded in a low voice.

Xue No was stunned, her beautiful eyes filled with strange emotions: "Do you analyze my expressions and thoughts whenever you have free time?"

"You figured this out? Okay, I'll be the water delivery guy for now, you just relax."

After saying this, Fushimi Makoto deliberately touched Yukino's hair while she wasn't paying attention.

The girl with long straight black hair glared at him immediately.

Fushimi Makoto laughed and walked away, starting to serve water to others.

"How childish."

Yukino cursed softly, but a faint smile played at the corner of her eyes.

She actually knew that she quite liked these little interactions between him and her.

Of course, this scene was seen by the two beautiful women.

"He and Yukino have a really good relationship." Sayuri Sawamura sighed.

Mrs. Yukinoshita said nothing.

There was not much expression on her face, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

When the crew disbanded in the afternoon, Fushimi Makoto was stopped by Sayuri Sawamura.

"Acheng, thank you for taking care of my Eriri during this time. Are you free today? It's just right that you and Yukino can come to my house for dinner."

"If you don't mind, I have no problem with that."

"Of course I won't bother you, but I'd be even happier if you were willing to call me sister."

"Definitely next time."

In just a few words, Fushimi Makoto decided to go to Sawamura's house for dinner.

Yukino didn't refuse either.

She was curious about what her mother would think of her performance today.

Makoto Fushimi and Eriri packed up their equipment, locked the door, and everyone got in the car and left.

After arriving at their destination, Fushimi Makoto changed his shoes and followed the two beautiful women into the spacious living room. He had originally wanted to sit down and rest, but as soon as he sat down, he heard Eriri muttering quietly beside him: "Mom hasn't cooked for a while. I wonder what she will cook tonight."

Fushimi Makoto stood up quickly.

His sudden action startled Yukino and Eriri.

Without waiting for them to ask, Fushimi Makoto told Sayuri Sawamura to cook.

He didn't want to be busy all day and then have to eat a not-so-delicious dinner.

Only by working for yourself can you have enough food and clothing.

Although Sayuri Sawamura was reluctant to let the guests cook, she ultimately failed to say anything to Makoto Fushimi.

"I'll come too." Yukino stood up.

The two entered the kitchen one after the other. Sayuri Sawamura sighed again, "Their relationship is so good. No wonder so many people on the Internet want to ship them. If I were ten years younger, I would ship them too... huh?"

Before she could finish her words, she caught a glimpse of Eriri pouting and staring towards the kitchen, looking unhappy.

Seeing her daughter like this, the mother immediately thought it was funny.

She would occasionally chat with her daughter about Fu Jiancheng these days.

So she could also be sure that Eriri herself was probably too unsure whether her feelings for Fushimi Makoto were love or just simple admiration.

After all, even Sayuri Sawamura has to admit how outstanding that boy is.

She was about to tease her daughter when she turned around and suddenly saw Mrs. Yukinoshita also looking at the kitchen.

Eh?

What's going on with this person?

For the first time in her life, Sayuri Sawamura felt that her brain was not enough.

She felt that her insight must be wrong.

Otherwise, how could her brain remind herself that her best friend's mood swings seemed to be the same as her daughter's...

At this time, Mrs. Yukinoshita's voice rang out: "I've heard many times that Ah Cheng's cooking skills are better than many restaurant chefs. Today I have the opportunity to verify it."

Sayuri Sawamura was stunned.

So this is what she was thinking about just now?

I told you, my judgment must have been wrong.

She is my best friend and she is so mature. How could she have the same emotions as Eriri?

Chapter 259 Humph, want to escape?

"Do you need me to help you create opportunities later?"

In the kitchen, Fushimi Makoto glanced at Yukino, who was still beautiful in her apron, and asked in a low voice.

Yukino was startled, as if hesitating: "I don't want to appear too deliberate."

Of course she understood what Makoto Fushimi meant by "creating opportunities."

The other party wanted to help me create an opportunity for my mother to praise me.

After returning from the crew, Mrs. Yukinoshita did not comment on Yukino's performance today.

This made the girl somewhat uncomfortable.

Although she was not the kind of girl who craved for vanity to be satisfied, this was the first time in her life that she participated in a "big event", and she was the one who took charge of everything.

No matter what, she hoped her mother could make some comments.

Even if it's criticism.

"I understand. I'll try not to be so deliberate then." Fushimi Makoto's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Yukino was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Forget it."

"you sure?"

"Well, even if Mother has some ideas, she probably won't say them in front of outsiders."

"There are no outsiders here. Aunt Sawamura is her best friend, Eriri is your friend, and I am your good brother."

"...The last sentence is too redundant."

Yukino couldn't help but give the other person a dangerous look.

She had long understood that Fushimi Makoto kept calling her brother just to satisfy his own bad taste.

For example, the line that always gives Yukino a headache is: "Brother, you smell so good."

"Actually, if you think of a way, I feel you can successfully trick him into believing something." Fushimi Makoto reminded.

Yukino shook her head, probably having really made up her mind: "No, with Aunt Sawamura here, she probably won't say what's on her mind."

"That's right. Even if Aunt Yukinoshita considers Aunt Sawamura as her best friend, her personality is destined not to be too straightforward, just like you."

"...You're talking unnecessary words again."

"Oh, I was wrong. You are like her, not she like you."

"Shut up."

The kitchen became quiet.

As the first dish came out of the pot, Fushimi Makoto noticed that Yukino had been stealing glances at him several times. Although she hid it well, she still couldn't escape his super perception.

"Just say whatever you want to say. There's no need to hide anything between us." Fushimi Makoto took the initiative to break the silence.

Xue No pursed her cherry-colored lips, and her eyes seemed to move away inadvertently, looking elsewhere: "What do you think of my performance these days?"

Fushimi Makoto laughed out loud.

Yukino felt her cheeks suddenly heat up, and she forced herself to put on a cold expression: "Is it funny?"

"It's not funny, it's cute."

"..." Yukino choked on the spot.

"Your expression is even cuter now."

"I shouldn't have asked you."

"Really, I'm not kidding."

Fushimi Makoto really didn't lie.

Yukino's tactful look, as she longs for her own evaluation but doesn't want to show it too obviously, is really adorable.

Especially after she was exposed by herself, her blushing and embarrassed expression was even more adorable.

She was so cute that Makoto Fushimi wanted to torture her.

Thinking of this, Fushimi Makoto secretly looked back.

When they came in just now, the kitchen door was closed specifically to prevent the smoke from flowing into the living room.

This means that as long as Fushimi Makoto locks the door, this place will be a perfect closed-room murder... No, it's a perfect place for torture.

"You performed very well, better than I expected." Fushimi Makoto spoke.

The corners of Yukino's mouth rose slightly: "Thank you."

Then she habitually expressed her desire for improvement: "If you think there are any aspects of my work that are not good enough, I hope you will tell me everything."

No matter how confident she is, she knows that there is a long distance between herself and Makoto Fushimi when it comes to filming.

I also have a long way to go.

Without the other party's help, I would not have been able to grow up in such a short time.

"It seems not." Fushimi Makoto recalled carefully, "You took care of every detail very well. Whether it was the lighting or the props, you prepared them all in advance. I don't have to worry about it at all."

Xue No unconsciously lifted her black hair, her beautiful eyes sparkling: "That's because you taught me all these things."

"So you wrote it all down?"

"This is inevitable. If you want to make progress, you have to start with the details."

"That's amazing." Fushimi Makoto admired from the bottom of his heart.

The smile on Yukino's face grew even wider.

Although someone always likes to tease or play pranks on me, when the two of us have a sincere conversation, he can always say what touches my heart.

He knows what he wants and what he wants to hear.

"It seems that you have made up your mind to be on par with Ichika." Fushimi Makoto suddenly mentioned another girl.

Yukino's smile remained unchanged, revealing her confidence: "I have indeed thought about it."

"With your talent and hard work, you will definitely not fall behind her, but if you want to surpass her, it will probably take a lot of time."

“I’m always preparing.”

"Okay, then while we have time, I'll teach you something fun."

"for example?"

There was an anticipation in Yukino's eyes.

She had always liked Fushimi Makoto's attitude towards serious matters.

That feeling is very attractive to me.

"Come closer." Fushimi Makoto waved.

Yukino didn't doubt it and took three steps forward. The two of them were only ten centimeters apart.

The next moment, Yukino felt a tightening around her waist, and was embraced by a pair of warm hands.

Yukino didn't struggle, but said unhappily, "Is this what you call fun?"

Fushimi Makoto chuckled softly, "They thought we were cooking, but we turned out to be doing something else. Isn't that funny?"