I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 242 - 117. After the tea party, I had a meal at McDonald’s with Sister Fukaeri.

Chapter 242: 117. After the tea party, I had a meal at McDonald’s with Sister Fukaeri.

The tea room was brightly lit, with silhouettes moving about.

Hoshimi Rinko nodded slightly to Fujiwara Reya, her gesture appearing elegant and poised, though in her heart she had already cursed him thoroughly.

"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at the tea set on the table, her gaze lingering on a pair of teacups, "use this pair of Karatsu ceramic bowls to prepare tea for Mr. Fujiwara."

Fujiwara Reya looked at the pair of Karatsu ceramic bowls.

The black Oribe tea bowl had a design of budding leaves drawn with black glaze on its white-glazed front, exuding a rustic charm.

"Oh~"

Hoshimi Rinko responded softly.

Her fair and delicate hand reached out, holding a bamboo whisk and stirred in the cylindrical small tea bowl, as if cleaning it.

"It’s an excellent tea bowl," Fujiwara Reya sat down next to her, looking at her delicate hand, "its texture is robust, prestigious, crafted by a master?"

"Mr. Fujiwara also knows the tea ceremony?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked curiously.

"I’ve been exposed to it since I was a child," Fujiwara Reya replied obediently.

Mrs. Hoshimi smiled and said, "Then please judge Rinko’s tea-making technique."

"I’m watching!" As Fujiwara Reya spoke, he looked down at Hoshimi Rinko from the side, seeing the senior kneeling with her round shoulders leaning forward, her fair neck appearing even longer and more captivating.

The projection of bamboo leaves in the room cast shadows on her collar, illuminating the part above her long neck in the light.

With the junior staring, Hoshimi Rinko elegantly and nimbly used the cylindrical bamboo whisk to clean the accompanying water jar, small tea scoop, and spoon, exerting all her skills.

Beside them, Kasahara Fumi made herself a simple cup of tea, drank it, and placed the cup back on the table.

She used a Shino ceramic teacup with a faint red hue seeping through the white glaze, so beautiful as if the red emerged from within the white glaze upon close inspection.

Moreover,

the rim of the teacup had a slight pink tinge, making it appear more vivid.

That was probably the spot where the lips had touched... Fujiwara Reya stared for a few moments, and in the process of admiring, the pale pink vividly turned red, likely because the lipstick color deepened after the teacup had cooled.

"Oh..."

Hoshimi Rinko objected softly, tilting her long, fair neck to look up at Fujiwara Reya.

"Oh, lost in thought," Fujiwara Reya quickly adjusted his gaze, meeting her eyes.

Those nearly all-encompassing black pupils were watery and sparkling, incredibly beautiful. The light was the flickering candlelight; the tea room’s open window allowed the wind to occasionally flicker the light on her face, illuminating the area around her eyes faintly. When her eyes met the candlelight in that moment, it was like a beautiful and mesmerizing nocturnal firefly dancing in the night.

This breathtaking beauty made Fujiwara Reya instinctively say, "How wonderful it would be to wake up to see those eyes of the senior every day."

"How nice would sleepy eyes be."

Hoshimi Rinko’s fingertips trembled slightly as she added tea leaves to the teapot, her midnight black eyes further enhancing the beauty of her eyebrows and lips.

The tea leaves were infused with hot water, releasing catechins, an inviting subtle fragrance wafting through the air. Hoshimi Rinko rinsed away the tea froth, slowly pouring the filtered tea into the Karatsu ceramic cup, and gracefully placed it in front of Fujiwara Reya.

"Mr. Fujiwara, please."

The candlelight flickered as Fujiwara Reya inspected her now well-behaved appearance.

Against the backdrop of the paper sliding door’s leafy patterns, the golden paper cranes on the collar and shoulders of her long-sleeved kimono gleamed, as if about to come alive and dance. Her ethereal, graceful face emitted a sense of transparent beauty.

Mrs. Hoshimi observed her daughter’s unprecedentedly gentle demeanor, her lips twitching slightly, holding back a smile.

"Mr. Fujiwara," she said kindly, "aren’t you going to take Rinko’s tea?"

Fujiwara Reya accepted the teacup with both hands, taking a small sip.

"How is it?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

"Ah, Rinko’s tea-making technique is simple and elegant," Fujiwara Reya held the teacup, his gaze fixed on the senior, "The fragrant tea, poured with her hands, has a pure and genuine aroma. A small sip and the taste seems to place you at the edge of a morning valley, watching a hundred cranes dance in the mist."

The female guests in the room all focused their gaze on Hoshimi Rinko, displaying expressions of sudden realization.

Fujiwara Reya had no idea what they understood.

In any case, he was just speaking idly, not taking responsibility or offering explanations.

"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi smiled and said to her daughter, "use the other Karatsu ceramic bowl for yourself and make a cup of tea."

Hoshimi Rinko had no clue what her mother was planning, so she picked up the other black tea bowl, her motion flawlessly consistent from her chest to her knees, showcasing her refined grace.

She finished the tea she made, placing the teabowl on the table.

It happened to sit beside Fujiwara Reya’s teabowl, round like two people leaning close.

"Sit next to Mr. Fujiwara," Mrs. Hoshimi instructed again.

Hoshimi Rinko had to scoot on her knees next to Fujiwara Reya, a pair of fists’ distance between their shoulders.

"Closer."

"..."

Now only a fist’s distance remained.

"Even closer."

"..."

Their shoulders touched.

Looking at this perfect match like a heavenly couple, Mrs. Hoshimi nodded slightly and smiled satisfied.

"Ladies," she addressed the female guests, lifting the two teabowls in her hands, "these are a pair of teabowls passed down from our Hoshimi ancestors, with considerable significance indeed."

The eyes of the entire room’s female guests, filled with gossip, fell upon her.

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