"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" Shiraishi Natsuki couldn't help but asked when she saw Amamiya Sori looking distracted.
Shiraishi's father had to go drinking with his colleagues after get off work, so he didn't come back during dinner time.
The three of them knelt around the low table.
"It's nothing. The food is very delicious. It's just that Xiaozhi didn't wake up just now and was in a daze." Amamiya Zhi shook his head.
"It's been a long time since I've come to visit auntie. Her craftsmanship is getting better and better!" She changed the topic and changed the topic.
Natsuki Shiraishi covered her mouth and chuckled, "Oh, it's just to your liking. Auntie's craftsmanship has gotten better, not because Yui got married, and Mai often lives in Tokyo, so the only two people left at home are me and her father. I usually have free time. I had nothing to do, so I started thinking about the recipe.”
Amamiya Sōri glanced at Mai Shiraishi, who was concentrating on eating, out of the corner of his eye. He echoed Shiraishi Natsuki, but in his heart he couldn't help but recall the experience not long ago, and his cheeks turned slightly red.
Shiraishi Mai's red lips opened slightly, and the white and tender fish meat dipped in the juice, glowing with luster, entered her mouth.
Amamiya Suga couldn't help but swallowed.
"Kosori, Kosori?" In the eyes of Shiraishi Natsuki and Shiraishi Mai, Amamiya Suga suddenly fell into a daze, as if she was disconnected.
"Ah, eh?" Amamiya Shiori was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
"What's wrong with you, Shiraishi? Do you have a fever?" Mai Shiraishi put down her chopsticks and touched Amamiya Shiori's forehead, "It feels a little hot, but it doesn't seem to be that hot."
Being so close again, Amamiya Sōri felt her face burning even redder.
"Ahem, it's nothing. Maybe it's because the wind blew on the road and it was warmer in the room." Amamiya Sōri answered casually.
However, the Shiraishi mother and daughter would not simply let her go through it. They measured her temperature and fed her fever-reducing medicine. In fact, it's just 36.9℃ to early 37℃, not even a low-grade fever.
After dinner, we watched TV together. Natsuki Shiraishi put hot water in the bathroom and asked Amamiya Shiori to wash it first.
A naked Amamiya Shiori entered the bathroom.
Bath salts have been sprinkled in the bathtub in advance, and the bath water is as light yellow as milk lemon candy. Thick white foam floated on the water.
I gently tested the water temperature with my hand and found it was slightly hot.
Amamiya Shiori first washed her hair in the shower, and then dried her wet hair with a towel. Step into the bathtub slowly.
"Huh~" He let out a long sigh of relief as his whole body was soaked in the slightly scalding hot water.
The bathtub in Shiraishi's house was much larger than that in the dormitory room, and it was enough for her to stretch out her body.
Hold up a ball of foam floating on the water with your hand, blow it gently, and the foam will deform in the palm of your hand with the air flow. The palms were clenched into fists, but the foam slipped through the fingers.
Gently rub the auricle with your fingers. Although the foam can bring a smooth and moist touch, it cannot imitate the feeling at that moment.
Amamiya Souri closed her eyes and leaned against the inner wall of the bathtub. She needs silence.
"Xiao Zhi——" Shiraishi Mai's voice came through the frosted glass door, and Amamiya Zhi opened his eyes.
"Oh." She responded, indicating that she could hear it.
"I put my pajamas in the basket by the door. They were from my childhood. You should be able to wear them."
"I got it." Amamiya Shiori breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Shiraishi Mai was just coming in, but it turned out she was just giving away clothes.
After soaking until his whole body felt weak, Amamiya Shiori slowly climbed out of the bathtub.
Dry yourself, put on your new clothes, and put on light blue pajamas with Snoopy patterns on them. Although it was Shiraishi Mai's childhood pajamas, it was a bit tight to wear, but at least it could be stuffed in.
Because after Shiraishi's sister got married, she put a lot of clutter in her room and didn't clean it up for a long time, so Amamiya Souri still had to sleep with Shiraishi Mai at night.
Although she wanted to lay the floor, Natsuki Shiraishi refused because she was afraid that her fever would worsen.
Amamiya Shiori, who had dried her hair, was looking through the photo albums and picture books on the bookshelf in Mai Shiraishi's room.
From babies in swaddling clothes, to toddlers with braids, to elementary school students with tanned skin who are keen to participate in festivals. Each photo records every bit of Mai Shiraishi's growth.
Amamiya Shiori's figure also appeared accidentally among them.
In one photo, Amamiya Shiori is holding a fish, looking proud but pretending to be disdainful, while Shiraishi happily gestures with scissors to the side; in another photo, Amamiya and Shiraishi set up a set of toys at a temple fair. At the stall, Amamiya waved a fan to attract tourists, while Shiraishi stood aside with a ring to collect money.
The photo evoked memories of Amamiya Shiori. It was indeed a very happy day.
Turning back the photo album, one photo showed Shiraishi Mai in full gear, swinging a bat, and another photo showed Shiraishi Mai performing at a school festival, becoming the focus of the event.
After her high school career ended, her latest photos were taken with the Nogizaka members.
A thick photo album with many empty spaces waiting to be filled.
"Isn't uncle back yet?" Amamiya Shiori asked Shiraishi who had just dried his hair and walked into the room.
"Mom is already urging me. It seems that there is a happy event in a colleague's family, so she celebrated for a while." Shiraishi Mai explained.
After taking a bath, Amamiya Shiori calmed down, and his attention was no longer affected by irritable thoughts, as if what happened in the afternoon was just a dream.
After the two played poker for a while, they turned off the lights and went to bed, ensuring that they would have enough energy to travel around tomorrow.
"Uh~ Xiaozhi, why don't you sleep with me on one side?" Shiraishi Mai was slightly surprised when she saw Amamiya Shizaki quietly putting the pillow on the other side. They usually sleep on the same side, but I don't know what happened to Amamiya Shiori today.
"No, I want to be quiet." Amamiya Soi got into bed from another direction.
The advantage of this is obvious, it is difficult to happen again in the afternoon.
Amamiya Shiori stretched out his head and looked out the window.
Mai Shiraishi couldn't fall asleep yet, so she kept chatting with her.
After taking a bath, the two of them smelled of honey and apples brought by the bath salts. Gradually, accompanied by the scent of concentration, Amamiya Shiori was finally able to sleep peacefully.
