Haruno Gets Drunk and Sits Like a Duck

Is this considered "drunkard's peanuts"?

Fushimi Makoto had no interest in alcohol, so he decided to give it a try.

He picked up a peanut, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

"Oh, it tastes like pineapple beer. The alcohol flavor isn't strong, but the fruit flavor is quite nice."

The effects of the alcohol disappeared without a trace the moment it entered his body.

Well, if it's not turned off, it doesn't count as cheating.

Fushimi Makoto took the peanuts out.

As long as you don't overeat or get drunk, it's fine.

At least the taste is quite good.

Chapter 351 Haruno is drunk and sits on a duck.

Dinner at the Fushimi Makoto family's house began in a pleasant atmosphere.

Well, at least on the surface, it's a pleasant experience.

Mrs. Yukinoshita and Yukino were both very satisfied with the dinner, but they were both thinking about taking pictures of themselves standing on air and floating in the sky.

Haruno also had something on his mind.

She came all the way from Chiba not just to get the Bamboo-copter, but also because of the matter of watching the show with Makoto.

That schedule must be stopped!

If I don't stop, this guy might suddenly show up again to laugh at me.

Most importantly...

Haruno glanced at the time, feigning calmness.

In another hour, it will be time for my yoga practice according to the schedule!

She had been busy for a long time before finally getting a vacation, but now an extra schedule has ruined all her vacation plans.

Although the feeling of self-discipline is indeed quite good, with a healthy lifestyle and scientific training, she still doesn't want her body to have independent thoughts.

So she came here today to resolve this matter.

If you can't solve the schedule problem, then just get rid of Makoto!

Haruno's thoughts ran wild.

Just then, my younger sister's voice reached my ears. "Why did you even cook a plate of peanuts?"

Haruno subconsciously turned his head and, sure enough, saw the peanuts on the edge of the table.

Because of the variety of dishes at dinner, she didn't pay attention to the unassuming peanuts from the beginning.

"I specially boiled these peanuts, and there are still some left inside. I plan to eat them as a snack tonight," said Fushimi Makoto.

Yukino nodded. It was just a personal preference; that made sense.

"The taste of boiled peanuts is just so-so. Even if Makoto, are a great cook, you can't make them taste special." Haruno said, scooping some peanuts into her bowl with a spoon.

But after she casually ate one, the expression on her face immediately changed.

"What's wrong?" Yukino had been paying attention, immediately asked in confusion.

Mrs. Yukinoshita, who was enjoying her dinner elegantly, also looked over.

Haruno's pretty face was filled with surprise. She didn't look at her family, but stared at Fushimi Makoto and asked, "Why does this plate of peanuts taste like alcohol?"

"Liquor?"

Yukino and the other two were also taken aback for a moment.

Fushimi Makoto did not answer, "Do you think it tastes good?"

"It tastes really good, it's definitely the best snack to pass the time," Haruno said, eating another one.

This time, she tasted it very carefully for a while before concluding, "The aroma and sweetness of the fruit wine... did you add fruit wine?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita also tasted a little and said with slight surprise, "It tastes like red wine."

"That can't be right, it tastes like fruit wine to me, and it even has a sweet and sour flavor."

"No, I'm pretty sure this is red wine, and it's the brand I bought last week."

The mother and daughter expressed completely different opinions on this matter.

Yukino silently picked up a peanut and put it in her mouth; she also tasted the fruit wine.

The alcohol concentration is very, very low, almost negligible.

As for the taste, it's exactly as my sister described—it could definitely be the best snack.

She thought about it and ate two more.

Fushimi Makoto finally spoke, "This stuff is delicious, but you shouldn't eat too much."

"Why?" Haruno had already eaten two spoonfuls.

"Because it easily causes internal heat," Fushimi Makoto offered a scientific explanation.

Haruno couldn't help but chuckle, "I thought you were going to say something outrageous, but this is all?"

She poured herself another spoonful.

"How did you do that?" Yukino's curiosity began to rise.

"This is someone else's secret recipe. I had to go to great lengths to get someone to teach me," Fushimi Makoto had already prepared his excuse.

Upon hearing this answer, Yukino didn't press the matter further.

Mrs. Yukinoshita wasn't greedy; she only tasted a little and then didn't touch the plate of peanuts again.

The same Yukino.

Haruno, however, would occasionally eat a couple of peanuts and take a sip of chilled juice. She seemed to be enjoying herself, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. "I feel that the peanuts you made are more suitable for drinking with alcohol... no, it should be that we don't need any other snacks with alcohol, just a plate of peanuts is enough."

Fushimi Makoto smiled noncommittally.

He had prepared juice and water for the three of them before the meal, and now that they had tasted the plate of peanuts with the "buff," it would naturally take effect immediately.

Yukino and Mrs. Yukinoshita only ate a little, but Haruno's current state made Fushimi Makoto suspect that she might get drunk.

But even if she gets drunk, it's okay, because someone can take her home.

And getting drunk is a good thing.

Fushimi Makoto knew that Haruno's sudden appearance was definitely because of the gossip she was witnessing.

After dinner, Yukino and her mother sat on the sofa chatting.

Haruno sat alone at the dining table, one hand supporting her chin, her eyes darting around, and two intoxicating blushes rising on her fair cheeks.

While tidying up the table, Fushimi Makoto pretended not to know and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I feel a little dizzy," Haruno said softly.

"Do you need me to help you to a seat?"

"No need for that."

Haruno seemed amused, her eyes crinkling as she said, "My alcohol tolerance isn't that low. Besides, I only ate a few peanuts. Even if you added fruit wine, I couldn't possibly get drunk."

Fushimi Makoto: "You didn't just eat a few; you ate the whole plate."

"That's not much alcohol," Haruno said nonchalantly, swaying as she stood up.

But as soon as she stood up, she felt completely unsteady.

She instinctively reached out and placed her hand on Fushimi Makoto's shoulder, clearing her throat lightly. "I think I'll still need your help."

Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but laugh, "Your attitude changed way too quickly."

Haruno herself felt awkward, but she didn't show it on her face. "Why don't you help me to your room to sit for a while? I might need to lie down for a bit."

My room?

This is stirring up trouble.

Fushimi Makoto didn't expose her, and helped Haruno into the bedroom.

As soon as he left, Haruno sat up immediately.

"There were no unpleasant or strange smells, no tissues lying around, and it seems like there really isn't a single thing that could be used against him."

Haruno slowly stood up, supporting herself on the chair.

She was planning to find some photo magazines, or perhaps comics and games that couldn't be published in the media.

Only in this way would she have leverage to discuss the plan with Fushimi Makoto.

In her eyes, she always felt that Fushimi Makoto had a way of solving her schedule; it was just that the guy had too many twisted tastes and that's why he didn't help her.

However, she had just eaten too many peanuts, and after only taking a couple of unsteady steps, she immediately realized that her rationality was declining significantly and her brain was becoming sluggish due to the alcohol.

She practically stumbled onto Fushimi Makoto's bed, then rolled over, staring unfocused at the white ceiling. "Damn it, I think I really drank too much... oh, I ate too much."

She rubbed her temples and found it difficult to stay awake; her thinking ability was gradually declining, and it was no longer possible to find any fault with her.

Outside the house.

Fushimi Makoto came out, Mrs. Yukinoshita asked in surprise, "Haruno really drunk?"

"It should be," Fushimi Makoto said.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was momentarily speechless.

Yukino had a complicated expression, wanting to laugh but also finding it absurd, "How is that possible? As far as I know, even if you added fruit wine to the peanuts, even if you ate them all, you shouldn't get drunk."

"Haruno's alcohol tolerance isn't that bad," Mrs. Yukinoshita added.

The mother and daughter looked up in unison, their beautiful eyes landing directly on Fushimi Makoto.

Fushimi Makoto: "Why are you all looking at me?"

Yukino: "There might be something wrong with the peanuts."

Mrs. Yukinoshita: "You have a problem."

Fushimi Makoto remained silent.

The more you explain, the harder it will become to describe clearly.

He got up, went to the kitchen, brought out the remaining peanuts, and sat down next to the mother and daughter in the Yukinoshita, eating them in front of them.

Yukinoshita and her daughter discovered that no matter how much Fushimi Makoto ate, his complexion remained unchanged. He was not drunk at all, not even a hint of intoxication.

Was our deduction wrong?

The mother and daughter Yukinoshita another glance.

In the end, Yukino came to the conclusion. "The problem might really be with my sister. She ate so much and had no problems, which means my previous statement was correct. The little bit of fruit wine in the peanuts couldn't possibly make someone drunk."

"It's red wine," Mrs. Yukinoshita couldn't help but correct.

Because she herself tasted it as red wine, she naturally couldn't stand that her two daughters said it tasted like fruit wine.

She has always been meticulous.

"But what I tasted was definitely fruit wine," Yukino said, turning to reach out to Fushimi Makoto.

Fushimi Makoto out and took her small hand in his.

Yukino: "?"

She slapped the other person's hand away impatiently. "I didn't ask you to shake my hand."

"You should have said so earlier." Fushimi Makoto handed over the peanuts.

This guy did it on purpose.

Yukino accepted the pills with a straight face and tasted a few with her mother.

"It is indeed fruit wine."

"No, it's red wine."

Fushimi Makoto was trying not to laugh.