Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend

Chapter 17 Cooking with the Saintess

Inside a 24-hour convenience store not far from the apartment.

Miyazawa Itsuki and Tsukimi Sakuna are selecting ingredients for dinner in the vegetable section.

Because they had just moved in, the Tsukimi family's refrigerator didn't have any fresh ingredients to cook, a fact they only discovered at the last minute.

After that, Tsukimi Sakuna suggested that she go to the nearby convenience store to buy the items herself.

However, it was getting dark, and it was a bit worrying to let such a beautiful high school girl go out shopping alone. In the end, at Miyazawa Itsuki's suggestion, the trip was changed to the two of them going together.

Miyazawa Itsuki was carrying a shopping basket containing a white radish, tofu, chicken, and seasonings such as soy sauce and salt.

"This... um, it's quite plump."

Sakura muttered softly in her sweet and cute voice as she selected potatoes.

Miyazawa Itsuki did not participate in the selection of ingredients; professional matters should be left to professionals.

Despite having redeemed professional-level knife skills through the panel, Miyazawa Itsuki's understanding of cooking remains superficial.

The culinary skills I developed from living alone in my previous life were at most just cooking food and processing it according to steps; the taste wasn't particularly outstanding.

After graduating from a top university and entering the lucrative finance industry, I never cooked for myself again. Whatever I wanted to eat, I could simply order takeout.

"Miyazawa-kun, would stew be alright for dinner?"

Tsukimi Sakuna asked him in a gentle voice.

"I don't have any dietary restrictions, I'll eat anything Tsukimi makes..." Miyazawa Itsuki said casually, then realized the ambiguity of his words, "...Sorry, that's not what I meant."

He unconsciously adopted the tone he used when he rented a boyfriend. Perhaps it was because they really sounded like a couple traveling together.

Tsukimi Sakuna gave an understanding smile: "Yes, I know. Miyazawa-kun doesn't have those kinds of feelings for me."

As expected of someone hailed as a "saint," even her personality is so gentle and considerate, never putting anyone in an awkward situation.

Miyazawa Itsuki also began to understand why that group of people were so fascinated by the charm of the person in front of them.

If you only look at appearances, Asahina Oomi is not bad either, but in the details, the two are very different.

Naomi is like the sun, radiating a bright and sunny aura. Her fashionable and sophisticated style can make her seem unapproachable.

Sakura is more like the moon; though gentle, she carries a sense of aloofness, and that aloof gentleness sometimes becomes a kind of magic, making people yearn for and be fascinated.

Tsukimi Sakuna selected the potatoes and put them into the basket in Miyazawa Itsuki's hand.

She gently rested her chin on her hand, pondering, "We have the main dish, and we've bought the ingredients for miso soup, but we're still missing a staple food... Miyazawa-kun, what do you think of omelet rice?"

"Does Tsukimi-kun still make such complicated dishes?"

"Hehe, it's not that complicated. Omelette rice was the first dish I learned to make, so it's a familiar dish for me."

"Let's go with what Yuejian wants then. I'm really looking forward to your specialty dish."

"I can only cook average-quality meals," she said with a shy smile. "Please forgive me if it doesn't suit Miyazawa-kun's taste."

"How is that possible?"

Tsukimi Sakura picked out a carton of eggs from the miscellaneous food section. Looking at the price tag, she frowned and said, "So expensive," before putting the eggs into her basket.

Miyazawa Itsuki followed half a step behind her, watching her back.

Tsukimi Sakura looks exactly like a good wife who takes good care of her family.

People at school speculated that with Tsukimi Sakura's refined demeanor, she might be a young lady from a prestigious family. But in reality, she was just a child from an ordinary family, who would worry about rising egg prices and rejoice when vegetables were on sale late at night.

Is this what they mean by "commoner saintess"?

After selecting their items, the two went to the front desk to pay and then returned to their apartment.

Tsukimi Sakura put on a cooking apron and tied her hair up, making her cute appearance even more endearing.

Just as she was about to take the ingredients into the kitchen, Miyazawa Itsuki said at the opportune moment, "Can I join in too?"

"Huh?" Tsukimi Sakuna tilted her head. "Why? Miyazawa-kun just needs to wait."

"No, look, it's getting quite late. I think cooking would be faster if someone could help, wouldn't it?"

Miyazawa Itsuki explained, "Although I don't have much talent for cooking, I am quite skilled at chopping vegetables. When I was a child, I always helped my mother with cooking, so let me take charge of this part."

Tsukimi Sakuna looked troubled: "But you're clearly a guest..."

"I don't think it's necessary to be so polite. We'll all be neighbors helping each other out from now on. If we're too distant, it won't be easy to get along."

Tsukimi Sakuna thought about it seriously for a while, and seemed to be convinced. She nodded slightly: "...What you said makes sense. Okay then, I'll leave the chopping to Miyazawa-kun."

She made way for him and went into the kitchen. Miyazawa Itsuki followed behind.

He temporarily opened the panel, glanced at the [Knife Skill LV2 (15/600)] on it, and then closed it again.

Finally, I had a chance to improve my proficiency with it.

He initially exchanged for this skill with the mindset that "maybe there will be a chance to show off my masculinity at work," but unexpectedly it became Miyazawa Itsuki's most neglected skill.

Points shouldn't be wasted. They should be used wisely at the right time.

Seeing the two of them enter the kitchen, Yuko Tsukimi volunteered, "I want to help too!"

"No." Tsukimi Sakura's smile remained gentle, but her calm voice carried a hint of undeniable pressure.

"There's no room for so many people in the kitchen. Besides, as a silly mom who can cause accidents even when heating up bento boxes, I don't feel comfortable letting you into the kitchen at all."

"How could you say that to Mom?" Yuko Tsukimi said, her eyes brimming with tears, deeply hurt. But she couldn't find any reason to refute her daughter.

Miyazawa Itsuki watched this scene with a wry smile; the order of seniority in the Tsukimi family seemed to have been completely reversed.

Is it because she has a mature daughter that the mother acts like a little girl?

Hmm... what would it be like if the Miyazawa couple were still alive?

Miyazawa remained silent, no longer thinking about such matters. He picked up the ingredients in his hand, washed them, and shredded them.

Boom, boom, boom.

The rhythmic sounds echoed in the kitchen. Tsukimi Sakura stopped what she was doing and glanced at Miyazawa Itsuki out of the corner of her eye.

His profile, framed by black-rimmed glasses, wasn't particularly striking, but it exuded an air of earnestness—the kind of quality only a truly focused person could possess.

The vegetables on the cutting board were also cut very beautifully, with uniform size and thickness. The knife work was swift and professional, just like that of a head chef in a high-end restaurant.

Tsukimi Sakura was somewhat surprised.

Such amazing knife skills.