The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 209 209 Where Parents Are

Zhou and Midday, who were thankfully given discount vouchers by Kido and Chino and split with them, decided to buy the grilled noodles quickly and eat them in the back yard.

I came to the backyard, which seemed empty by the erasure method, because there was no room available in the rest area and there was no reason for me to stay long in the pantry where the equipment was kept.

Since outsiders are prevented from entering the back of the backyard, it feels like there is a little room for students but a place to sit.

He sat on a bench in the shade as he laid down a towel where midday would sit, and then he also sat on his back in a grand manner.

“I don’t know, it’s too busy to calm down.”

“Hehe, Zhou-kun prefers a quiet environment.”

“I don’t like the fact that I can barely see midday. Decrease”

“It’s not even a reduction…”

“My spirit diminishes.”

I’m patient because I can’t help it, but it’s not funny. My gaze is calmer than it was when I was maid because I’m in uniform, but the beauty still stands out a lot.

Well, he’s giving up at midday and he’s used to it, so I can’t say much anyway, so it’s to the point of spilling a little stupidity like this.

Zhou sighs softly as he embraces it, as he grins painfully as he troubles whether he understands it at midday as well.

“I guess people will be coming tomorrow, and so will our reputation, and we’ll start this afternoon.”

“Well, if you endure it tomorrow, it will be over…. Speaking of which, what about Shibako and the others?

At midday, Zhou shrugged his shoulders with his cheeks, wondering that he could not see Shibako, who had intended to come to see Zhou Da’s clothes.

“He said he’d come tomorrow. I’m on vacation, so I thought I’d stay for about two days.”

“Is it true!

“Why are you so happy?”

“Next time Shudo promised to tell me what my mother tasted like, so the opportunity came early.”

“Even though I’m a man, I don’t know what my mother tastes like… but I’m more familiar with my father’s taste.”

Both flavors are familiar to the surroundings, as Shibako and Shudo are made shared on a set date and time for dinner. However, Shibako’s dishes are flavoring, quantity and culinary choices such as THE/boyfriend dishes, so it must taste like a mother, but I don’t really feel the wind like a mother’s.

Shudo is a better cook and a delicate but relieving flavour, so if it’s about the flavour of our house, it would be Shudo’s.

However, I am so good at cooking that I don’t have to take it at midday myself… but it seems important that I learn to season the Fujimiya family, which I was hoping for.

“Nothing. You’re satisfied with the midday flavor, huh?

“It’s that, this is this,. Because I want to make it for you when you want to eat it.”

“On your left…. As far as I’m concerned, it tastes like midday, so you don’t have to remember.”

“… if I’m alarmed, I’ll say something like that.”

In any case, since they have already grabbed my stomach and fed me delicious rice every day, I have no doubt that the taste of midday tastes like home. It’s not like the Fujimiya family, it’s the taste of the two of us.

At midday, Zhou’s words blossomed with an out-of-season cherry blossom color on his cheek, and he tried to add the same color to the surrounding area plain by placing the used squash that he had brought on his cheek.

As the yakibuba on her knees was about to fall, she stroked her head squeamishly so that she could forgive her.

If I add more air to my hair depicting a slightly loose wave because of the three knitting I was doing in the morning, it’s swelling up to my midday cheeks.

“… don’t you think Zhou-kun can be deluded if you stroke him after all”

“I don’t think so, but I think I’ll be happy”

“You can’t do that either.”

Tung, dressed as cool but ruined by a blush on his cheek, grinned securely at midday and now stroked his hair to get it done.