“I’m back.” After opening the door, Harukaze Tōru habitually shouted towards the room.
To say it’s a habit, it’s not entirely accurate.
Every time Kyō goes to school, I gradually forget this habit. When my sister comes home for vacation, I start to cultivate the habit again.
Unfortunately, when the habit was about to be formed, Kyō went to school again.
“Brother.” Harukaze Kyō lay on the sofa listlessly, looking like she was about to die.
“Low blood pressure again?” Seeing his sister’s appearance, Harukaze Tōru didn’t care about the things in his hand, he hurriedly changed into slippers and rushed to the sofa.
“No.” Kyō shook her head, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
“What’s wrong with you? If you have anything to say, just tell your brother. Don’t worry about seeing a doctor costing money.” From childhood to adulthood, Kyō’s body has indeed cost a lot of money.
This is also why Harukaze Tōru would work hard to make money whenever he had free time.
As a time traveler, it’s easy to be anxious without savings.
“I’m fine, brother, it’s just that I ate a little too much cake earlier…” Harukaze Kyō’s little face turned red.
Because her brother’s skills were too good, the cakes he made were too delicious, and she got carried away and overate. How could she tell her brother about such a thing?
Harukaze Tōru gave his sister’s head a good knock, then covered Kyō’s exposed belly with a blanket.
“It’s only April, it’s not time to wear a midriff yet.”
“Cut it out, every time I wear this, you always stare at me without blinking, right?” Kyō pulled the blanket up to her nose, covering her blushing face.
It was unclear whether it was because she was embarrassed about overeating the cake, or whether she was shy because she mentioned her brother’s gaze.
“Don’t talk nonsense.” Kyō’s sharp tongue naturally earned her a beating from Harukaze Tōru. After another whack on the head, Harukaze Tōru said righteously, “Don’t compare your brother to those perverts outside. It’s so scummy to be aroused by your own sister.”
“Humph, you’re the scumbag, brother. What kind of brother sees his sister hungry and keeps hitting her? You’re a scumbag if you’re not.”
“You’re still hungry? Spit out all my cake, do you have any conscience?”
…
Lunch was simple, besides a dish of oyster sauce lettuce, Harukaze Tōru also made baked fish.
Because Japan is an island nation, seafood is not only abundant in variety, but also very cheap. When you can’t afford meat, it’s perfect for supplementing protein.
“Sigh, in a while, we won’t even be able to eat seafood…” Harukaze Tōru remembered a news report he had seen on TV a few days ago, and while smearing salt on the fish, he sighed.
After washing the fish with clean water, he wrapped it in tin foil and put it in the oven.
After setting the timer for 20 minutes, Harukaze Tōru started to deal with the lettuce.
After washing the lettuce, he cut it in half, keeping the root for himself and putting the leaves directly into the pan to stir-fry. Besides a small amount of oil, nothing else was added. It only needs to be stir-fried for one to two minutes, and then it can be taken out of the pan.
He put all the leaves into a small bowl and covered the bowl with a plate. He gently turned the bowl over, and the lettuce leaves were neatly arranged on the plate. He opened the almost empty bottle of oyster sauce, hit the bottle a few times, and finally managed to pour enough oyster sauce over the lettuce.
The lettuce made this way is crisp and refreshing, retaining the original flavor of the vegetable while becoming even more delicious with the flavor of the oyster sauce.
Then he threw the root he had cut off earlier into the pot, added garlic and soy sauce, stir-fried it for a few times, and then put it into his plate.
“Kyō, dinner is ready.” He tapped the plate with a spoon, and a few seconds later, Harukaze Kyō, like a dog that smelled food, quickly appeared at the kitchen door.
“Are we having baked fish today?” She sniffed her cute little nose, saw the baked fish wrapped in tin foil on the table, and let out a small cheer, opening the tin foil.
She got burned twice in the middle, making a cat-like sound and sucking on her fingers, which made Harukaze Tōru want to laugh.
“What’s the rush, no one’s going to fight you for it.” Harukaze Tōru put down his plate and took the job of releasing the baked fish from his sister’s hand.
“Hmm, brother, why did you put all the leaves on my plate again.” Seeing her brother’s plate full of roots, Harukaze Kyō pouted unhappily.
She knew this was her brother’s way of caring for her, but Kyō didn’t want to accept her brother’s care unilaterally.
It was always like this, fresh vegetables were hers, fresh fruits were hers, even fresh meat was hers.
What about her brother? Roots, cartilage, discolored fruits, it seemed like those were his diet.
“Nothing, you don’t know your brother, compared to soft, tasteless leaves, the soul of a vegetable lies in the root!” Seeing his sister’s unhappy expression, Harukaze Tōru smiled and rubbed her little head, then picked up a large piece of lettuce root and stuffed it into his mouth.
He even deliberately crunched it with a loud noise, eating with a very fragrant look.
Kyō naturally wouldn’t be fooled by her brother’s clumsy acting, she picked up her plate and was about to divide the food with her brother, but she was a step too slow, and Harukaze Tōru dodged directly.
“What are you doing, don’t want to eat anymore, huh? Be careful, I’ll spank you.”
Harukaze Kyō’s body was not good, and it was partly because she didn’t like to eat when she was young.
How can you get nutrition if you don’t eat?
So after Harukaze Tōru became the head of the household, he put in a lot of effort to solve his sister’s problem of not eating on time. Every time his sister showed any intention of not eating on time, she would get a beating!
Of course, his sister has grown up now, so he can’t spank her directly like before, so Harukaze Tōru specially prepared a ruler. Every time he sees his sister trying to shirk her responsibilities, he would put on a serious face like an old man.
He didn’t like his sister’s current expression.
As he had always told Kyō, he was just poor, not dying, so why put on a sad expression?
Life is already so difficult, it’s one day to be sad, and one day to be happy, Harukaze Tōru didn’t want to waste his limited time complaining about such boring things.