"Of course!"
Hayato nodded as if it were only natural.
Since Hayato's parents passed away, Hayato had been cooking for himself.
Over the years, Hayato had also honed some excellent cooking skills.
At least, they were no less inferior to the chefs in those hotels.
Having lived two lives, Hayato's learning ability and memory were far superior to ordinary people.
From childhood to adulthood, as long as it was something Hayato wanted to learn, there was nothing Hayato couldn't learn.
Skills and crafts that others needed ten years to master, Hayato could even master to perfection in a year or even a few months.
Cooking was naturally no exception.
When the old man was still alive, he often lamented that Hayato should become a carpenter or something.
Japan is a country that values craftsmanship very much, and they often talk about things like the spirit of artisans.
Those top craftsmen have very high status.
If Hayato could really learn a craft and get the title of master, it would indeed be much more profitable than being a monk.
Unfortunately, this good idea hadn't had time to be implemented before Hayato was forced to take over the family business.
Becoming the master of Yakushi Temple.
It's too late to regret now.
"I will start eating!"
Sano Chiho put her hands together and quietly chanted.
Picking up her chopsticks, she hesitantly picked up a piece of scallion-braised sea cucumber from a plate on the table.
Although it looked very good, she didn't know how it tasted.
Hayakawa Rin's requirements for Hayato weren't high; she could accept it as long as it wasn't hard to eat.
Taking a bite, an indescribable deliciousness exploded on her taste buds.
Sano Chiho's exquisite large eyes immediately widened, her face full of disbelief.
"Delicious!"
This taste was simply more delicious than the grand meals she had eaten in high-end restaurants before.
"Xiao Hayato, did you really make this?"
Looking at that unbelievably expression, Hayato didn't explain either.
Picking up the chopsticks from the table, he casually put some dishes into Sano Chiho's bowl.
"If you think it's good, eat more."
Pfft!
Looking at Hayato, who was propping his chin with his hand and watching her eat like an elder.
Sano Chiho directly reached out and flicked his head.
"You stinky brat, why does your tone sound like you're the elder?"
Although she said that, the speed at which she ate the rice in her hand was not slow at all.
After eating her fill, Sano Chiho rubbed her slightly bulging stomach, her face full of complaint.
"Really, why does the food have to be so delicious?"
"You made my stomach so big, be careful, I might make you responsible."
"I don't mind, I'm just afraid someone else won't agree."
Hayato, who was clearing the table, glanced at her and said without hesitation.
His temple was so big, he really didn't mind supporting one more person.
"You stinky brat, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"What responsibility can you take?"
Sano Chiho's face turned red, and she turned her head to hide her uncomfortable expression.
She felt that her face right now must be terrifyingly hot.
This brat, how did he become so bold with his words now?
Make her responsible? What was this stinky boy thinking in his head?
He dared to say such things to an auntie.
Sano Chiho just assumed she had misunderstood and didn't dare to continue the topic.
This was already a bit too much, completely unlike a conversation between an elder and a junior.
If they continued chatting, she didn't know what kind of audacious words this stinky boy would say.
Whether Hayato was intentional or not, she just assumed she was thinking too much.
Looking at the nervous, flustered, and somewhat helpless Sano Chiho, Hayato shrugged helplessly and didn't continue to tease that fragile little heart.
This kind of thing couldn't be rushed; it had to be done slowly.
Just from the simple conversation, he knew that this little auntie's life wasn't exactly happy.
She married into a prosperous big city from a remote small town.
Her husband was an ordinary salaryman, earning a meager salary, and had to socialize outside all day.
He completely neglected her as a wife.
Most women in Japan choose to be full-time madams after getting married.
Sano Chiho worked as a teacher at school, wasn't it because her husband was useless and couldn't support the family?
Family discord is often a prelude to a relationship falling apart.
He had money and looks, plus the bonus points from the basic favorability.
With a little effort, making this little auntie's familial affection change in nature wouldn't be a very difficult matter?
"It's getting late."
"Xiao Hayato, Aunt Chiho is leaving."
Seeing the sky gradually darkening, Sano Chiho got up, planning to leave.
Although they hadn't seen each other for a long time, she really wanted to stay with this child she had watched grow up for a while longer.
But if she missed the subway, she could only go back tomorrow.
Not to mention her husband would be worried, it also wasn't appropriate for a single man and woman to be alone in the temple late at night.
Of course, what she was most worried about was that if she continued to stay, something beyond her expectations might happen.
Her husband's neglect indeed made her somewhat lonely and in need these past few years.
Even when facing Hayato just now, a trace of a bad, dark thought had emerged in her heart.
But, this kind of boundary-crossing behavior was enough to stop here.
If she really developed a relationship with this child that went beyond friendship, she didn't even know how she would face Miko when she was in the other world in the future.