Chapter 74

She stuck out her tongue slightly, tapped her head with her right fist in a cute manner, and revealed her little Kokoro.

"You brat! You're not allowed in my room anymore!" Kogisora Akina puffed out her smooth, shiny cheeks and patted her little head.

"From now on, you're not allowed to secretly try my cosmetics, especially this one, understand?"

"If I find out, I'll sever all ties with you as mother and daughter!"

"Sigh... Is our relationship not even worth a piece of cosmetics?" Kogisora Yukina lamented.

Kogisora Susumu been silently observing the scene, looked at Sakurakoji Talent after the segment ended:

"However, none of these things are cheap, so they must have cost you quite a bit of money, right?"

"I heard from Yukina that you're still working outside. Are you doing okay financially?"

"Don't worry, despite my appearance, I actually earn quite a lot," Sakurakoji Talent said with a light laugh, allaying their concerns. "Besides, I'm actually quite well-off financially, not at all strapped for cash."

That's the truth. Even without considering his and Sakurakoji Family's assets, just from his part-time job at Starry, he can earn quite a bit each month.

He not only attracted customers to Fanxing Starry but also significantly increased the restaurant's revenue. In addition, he had to handle numerous miscellaneous tasks and act as a nanny for the manager's sister. Previously, he could hardly take more than a few days off per month. If Ichiji Hoshika had any conscience, she would give him a raise!

His current salary far exceeds that of the average full-time office worker.

Even if I used my own salary, it would be more than enough to buy these things.

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 105: Joint Trial, Forced to Reveal Oneself

"So~so~ Sakurakoji-kun's cooking is much better than Mom's, his salary must be high." Kogisora Yukina joked with her mother.

"Are you really going to hit me?"

Kogisora Susumu, then suddenly remembered that he hadn't invited the other person to sit down yet, and quickly gestured for him to sit.

"Oh, by the way, please have a seat, make yourself at home."

"Thanks."

Sakurakoji Talent sat down on the single sofa, while the Kogisora Family sat on one side of the row of seats.

"How old Sakurakoji-kun? I always hear Yukina say that you're a great cook, but I didn't expect you to be a head chef at such a young age," Kogisora Akina asked curiously, her eyes full of admiration.

She already admired Sakurakoji Talent, and now, after receiving his thoughtful gift, she admired him even more.

What a wonderful child! She's beautiful and very polite. If she could be her own child, her life would be complete!

"Similar to Ms. Ogiso, my sister and I learned to cook because our father was quite skilled at it."

"Hey~ You have a younger sister? She must be a lovely child just like you, right?"

"Ogiso said the same thing. Well, although she's not as cute as me, she's still pretty adorable, and her cooking skills are not bad either."

"... To receive such high praise from you, she must truly be a lovely child."

"Mmm, Sakurakoji-kun." At this moment, Kogisora Yukina frowned in displeasure. "Stop calling me Ogiso all the time, everyone here is Ogiso."

"Should I call out?"

"Just call me Yukina, and I'll call you by your name too."

"Roar~~~" Kogisora Takhiro made a strange noise from the side, causing Kogisora Yukina's cheeks to turn red.

"Then... Yukina?" Although he was used to it, he still felt a little embarrassed to be watched.

"Yes, Talent-kun."

Wow~~~

"I'm going to hit you!!" Kogisora Yukina threatened fiercely, clenching her fist.

"Is this really okay? To be so violent in front of Sakurakoji- Bro!" Kogisora Takhiro was completely unconcerned, looking utterly fearless.

"Gulp! You just wait!" She gritted her teeth, her smile twisted in a menacing grin.

"Haha..." Ogiso's mother chuckled wryly at the interaction between her children, "But in Sakurakoji-kun's family, is it the father who does the cooking?"

"Well, you could say that, because my mother is a complete culinary idiot who's completely out of touch with reality," Sakurakoji Talent genuinely remarked.

"Haha, isn't that going too far?" Kogisora Yukina smiled wryly.

"You'd understand if you saw it for yourself," he sighed. "Even so, she's very capable at work, and her father is in a supporting role."

"Hey~ This is how the Sakurakoji Family is structured."

"What do your parents do for a living? I heard from Yukina that they seem to be living separately from you and your siblings, not in the country anymore, is that right?"

Sitting in the center, Kogisora Susumu also posed his question, his Hands crossed, remaining calm and still. After observing for a while, his eyes no longer held any wariness or consideration, only pure curiosity.

Based on his years of experience in judging people, he could basically determine that the other party was not a suspicious person with ulterior motives, and his original purpose for today could be said to have been achieved ahead of schedule.

"Yes, they now live in New York. My mother is Fashion Designer and my father is a pattern maker," Sakurakoji Talent said truthfully.

For some reason, although the other person's eyes no longer held that initial scrutiny, he felt even more uneasy.

This scene of being interrogated unilaterally felt so strange and wrong. He frowned to himself.

This was really just a normal visit to a friend's house, with no ulterior motives, right?

"Wow--no wonder you look so... Talent-kun... it turns out there's a family reason, right, Mom?" Kogisora Yukina asked her mother for her opinion.

"Eh~ When I first saw Sakurakoji-kun, I thought he was some kind of international model! That makes sense now!"

"If that's the case, why did you choose to work in the food service industry? Wouldn't it be better to work in a related field?" Kogiso's father asked, puzzled.

The other three also looked over, apparently having the same question.

"Well, how should I put it, I'd say it's a hobby." He lowered his eyebrows slightly, looking at the ground.

"I did learn fashion design from my parents from a young age, and I had also released works as a designer before coming back."

"But maybe it's because I've been doing it for too long and it's become boring, so I want to change jobs for a while."

"My current work location and colleagues are quite to my liking, so I started doing it without even realizing it."

"They didn't initially sell desserts there, only simple Drinks. Since I happen to be good at that, I suggested adding them."

He couldn't reveal the real reason, so he could only offer this half-truthful explanation.

"I see." Kogisora Susumu nodded slightly, as if understanding.

"Huh? Talent-kun, you're a designer? You're incredibly versatile!" Kogisora Yukina exclaimed in a dramatic tone, while simultaneously feeling a wave of frustration.

Isn't this a complete and utter crushing defeat? The gap between the two sides in this friendship is simply too vast.

"So you're a returned overseas student? Then your English must be very good?" Xiaomu's mother blinked.

"If it's just English, I shouldn't lose, right?" Kogisora Yukina raised her arms in front of her chest, her face radiating a defiant spirit.

My English grades are very good!

"It should be alright. Our family places a lot of emphasis on language education. Everyone should at least be able to speak a few languages and have conversations with others." He glanced at Kogisora Yukina, who had raised her hand to encourage him, with a strange look in her eyes.

"I was sunk..."

She seemed to have lost all her energy, collapsing listlessly onto the sofa.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Kogiso's mother was also surprised, not expecting his upbringing to be so impressive.

"Indeed, if Sakurakoji- Bro hadn't mentioned before that his family were designers, I would have thought your family was a family of diplomats."

Kogisora Susumu, standing beside him, was also stunned and speechless, his eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't expected this child to be even more outstanding than he had thought.

"Hey, Sakurakoji- Bro, you've designed clothes before, right? What were they like?" Kogisora Takhiro, who was standing close to him, seemed to be paying attention to something he had just said.

"Hmm... how should I put it? Let me look for some pictures." Sakurakoji Talent took out her phone from her pocket.

I opened the photo album and flipped through it. After finding some photos of clothes that he had personally designed and sewed, I handed them to him.

That's about it.

The others also craned their necks to join in; it was their first time encountering this profession, and they were all quite curious.

"The Kingdom of Sri Lanka..."

"Did Sakurakoji-kun design all of this himself?"

"Hey, Mom, don't these look even better in terms of completeness than the ones sold in the mall? And the designs are nicer too, right?"

"I think so. I don't really understand it either, but they all look very impressive and glamorous."

"..."

In fact, Sakurakoji Talent doesn't sew many pieces herself that she's satisfied with. Most of the time, she just designs and leaves the production to others—after all, the process is really time-consuming.

Therefore, he didn't take many photos with his phone, including the clothes he gave to Shiina Mahiru last time.

But they admired the phone for several minutes before returning it to him, and their gazes towards him were clearly off.

Based on his past life experience, Sakurakoji Talent judged that this must be the look of a mediocre student in awe of a genius.

"Talent-kun, did you do all of this?" Kogisora Yukina didn't know how to look at him anymore.

Who exactly is this new friend I've made?

"Yukina, Sakurakoji-kun said he's a designer, so these must be finished products that he designed and then had made," Kogisora Susumu guessed.

Isn't design and manufacturing a job?

"Of course, after the design is completed, the pattern is made, and only then do we buy fabric and begin production."

"Uncle is right, but these are just things I made on my phone for fun by myself. I hope you'll forgive me for making a fool of myself." He said with a smile.

"You did all of this by yourself?"

"That's right."

"..." Kogisora Susumu was unusually silent.

He found himself in the same predicament as his daughter, completely at a loss for words.

If the other person is just an ordinary student the same age as his daughter, he can use his authority as an elder to intervene and offer some advice. Even if the other person has excellent grades, it will only make him appreciate them a little more.

But who can tell him what he should do if he encounters such an irrational character?

Even if he had no interest in the fashion industry, he could tell that what he had just seen were all high-end, exquisite products that would look perfectly natural in top luxury stores or magazines.

He now understood why Sakurakoji Talent had said he was financially well-off.

With this technology, one could live a wonderful life anywhere in the world.

Could this child be a genius?

Stared at like an alien by the others, Sakurakoji Talent didn't know what to say.

He only showed a fraction of it, and it seemed he had already pushed the limits of the group.

It's so hard to pretend to be an ordinary person...

"Oh no!" Kogisora Akina glanced at the time and suddenly realized, "It's so late, and I haven't prepared today's meal yet!"

"I'll get ready right away! Yukina, come and help me too!"

So focused on Sakurakoji Talent that she couldn't bear to leave, she even forgot her primary job, which she would never normally forget, and only now did she get up somewhat anxiously.

"Is everything alright? If we're running out of time, let's go out to eat," Kogisora Susumu suggested.

"No, it should be fine, but we might have to eat a little later today. I'm so sorry, Sakurakoji-kun!" She looked at him apologetically.

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine." He replied with an indifferent expression, then glanced to the side.

"Oh! Well then, I'll help your aunt too!"

"How can this be! You're a guest! This was my mistake, no, no!" She quickly waved her hand in refusal.

"Please don't mind, I'm used to cooking too. Don't forget my profession." He smiled and walked with her towards the kitchen. "Today, please let me show Uncle and Aunt my culinary skills!"

Rather than continue being "interrogated" here, he felt it was better to go to the kitchen.