In Kasumigaoka Utaha's room, a crisp sound rang out, clearly her throwing a cup or something on the floor.
Satou was a bit helpless; this Auntie, besides being a bit chuunibyou, was also a little devious.
The evil witch she spoke of, goes without saying, was definitely an allusion to Kasumigaoka Utaha.
Just by hearing the sound of things being thrown in the room, Satou could already predict what kind of terrifying punishment he would receive from Kasumigaoka Utaha later.
But speaking of which, it was also a bit amusing that Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was always sharp-tongued and devious, would have a day like today where she was completely outmatched by another woman in a verbal battle.
Indeed, she was worthy of being a diplomat's wife; her words were sharp, which was completely different from the simple-minded Eriri Spencer Sawamura.
"By the way, Satou, would you like some snacks? Auntie's cooking is excellent!"
Sawamura Sayuri intimately linked arms with Satou, walked with her daughter into her Apartment, and then asked with a smile.
"Mother, you're showing off your meager skills now. The dishes Satou makes are not something ordinary people can compare to."
Hearing this, Eriri Spencer Sawamura couldn't help but laugh.
"Is that so?"
Sawamura Sayuri was a little surprised.
"Of course it is."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura said somewhat proudly, "Mother, you'll definitely be very surprised."
"I can make some tea snacks for Auntie to taste."
Satou nodded and said with a smile.
"In that case, I look forward to your tea snacks."
Sawamura Sayuri sat down, clasped her hands together, smiled slightly, and showed a cute, girlish expression on her face.
Looking at this innocent and adorable Auntie, Satou's mouth twitched. Probably no one would have thought that this seemingly harmless woman was actually a senior fujoshi full of chuunibyou tendencies, devious, and sharp-tongued.
Satou returned to his Apartment, got some simple ingredients, and then went to Eriri Spencer Sawamura's kitchen to start making tea snacks.
He whisked the eggs and sugar until they were creamy white, added fresh cream, lemon juice, and lemon extract, then added flour and heated melted butter, stirring gently until combined.
Then he poured the batter into the molds, filling them about eight-tenths full, and put them into the oven.
Before long, the fragrant lemon Little Cake were ready.
"Please have a taste."
Satou smiled and handed a plate of refreshments to Sawamura Sayuri and her daughter.
On the plate were several exquisite Little Cake, with red candied plums adorning the yellow cake, exuding a rich sweet aroma of lemon and cream, making them look incredibly appetizing.
"How beautiful!"
Sawamura Sayuri's eyes lit up. "Then I won't be polite."
She then picked up a Little Cake and put it into her mouth.
The cake was sweet but not cloying, with a refreshing lemon fragrance, an elegant and light flavor, and utterly delicious.
With Satou's current strength, even dishes made casually with ordinary ingredients were beyond what ordinary chefs could achieve, not to mention that the culinary standards of this world were far inferior to Shokugeki no Soma.
"It's truly too delicious!"
Sawamura Sayuri caressed her cheek, revealing a satisfied expression like a little girl, looking very adorable.
"Is this refreshment really made by Satou? It's an astonishing delicacy."
She gazed at Satou with her purplish-black pupils, exclaiming with admiration.
As a diplomat's wife, she naturally had many opportunities to taste refreshments made by top pastry chefs, but at this moment, she surprisingly found that all the refreshments she had ever eaten couldn't compare to this plate of ordinary lemon Little Cake.
"Didn't I tell you?"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura smiled faintly and said proudly.
"Indeed, he's such an excellent young talent! Not only can he cook delicious food, but he's also family-oriented and good at cleaning. He's truly a perfect boy!"
Sawamura Sayuri nodded, smiling, feeling even more satisfied with Satou in her heart, thinking that his family-oriented nature was very suitable for her daughter.
The fresh, sweet yet not cloying cake, paired with the sweet and slightly astringent rich black tea, made the mother and daughter eat very happily. In a short while, they finished the entire plate of lemon cakes.
"Eriri, do you often get to eat such delicious food?"
Sawamura Sayuri asked.
"Yes, Satou often cooks for me."
Eriri Spencer Sawamura said with a smile.
At this, even Sawamura Sayuri felt a little envious of her daughter's good fortune.
"I wish I could often eat Satou's cooking."
She sighed.
"Auntie, you're welcome to visit here often in the future."
Satou couldn't help but laugh and said.
"Really? Then I won't be polite."
Sawamura Sayuri also laughed. "If Eriri marries you in the future, that would be even better. Her father and I could enjoy such delicious food every day."
"Mom, what are you talking about? Satou and I are just ordinary friends!"
Eriri Spencer Sawamura's face flushed, and she cried out, both shy and annoyed.
"That won't do! High school is the time to fully enjoy youth. Go for it, beautiful girl, strive to find your love!"
Sawamura Sayuri started acting chuunibyou again.
It was an hour later when he left Eriri Spencer Sawamura's room.
Sawamura Sayuri was very talkative and kept holding onto Satou, not letting him leave.
However, Satou was still thinking about Kasumigaoka Utaha's matter, so he could only take his leave first.
Walking to Senior Kasumigaoka's door, Satou felt a little apprehensive, but he finally knocked.
Then, Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice came from inside the bedroom.
"Aren't you having a great time chatting with the pure saints? If so, why bother coming to find me, the wicked witch?"
Even through the door, Satou could feel the thick, almost unresolvable jealousy in her voice.
Satou felt a bit speechless, cleared his throat, and was about to say something when the bedroom door suddenly opened, and Kasumigaoka Utaha appeared expressionlessly behind the door.
"Senior..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up the laundry basket and angrily covered his head with it.
Satou's face was instantly buried in various discarded stockings, panties, bras, and other clothing, almost suffocating. His nose was filled with the unique scent of a young girl.
Satou helplessly took the laundry basket off his head. Immediately, panties of various colors and black stockings fell from his head, like a rain of panties.
Then, he heard Kasumigaoka Utaha's cold voice, laced with anger.
"You still have the nerve to see me?"
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