At this moment, Hinata had already activated the Byakugan. Through the Byakugan, she could accurately grasp the condition inside the tempura.
Letting the tempura be taken out at its best possible state.
After considering that Hanabi would not affect her actions, Hinata did not pay her any further attention.
However, when the frying was about halfway done, Hinata still could not help but remind her.
"Hanabi, if it's tempura, by the time noon comes, the texture might get worse."
"It's fine, as long as it's made by Onee-san, I like it!"
Hanabi did not mind such a small thing at all.
"That's good."
Hinata nodded. While frying the tempura, she also started shaping rice balls.
She held the hot rice in her hands, then put meat floss and chili oil in the middle.
Aoba preferred stronger flavors, so his portion had chili oil.
Hanabi and hers just needed pickled plum.
As Hinata placed the last piece of tempura into the bento box, she put down the chopsticks and showed an expression of mission accomplished.
Hanabi leaned her little head over again, looking at the two portions of bento. The difference in portion size was obvious at a glance.
She stretched out her right index finger and pointed at the larger one, asking tentatively, "Sister, can I have this one?"
"Of course not!"
Hinata refused decisively, then placed the smaller portion on top of Hanabi's head.
"That one is for Aoba and me."
"Wuu~"
Hanabi wanted to pretend to cry again, but Hinata directly pinched her mouth.
"Alright, today is an important date. You're not allowed to skip class and come mess things up, understood?", Hinata said with a gentle expression.
"Mm! Mm! Mm!"
Hanabi nodded in agreement.
Seeing Hanabi nod, Hinata let her off.
Then she took off her apron, carried the bento, hurried out of the kitchen, changed her shoes, and quickly headed toward the agreed meeting place.
Tempura tastes best when it has just come out of the pot, so she had to hurry.
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The place Aoba had arranged to meet Hinata and Yakumo was a park in Konoha.
When Hinata had only just gone out, Aoba had already entered the park.
At the moment, it seemed that he was the first to arrive.
Although he had gone through various things early in the morning, as long as he made good use of the effects of Fuinjutsu, he was still the fastest.
Aoba scanned the surroundings, found a relatively clean long stone bench, moved over, and sat down on it.
On the cold stone bench, there were still a few fallen dry yellow leaves.
The early morning of late autumn was not cold, but it definitely was not comfortable either.
However, there were still quite a few elderly people doing morning exercises in the park.
After all, the world of the Hokage was still mostly made up of ordinary people.
Aoba quietly looked at the scene before him, one not much different from his previous life.
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes.
He had actually noticed someone approaching from behind long ago.
He just did not expose it, instead cooperating very well by letting the other person cover his eyes.
Before he could make any reaction, a male voice he was very unfamiliar with came from behind.
"Guess who I am?"
"..."
Aoba felt somewhat speechless. He lightly patted the hands covering his eyes, "If I guess wrong, Yakumo, what are you going to do?"
The hands loosened from his eyes. Aoba turned his head, and sure enough, in front of him was that cute little face with a bright smile.
Yakumo's outfit today was not complicated. A pleated skirt JK outfit, paired with a slim, long white thermal stocking, and on her feet were a pair of lunch boxes… ah no, a pair of small leather shoes.
Aoba had actually been very surprised at first that such an outfit existed in the ninja world.
But later, after hearing Yakumo say that it was something he had once imagined in her genjutsu world, it did not seem strange anymore.
When he was younger, he had often used Yakumo's genjutsu world to try out some strange things.
After all, it was too useful.
As for the voice just now, it was clearly something she had disguised.
Yakumo smiled and sat down tightly next to Aoba. To make it easier for them to sit close, she naturally pulled his hand and placed it on her leg clad in white stockings, then placed her own hand on top of it.
Finally, with a fierce yet cute expression, she said in a deliberately threatening tone.
"If you guess wrong, you'll be punished."
Aoba only found her cute, then reached out and rubbed the stockings on her thigh.
Although he could feel how thick the fabric was, he still could not help but ask with concern, "If you dress like this, won't you be cold?"
"Not cold at all. These are thickened thermal stockings."
Yakumo did not mind Aoba taking advantage of her at all. She blinked and glanced around, then leaned close to his ear and said, "Want to put it in and try? It's very warm."
"Hm? Put it in?"
An extremely strange way to play subconsciously surfaced in Aoba's mind.
"Ehehe!"
Who would have thought that Yakumo instead showed a sly smile, "Aoba, I meant your hand. Did you just think of something weird?"
"..."
Aoba knew he had been misled by her, but what Yakumo was really thinking was hard to say.
Because he knew very well about Yakumo's spirit of exploration. She had come up with no shortage of strange ways to play.
"Alright, Hinata should be arriving soon."
As he spoke, Aoba wanted to pull his hand back from her white stocking. In his perception, Hinata was already rushing toward him quickly.
But Yakumo firmly held his hand down, pressed her whole body against him, and said in a seductive tone, "Then while Hinata isn't here yet, we can first do some things we love to do."
"Here? That's not really appropriate, right?"
Aoba glanced at the elderly people doing morning exercises in the park. Showing off affection in front of a group of elderly folks still felt a bit immoral to him.
But before he could finish speaking, Yakumo had already wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her face over, directly kissing him.
"Mmh!"
In the end, Yakumo was the first to let out a soft moan, because she felt the aggression from him.
'Saying it isn't appropriate, but his body is being very honest, isn't it, even reaching out…'
Yakumo's eyes turned hazy, and her body completely softened in Aoba's arms.
After all, they were still outside. Although the people around them all looked like they were turning a blind eye, Aoba did not kiss her for long.
After just a brief taste, he let go of Yakumo, whose face was slightly flushed.
"Is it okay now?", Aoba asked with a smile.
"If it's only to this extent, it's still far from enough for me."
Yakumo looked like she was extremely unsatisfied.
"Hinata is already at the park entrance," Aoba reminded her.
"It's fine. Today, Hinata won't be jealous of me."
Yakumo said something inexplicable, then leaned in again.
Hinata, carrying the bento box, quickly arrived at the scene and immediately saw the two people kissing on the bench. Her gaze froze for a moment.
She only puffed out her cheeks, then came to Aoba's other side and naturally sat down.
Aoba: "?"
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