"My taste is quite complex. If I'm talking about cakes, I would like matcha cake more." Yuanye came back to his senses and replied, "Just put a little bit of sugar or no sugar at all. The bitter taste is stronger, but it's also The kind with a hint of regret.”
"Eh?" Yagyu Sakura was a little surprised, "It's a relatively rare hobby. I didn't expect Yuan-san to like cakes with this flavor. I thought you would follow the crowd and like the sweeter cakes. This kind of cake with a peculiar smell is not only It’s hard to buy it outside of those high-end stores or old stores, and ordinary people don’t have access to this type of stuff.”
"You didn't just say something casually to deal with me, did you?" Yagyu Sakura stopped, narrowed her eyes, and stared at Yuanye like a cat observing its prey.
Yuan Ye felt a thump in his heart. He had forgotten that due to the extreme cheapness of industrial condiments, the proliferation of extreme flavors had become overwhelming. In 2077, the tastes of most ordinary people had been trained by the chemical industry group to be super heavy. , basically only like things with high sweetness or high saltiness, and there is almost no middle option, so naturally they don’t like bitter taste.
And his favorite flavor was determined before traveling through time.
Although people's preferences are always the product of the influence of the environment, maybe if Yuan Ye lives in this era for a few more years, he will change his tastes with the tide - of course, he can't be considered a completely low-class person now. , at least pursuing food that is different and expensive compared to popular tastes is not a choice that will put a lot of financial pressure on himself for him now.
So maybe Yuanye can successfully maintain his preferences before time travel and live out of place in 2077 until his death.
But at least for now, he has to face the problems caused by maintaining his preferences. Although it is basically impossible to expose his identity as a time traveler just because of this small problem, he still has to deal with it well.
"Is it weird?" Yuan Ye calmed down and asked.
"No, I'm just a little curious."
"If I want to deal with you, then why don't I just say, 'I actually don't like eating cakes'?" Yuanye began to try to smooth things over, "This is the more irrefutable reason, isn't it?"
"That's true." Yagyu Sakura clapped her hands in surprise, "I never thought I could answer like this."
"So I don't have the slightest intention to deceive you, Yagyu. Although it may be a bit strange or unconventional, I do like to eat cakes with this flavor." Yuanye used the words to counterattack Yijun, "But Yagyu, why are you doing this? Do you think I'm perfunctory with you? Am I so untrustworthy in your heart?"
Yuanye tried hard to recall the performances of the best actors in all the movies he had watched in his two lives, and tried his best to show a "heartbroken" look.
Yagyu Sakura watched Genya's performance with a smile. It wasn't until Genya finished one round and began to wonder if he was a clown that the girl opened her lips lightly and uttered a short word: "Yes."
Yuanye was stunned. This answer was actually what he expected, but Yagyu Sakura's tone was unexpectedly calm, much calmer than he expected, as if he had not touched the slightest emotion in the words, with a kind of The gesture of watching the mime through the frosted glass is like interacting with the world.
Just when Genya's brain began to work rapidly, thinking about what he did not do well in his previous conversations and actions, and whether it was because of some inappropriate word choice that made the girl in front of him unhappy, Yagyu Sakura sighed.
This action seemed to take all the girl's energy. There was no change in Yagyu Sakura's posture, but it gave Genya the feeling that her whole body had "softened" all of a sudden.
If before, she was staring at the prey with a predatory attitude in a state of high alert, then now it was like she was curled up and lying lazily on the stove facing the falling snow outside the window after having had enough wine and food. It looks like a cotton cat's nest next to the prosperous fireplace.
Yagyu Sakura suddenly stretched out her hands, clamped Yuanye's head, and forced him to look at her: "You were wondering if you did something wrong just now, or if you got into trouble because of an inappropriate choice of words. Are you upset with me?"
"I..." Yuan Ye's eyes wandered and he began to try to talk about him.
It's strange to say that if the two people's current actions were viewed from the perspective of others, they would be very ambiguous. Even if Yuan Ye saw it himself, he would give the same judgment, but he didn't feel anything different at the moment. Well, the relationship between the two seems to have suddenly become so good that they can engage in similar behaviors casually. Obviously from common sense, the two may not even be considered "acquaintances" in the conventional sense.
"You just need to answer yes or no." Yagyu Sakura deliberately changed into English, for fear that Yuanye wouldn't understand, "Yes or No."
Even though there was no fat on his face that could be squeezed up, Yuanye still felt a sense of oppression from the gradually increasing strength of the girl's hand, as if his facial features and even her brain were being squeezed.
"I do think so." In the end, Yuanye had no choice but to answer bravely.
After the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly felt a little relieved.
"As expected." Yagyu Sakura's strength immediately weakened, "I'm very happy."
"Why?"
"Because it means you care about me. Girls will be very happy when someone cares about me, no matter what the reason is."
"is that so?"
"That's it, this is common sense for girls." Yagyu Sakura gently rubbed Yuanye's face, as if she wanted to relieve the pain caused by squeezing him hard just now, "You did a good job, but next time Don’t do this again.”
"Why?" Yuan Ye repeated the question.
"Because caring about others is something that gentle people do, and gentleness is the privilege of [young people]." Yagyu Sakura retracted her hands and said close to Yuanye's ear, "But you have to become an [adult]. OK."
Yagyu Sakura's voice was very soft, but it seemed to exude magical power that made people obey.
"I will work hard to become an adult." Yuan Ye agreed without hesitation, "But what is an adult?"
"My lord is a person who is mature and decisive, as indestructible as steel and as sharp as a blade." Yagyu Sakura said incomprehensible words.
"Although I don't understand it very well, I will try hard." Yuan Ye agreed subconsciously.
"That's good." Yagyu Sakura nodded, turned around and continued walking towards the entrance, "Although you have to become an adult, if you really fail, it's not bad to continue to maintain the identity of a boy."
"Why?" Yuan Ye repeated the question again.
"Because for adults, there is no room for gentleness." Yagyu Sakura replied, "Girls will be happy as long as they are treated gently, but gentleness is the privilege of teenagers."
"What do you mean?" Yuanye was a little confused and could only continue to ask, "Yagyu, do you want me to become an adult?"
"Who knows?"
"The more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at deceiving others." Yuanye said with a smile, "This is a quote from a book I like very much. I think it is surprisingly appropriate for you, Yagyu."
"Are you saying that I'm good at lying?" Yagyu Sakura pointed at herself, with a hint of threat in her words.
"No, I mean the part about Yagyu that you are a beautiful woman." Yuanye excused himself quickly.
"Huh huh." Yagyu Sakura expressed her emotions in words that were not precise words, and she didn't know whether she was happy or angry, "I think your man's mouth is surprisingly good at deceiving people. By the way, Yuan-san, you are so good at talking. , why has there never been any news about having a girlfriend before?"
"Who knows?" Yuanye replied with the same words, "Although I don't think I can speak."
"I suddenly became interested in the book you mentioned." Yagyu Sakura changed the subject, "What is the name of that book? What type is it?"
"Well... it's a love story. It tells the story of an indecisive protagonist who keeps swinging between his childhood sweetheart, his personal maid, and a beautiful girl who fell from the sky." Genya said in a serious tone.
——Can "Eternal Dragon Sword" be regarded as love?
——It seems that in a certain sense, it can indeed be regarded as love.
Genya complained in his heart. He subconsciously felt that if it was love, Yagyu Sakura would be more general about it. He didn't know why he thought so. Maybe he was influenced by something he didn't know where. It's a subconscious influence.
The two of them walked to the entrance while chatting. Yagyu Sakura took the first step and opened the door.
Genya followed into the entrance hall, put on his own shoes that had been cleaned and popped out of the shoe cabinet along the electromagnetic track, said goodbye to Yagyu Sakura, and walked out of the mansion.
"You said that girls will be happy if they are treated gently, but adults are not gentle, but I have to be an adult." The moment Yuanye stepped out of the mansion, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and quickly turned around and asked, " So if I maintain the status quo, will you be happy?"
Yagyu Sakura just looked at Yuanye tenderly and said nothing.
After detecting Yuanye's departure, the door of the mansion began to close automatically.
"By the way, why did I wake up in the middle of the dojo?" Yuanye remembered that she had not answered another question of hers.
"That's it." Yagyu Sakura tilted her head, pretending to be thinking.
When the door of the mansion was more than half closed, she suddenly replied seriously: "Actually, I was planning to let you wake up with my knee pillow service, but you couldn't wake up for a long time and ended up hurting my legs. I’m so sore that I just ran to clean it up and left you in the middle of the dojo.”
"Really?" Yuan Ye was a little "flattered".
"Of course..." A smirk suddenly appeared on Yagyu Sakura's lips, "It's fake."
"Crack."
Two bullet-proof doors made to imitate the shape of paper sliding doors closed, making a slight collision sound.
