Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 467: Will Dad support me?

go home after school.

Mom was preparing the ingredients for the evening, and Takanashi Sufeng, who had just changed out of her home clothes, ran up to help with her cotton slippers.

The faucet was running to clean the lotus roots, and Gao Li Xufeng was doing two things at once, thinking about reviewing today's performance.

"The sweater I wore this morning didn't seem to attract Kitahara-san. Instead, it made Moyu look at it for a long time."

"You should do less of this kind of thing. It would be bad if you are regarded as a girl who is always careless. Moreover, wearing clothes that are too eye-catching is indeed very uncomfortable."

Putting the washed vegetables next to the chopping board and quietly watching her mother chopping vegetables, the worried Taoli Xufeng felt quite depressed.

"Is it because I'm not in good shape? Why don't I have any reaction when I look at Kitahara-san's appearance?"

Takanashi Xufeng then thought of Moyu's body condition, and couldn't help but silently asked herself: "If I had Moyu's figure, would Kitahara-san look at me more?"

"But Moyu has such a good figure, Kitahara-san doesn't seem to pay much attention to her." She then thought about it.

Gao Li Xufeng was thoughtful, turned off the faucet, turned her head, and focused on her mother.

From head to toe, she glanced at her mother seriously, then silently looked back, telling herself in frustration: "It's over. Is this the only limit I can have?"

"What's wrong?" Takanashi's mother noticed her daughter's depressed state.

"Nothing." Gao Li Xufeng shook his head repeatedly.

After a while, she asked coyly and politely: "Mom, at what age do girls grow fastest?"

"About your age."

Tao Li Xufeng stared at her mother's figure, hesitated, and then asked: "Will you still grow after you are twenty?"

"Maybe it will happen again? I don't know." Takanashi's mother replied casually.

"It seems that there is really no hope. It is impossible to be like Moyu. Is the upper limit here?" Takanashi Xufeng whispered in a low voice.

Takanashi's mother, who was chopping vegetables, suddenly stopped and looked strangely at her daughter, who had been staring at her figure.

"You don't have an eye-catching figure. Are you blaming your mother for her bad genes?"

"No way, no, no!" Gao Li Xufeng quickly turned around and ran away.

Had dinner. Takanashi Xufeng, who has put aside his distracting thoughts, no longer worries about his figure. However, her mother comforted her by saying that she still had room to grow.

Moyu has such a good figure, Kitahara-san doesn't pay attention to it either. Maybe Kitahara-san doesn't pay attention to this aspect.

"So, it's better to wear less clothes that highlight your figure." Takanashi Xufeng figured out the key point. Based on her understanding of Kitahara-san, Kitahara-san pays great attention to polite details when getting along with her. Wearing that kind of clothes may have the opposite effect, making Kitahara-san pay less attention to her.

While watching the prime time TV series in the evening, Taoli Xufeng put a small piece of cantaloupe into his mouth. Suddenly something occurred to him and he turned around and asked: "Mom, have you told dad?"

"You want mom to tell dad?"

Gao Li Xufeng shyly asked: "Mom, do you think dad will support it and agree?"

Takanashi's mother feels funny. No one has caught up with her. She is just imagining that her father supports and agrees with you. When did my adopted daughter become fond of fantasy?

Although she thought so in her heart, she couldn't say it out loud, otherwise the little girl would have to run away shyly.

Takanashi's mother leaned back on the sofa, thinking back in a divergent way, and said: "Akihiko, he probably won't object, right? Dad's request for your boyfriend is that good character is the most important, and then there should be no problem if he is kind and motivated. ”

Gaoli Xufeng couldn't hide the joy on his face. The answer sheet my father asked for was just a little higher than the passing mark, but Kitahara-san was not only completely satisfied, but also exceeded the full score!

"Did you not expect that your father's request would be so small? Twenty years ago, when Akira ran away from home, my father talked to my mother about this matter." Takanashi's mother paused and smiled: "Akihiko had He also had the experience of being strongly opposed by his parents when he was a poor boy, and he doesn’t want his children to go through his own difficult path again.”

The second floor of the high-end apartment building next door to the old single-family wooden house. The gas stove turned on with a beep and then turned off again with a click. The range hood hums to the accompaniment. The smell of smoke that almost triggered the fire alarm filled the room. A plate of "fried shrimps with rapeseed" that was too black to identify the body lay quietly on the porcelain plate, as if to confirm that something terrible had just happened.

Amidst the smoke, Amamiya Masahira frowned deeply and analyzed the cause of the accident.

"Is the pot not good?"

"Let's practice again tomorrow."

Amamiya Masahira turned on the range hood to maximum power, went to open the window for ventilation, then brushed off his clothes and returned to his secret observation room hiding his merit and fame.

Some time ago, she accidentally read a few articles about harmonious coexistence between men and women.

One of them is to prepare more delicious meals for each other.

"The fried squid didn't fail like this last time, right? At least it looks decent." She muttered.

"Put too much raw material?"

After recent study, she has gained her own understanding of cooking and successfully summarized several practical experiences.

Wash the vegetables, cut them into sections, pour some oil on them, pour the vegetables on them, toss them with a spatula for a while, sprinkle with salt and serve.

Raw or cooked depends on fate, salty or bland depends on luck.

One time, the smoke was so great that she accidentally turned off the range hood in a hurry. Soon after, the fire alarm was actually triggered, and water sprayed from the ceiling. She was shocked at the time. Fortunately, her assistant Sister Qian arrived in time, and fortunately there was no one at the Beihara family next door that day, otherwise the consequences would have been quite disastrous.

Before entering the secret observation room, she looked back at the tragic scene at the kitchen counter.

After that incident, Sister Qian took a tough stance and forbade her from carrying out the aftermath work. Even her right to clean up the scene after cooking was forcefully deprived of her. He also said, "Young lady, you should keep your hands for playing the piano, and leave things like washing the dishes to me."

He also told her: "If there is just heavy smoke, turn on the range hood and open the windows; if it rains on the ceiling, call her; if there is a fire, forget about putting out the fire, run out immediately, and then contact her."

Although the words were beautiful and touching, Amamiya Masahira always felt suspiciously that Sister Akane was actually afraid that she would make another mistake and repeat what happened last time, so she simply enforced the law with one blow and even gave her the right to wash dishes. Not confiscated.

Amamiya Masahira looked at the dark plates on the kitchen table from a distance and couldn't stand it anymore. I thought that when Sister Qian comes tomorrow, it would be natural for her to be secretly laughed at.

After thinking for a few seconds, she returned to the kitchen counter, walked to the refrigerator, and opened it.

The large double-door refrigerator is fully stocked with fruits, vegetables, seafood, and all kinds of meat. Don’t worry about using it all. Sister Qian comes to clean and replace it regularly.

Amamiya Masahira glanced briefly and took out a few cherry tomatoes, a few mint leaves, and broccoli. Then she came to the porcelain plate with the dark food.

She placed the cherry tomatoes crookedly on the dark food, and then carefully decorated the edge of the plate with mint leaves, imitating the presentation of Western food. Finally, she decorated the terribly burnt food with a few broccoli flowers.

Amamiya Masahira was choked by the smoke and coughed twice, squinting to examine the results.

"It looks much better this way."

After that, she hurried back to the secret observation room and waited for Sister Qian to come and finish it tomorrow.

Back in the observation room, the lights in the bedroom next door on the second floor were not yet on. After waiting for more than forty minutes, I saw the bright light. Kitahara Kento walked into the room with his laptop in his arms, then sat down at the small table and started working in front of the glowing screen.

"It's been a few days, haven't you finished your work yet?" Amamiya Masahiro rested his chin on his hands and looked at the scene in silence.

She heard that before the winter vacation was the anniversary of Fenggao, the student union had been very busy recently, maybe because of these things.

I have read articles on the Internet before, which talked about some tips for men and women to get along harmoniously: giving each other space, trust, respect, etc.

Therefore, having already learned a lot, she wisely did not disturb Beiyuan when he was busiest. She always wanted to wait until he was completely free.