I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 605 - 205. Give Amaterasu the husband’s surname "Fujiwara"!_4

Chapter 605: 205. Give Amaterasu the husband’s surname "Fujiwara"!_4

Fujiwara Reya, with a mournful face: "...Shall we talk about the Spanish Civil War?"

In a way, he hasn’t forgotten his original intention.

Amaterasu looked at the three of them with a gentle smile.

The two argumentative mothers-in-law, the son-in-law caught in between, and several not-so-easy-going ladies... She began to look forward to the possibility of this family going to Takamagahara, bringing a lot of fun to her otherwise dull life.

Of course, as the supreme deity, she could also whimsically intervene and amplify the fun even more.

The sky outside the window was pitch black.

Indoors, the candle continued to burn, seemingly intent on burning to the end.

Amaterasu noticed Fujiwara Reya’s pleading gaze towards her and said, "I have been waiting for you, Yako, to serve some tea." Then, she glanced at Mrs. Kasahara and asked, "How about it?"

"Alright."

Mrs. Kasahara sat up properly.

The reason why the Great God was being so polite was entirely for the sake of the son-in-law; Chairman Kasahara surely understood this.

Mrs. Hoshimi was much more submissive.

As soon as the Great God spoke, she got up and went to the tea room next door, bringing back a set of tea utensils.

A round ceramic fire pit was lit, with a small kettle placed on top.

Mrs. Hoshimi knelt beside Fujiwara Reya as if bowing, gathered her hair at the hairline and casually tied it up, turning her face slightly to gently blow on the stove.

As the flames flickered, her puffed cheeks looked so adorable, devoid of makeup, revealing her elegant and natural beauty. As the flames rose, her small hands deftly cleaned the tea bowls with a small round bamboo brush, and the firelight rendered her cheeks a rosy temptation.

Fujiwara Reya watched her graceful movements.

In many ways, Mommy Yako truly resembled his mother... her noble role as a shrine maiden, her elegant and calm demeanor, even her figure was a perfect replica...

"What are you looking at?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked while brewing the tea.

"I just remembered how, in my childhood, my mother would brew tea for me like this," Fujiwara Reya spoke in a particularly gentle tone, "Every time I was naughty, my mother would brew tea for me like this. And then... my father would scold me, so this tea brewing is a bit frightening for me."

"Coward."

Mrs. Hoshimi’s voice was pleasant and friendly.

"If Mommy Yako brews it, then I’m not afraid," Fujiwara Reya leaned his head over.

Mrs. Hoshimi hesitated for a moment but eventually gave in.

Seeing Fujiwara Reya’s head resting against her chest, she still withdrew a hand and gently stroked it.

You couldn’t blame her... the young man had come too close, and in the glow of the candlelight, even the short fine hairs on his neck glinted with a youthful glow, adorable to the extreme.

His slightly upturned face, his eyebrows, and lashes were wet, exuding a radiant charm.

Mrs. Hoshimi felt her heart struck hard by a wave of warmth.

Her maternal instincts were instantly aroused, and she used her hand to touch the young man’s long bangs on his forehead. After a while, she sighed and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, though you often lie... you truly are pleasant to look at. It’s a pity I didn’t meet little Fujiwara; he must have been adorable."

"I don’t lie."

"Is that so? How long did you deceive Rinko? Honestly..."

"The senior isn’t mad at me anymore, and this matter shouldn’t be brought up again!" Fujiwara Reya withdrew his head back with a grin.

Mrs. Hoshimi lowered her head, pouring the brewed tea into the tea bowl, and the first bowl of tea was handed to him with both hands: "Please enjoy."

"Thank you!"

Fujiwara Reya barely moved away before immediately shifting back next to her.

He held the tea bowl, sipping a small taste.

Compared to the daughter’s, the tea made by the mother had a richer flavor and a lingering aftertaste.

Mrs. Hoshimi was stirring the tea with a bamboo brush, continuing to serve tea for Mrs. Kasahara and the Great God.

As a tea room, this room seemed too simple, yet it highlighted Miss Yako’s radiance well. Her tightly pursed lips, with a youthful seriousness, gave a watery impression, and her fair little hands resembled blossoming cherry flowers.

Fujiwara Reya remembered the last tea ceremony he attended, where it was the senior who brewed the tea for him.

Compared to the daughter, the mother’s temperament and charm were slightly superior, her fair and slender neck and rounded shoulders appeared more youthful and vibrant than her age suggested. Her nose and mouth were as delicate as the senior’s, but her eyes were large and bright enough, very captivating.

Compared to Mrs. Kasahara, who also had a similar identity and age, Fujiwara Reya felt that Mrs. Hoshimi possessed a pure and genuine beauty.

"Hey, Mr. Fujiwara," Mrs. Kasahara suddenly spoke, teasingly saying, "You should be wary of Yako; she always puts on a meek and innocent facade, but who knows what she’s thinking."

Mrs. Hoshimi’s face turned red in an instant.

Feeling as if her thoughts had been seen through, she crossed her hands over her stomach, which had been on her knees.

"And you have the nerve to say that?" Fujiwara Reya laughed and scolded, "You’re the expert at that, Aunt Himeko!"

Mrs. Kasahara also leaned over: "Say one more bad thing about me and I’ll seal your mouth!"

"Alright!"

Fujiwara Reya obediently shut his mouth.

"Hoo~"

Mrs. Kasahara held the teacup, gently blowing it cool.

The fragrance of the tea rose gracefully, gentle and fragrant.

Her cute and cunning demeanor made Fujiwara Reya forget her seniority, as if leaning against someone younger than himself.

Without a doubt, he was enjoying every bit of the delight that came from her experience while being with Mrs. Kasahara.

Himeko, this woman, truly understood, could be the gentle passive party, yet also the seductive guide under a mask of docility. Her soft shoulder, just gently brushing against Fujiwara Reya’s, was sweet and peaceful.