After a long while, Misako, who had finally cald down on the sofa, began to recount what had just happened.
It turned out that the air conditioner at ho had recently broken down, so Misako called a repairman to co over and fix it.
Unexpectedly, seeing that she was ho alone, the repairman harbored wicked thoughts and attempted to assault her.
However, just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly acted as if he had seen sothing utterly terrifying, collapsing to the floor and convulsing uncontrollably.
Still in shock, Misako hurriedly grabbed the phone to call the police, which led to the scene Shiroko had witnessed upon his arrival.
After finishing her story, Misako cast a fearful glance at the nearby morial tablet. "Hanyu, do you think it could be Yosuke? Kazuhiko acted like this before too..."
"Rest assured, it wasn't him," he replied reassuringly.
Hearing this, Misako muttered softly, "If it wasn't him, then..."
The next mont, realization dawned on her, and she looked at Shiroko with intense excitent. "It was you! Hanyu, it was you, wasn't it?!"
"Congratulations, Madam, you guessed correctly! From now on, anyone who harbors malicious intentions toward you and cos within three ters of you will end up exactly like that man."
"You will never have to worry about your personal safety again."
"Hanyu, how on earth did you do that? It's simply miraculous. How can I ever thank you?"
"Just like last ti, make another grand feast!"
"I have been constantly yearning for your cooking," he said with a warm smile.
Praised so highly by Shiroko, a faint blush imdiately appeared on Misako's cheeks. "You flatter , Hanyu!"
But soon after, a hint of resentnt surfaced on her gentle face. "Etsumiko's cooking is much better than mine, though."
"Don't sell yourself short, Madam. Ever since last ti, I haven't been able to stop thinking about the abalone you made."
"But my abalone can't compare to Etsumiko's. It was overcooked!"
Recalling Etsumiko's critique of her dish from last ti, Misako spoke with a tinge of bitterness.
"But I loved it. So, will you grant my wish, Madam?"
"Since you like it so much, Hanyu, I will go make it right now!"
With that said, Misako quickly walked into the kitchen, put on an apron, and got to work.
She busied herself for over an hour.
During that ti, seeing that it was too exhausting for her to work alone, Shiroko took the initiative to step forward and help out.
Finally, with their combined efforts, a table full of delicious food was successfully prepared.
However, they had barely taken a few bites when the annoying doorbell rang once again.
She stood up to answer it, but Shiroko beat her to the door.
The door opened, revealing Etsumiko standing outside.
Seeing the slight grease stains on Shiroko's lips, Etsumiko complained with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Hanyu, it's really too much that you and my sister are having a feast without inviting ."
"But you never miss out either, do you? Co on in," he chuckled.
Saying that, Shiroko stepped aside to let her in.
Upon entering the living room, Etsumiko's eyes were imdiately drawn to the plate of abalone.
Without waiting for an invitation, she sat straight down, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and grabbed a piece to chew on carefully.
A mont later, she remarked flatly, "Sister, your skills really haven't improved at all. It's overcooked again, and this ti you put in too much salt!"
"Hmph! I didn't ask you to eat it. This is for Yuichi. Why do you care?!"
"I'm just telling the truth! Besides, it's rare for Hanyu to visit. How can you entertain him with sothing like this?"
"He should taste my abalone instead! Mine is much more delicious than yours, Sister," she boasted playfully.
"You..."
Those words genuinely angered Misako, but she had to admit that the other woman's culinary skills were indeed superior to her own.
Especially when it ca to cooking abalone, she always accidentally overcooked it, whereas Etsumiko could grasp the timing perfectly.
Perhaps, this was simply a matter of natural talent!
Ten minutes later, Etsumiko's freshly cooked abalone was served.
Perfectly seasoned, soft yet delightfully chewy, it was nothing short of exquisite.
Seeing the look of pure enjoynt on Shiroko's face, Etsumiko shot Misako a provocative glance.
Seeing this, Misako could only turn her head away, sulking in silence.
But Shiroko knew how to keep things perfectly balanced.
After tasting Etsumiko's creation, he went back to enjoying the abalone Misako had made.
As a result, the pent-up frustration in Misako's heart was successfully dispelled, and the atmosphere between the three of them beca harmonious once again.
The grand feast continued until nearly noon before finally coming to an end.
Patting his stomach, Shiroko stood up, completely satisfied, and took his leave.
Seeing their guest eat so happily, the two chefs, Misako and Etsumiko, couldn't help but reveal gentle smiles on their delicate faces.
Once Shiroko's figure disappeared, Etsumiko looked at Misako beside her. "Sister, we can call it a tie this ti, but I absolutely won't lose to you next ti."
"Hmph! What tie? Didn't you see that Hanyu preferred my cooking?!"
"What do you an he preferred yours? He obviously liked mine more!"
...
Unaware that the two master chefs were bickering endlessly after his departure, Shiroko was currently driving his Lamborghini, cruising aimlessly through the streets.
He figured he might just get incredibly lucky and run straight into a goddess.
However, in this rundown comprehensive ani world, while the average attractiveness was certainly not low, those who scored above ninety points were few and far between.
Ultimately, after half a day of fruitless searching, he had no choice but to drive back to his villa to seek a little comfort from his beautiful maids and trading partners.
This kind of routine continued for three days. Three days later, Mitsuko finally returned.
The mont she got back, she gave Shiroko a massive bear hug. "Ah, I'm finally back! I missed you to death these past three days, Yuichi!"
Wrapping his arms around her voluptuous waist, Shiroko silently inhaled the rich, fragrant scent wafting from the beautiful woman.
...
In the middle of the night, having finally relieved the longing that had built up over the past few days, Mitsuko nestled in Shiroko's embrace and spoke softly. "By the way, Yuichi, the old master of the Sugimoto Group sent an invitation. He invited us to attend his granddaughter's eighteenth birthday party. What do you think?"
"The Sugimoto Group?"
Hearing Mitsuko ntion it, a faint impression surfaced in Shiroko's mind.
It seed to be a pharmaceutical company in the neighboring Kanna City. Back when the original owner's parents were still alive, they appeared to have had so business dealings with them.
And their chairman seed to be nad Sugimoto Ichiro, while his granddaughter was called... Sugimoto Shoko!
Yes, it was Sugimoto Shoko!
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