Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Chapter 532 Then why did you hang it there?

"Oh~ Yushiro, your cooking skills have improved a lot!" At the dining table, Yuko took a bite of the fried rice and gave Yushiro a thumbs up.

Upon hearing Yuko's praise, even Yushiro's expression softened considerably.

"good……"

He had barely finished speaking when Yu Zi chimed in, "Not bad, about half my level."

Yushiro's eyes twitched slightly, and at Tamayo's prompting gaze, he chose to shut his mouth.

People often say, "Don't argue with an idiot."

He thought that statement was correct.

Before she could even take a couple of quiet bites of her meal, Yu Zi's voice rang out again: "Did you paint that picture in the living room?"

Yushiro's eyelids twitched: "Half your level?"

Yuko looked at him with a strange expression: "Why are you so insecure?"

Yushiro felt he had figured out Yuko's tactics; the woman's next sentence would definitely be—"Not even a third as good as you?"

Yushiro spoke first.

Yuko's expression grew increasingly strange, and she waved her hand, saying, "I can't draw."

Yushiro's face darkened.

Your straightforwardness makes him seem petty and prejudiced.

Tamayo chuckled softly, covering her mouth, amused by Yushiro's reaction.

“I can attest to that; Yuko really can’t draw.” Tamayo chuckled. “You can rest assured about Yushiro.”

She had seen Yu Zi's drawing skills; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were just childish scribbles.

Recalling her memories with Yuko, Tamayo couldn't help but smile slightly.

She appears to be a cold and aloof person, but once you get to know her, you'll find that she's actually a naive fool.

But the more Tamayo reminisced, the more heartbroken she felt for Ikuko now.

Tamayo knew that Ikuko was a sentimental person who hadn't made friends with anyone for hundreds of years and was unwilling to experience the pain of parting.

But sometimes, when you actually meet that person, you can't help but fall for them.

Then, experience the pain of parting again.

For emotional people, immortality is not as good as they imagine.

Upon hearing Tamayo's words, Yushiro's lips twitched slightly, unsure of what Lady Tamayo wanted him to be at ease about.

Yuko nodded in agreement, acknowledging Tamayo's words: "Your painting skills are truly amazing, Yushiro's."

This woman... seems to be genuinely praising it.

A strange sense of guilt rose in Yushiro's heart. This woman wasn't always being mischievous, so he humbly replied, "You flatter me. I'm far from worthy of such praise..."

"It's amazing that you can draw Tamayo even more beautifully than the real person."

Yushiro was stunned for a moment, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and he couldn't help but say, "How could my clumsy drawing skills possibly depict Lady Tamayo's beauty?!"

"That painting doesn't even capture a fraction of Lord Zhushi's beauty... ten thousand... no, not even one ten-millionth!"

Tamayo blushed slightly and felt a wave of embarrassment. A bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead as she pressed her hand down, saying, "Well, well, you two calm down."

"And Yushiro, I'm not as perfect as you say."

Yushiro denied it firmly: "No! Lady Tamayo is the most perfect woman in the world!"

Tamayo's lips twitched.

Fine, do as you please, she's already speechless.

At this moment, Yu Zi muttered, "Is that painting really that bad?"

"It's absolutely awful! It doesn't capture even a fraction of Lady Tamayo's charm!" Yushiro's voice was unwavering.

Yu Zi scratched her head, putting on a harmless look: "Then why did you paint such an ugly picture and put it in the living room?"

Yushiro stiffened for a moment, then suddenly pushed back his chair and stood up, his hands slamming on the dining table, his whole body trembling.

Yushiro said, each word trembling slightly, "I...will...go...take...it...off...the...way...away!"

This child is about to have a breakdown...

Tamayo's face darkened, and she exuded a cold aura: "Alright, you two, sit down and eat your food."

"Goo~"

The two swallowed hard, and under Tamayo's gaze, they sat down obediently and ate their dinner stiffly.

call……

Seeing this, Tamayo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Those two idiots have finally behaved themselves a bit.

It was supposed to be dinner, but it was really just plain fried rice with eggs.

The Zhu family only eats human food occasionally when they feel like it and want to try something new. As a result, they don't have much food in their reserves, only some simple ingredients.

That's to satisfy Yuko's request; otherwise, she would still be conducting experiments in the lab.

After dinner, Yu Zi lay contentedly on the sofa, watching television programs.

Yushiro cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them, while Tamayo went back to the room to find Yuko a change of clothes and a towel.

"Yuko, I've prepared your clothes for washing up. Do you remember the way to the bathroom?"

"Huh? I don't want to take a shower." Yu Zi slumped on the sofa, showing no desire to move. "Anyway, as long as I cover myself with flesh and blood, my body..."

Tamayo narrowed her eyes, her aura turning dangerous: "Oh? Say something else?"

"...You don't want to hit me, do you?" Yuko shrank back.

Tamayo blinked: "Did I ever hit you?"

Yuko breathed a sigh of relief. That's true, Tamayo and Shinobu...

Yuko's eyes dimmed slightly.

"But if you don't go take a shower now, I'll throw you out later."

“…I’m scared of you.” Yuko snatched the clothes from Tamayo’s hands and ran towards the bathroom, her feet clicking on the floor.

"Be careful not to fall." Tamayo rubbed her forehead, looking like she had a headache.

what can we do about it?

Physical injuries are easy to treat, but how can one cure a mental illness?

To be honest, Tamayo wasn't sure either.

Perhaps only time can heal a broken heart.

But... can time really heal a broken heart?

Tamayo touched her chest. If time could heal wounds, why hadn't hers been healed yet?

New memories cannot replace old ones, and happy memories cannot overshadow painful ones.

Yuko took a shower and used the high-tech Zhushijia hair dryer.

"Wow wow~"

After drying her hair, Yuko opened the hairdryer and yelled, the strong wind blowing into her mouth and making her squint.

When Tamayo and Yushiro finished their business and came out to see this scene, they stood there, gradually turning to stone.

This... idiot!

How stupid can a person be? The answer right before your eyes is the best one.

Sometimes, Tamayo had no idea what this idiot was thinking or what was going on in his head.

Soybean dregs?

Tamayo ignored Ikuko's aggrieved expression, and with a dark face, took away the hair dryer, telling Yushiro to put it far away.

Then he looked at Yuko: "Yuko."

"Hmm?" Yuko looked up, looking aggrieved.

"Sleep next to me tonight."