Comprehensive Manga: Beating Mai Sakurajima at the Beginning

The person upstairs who communicated with him by stepping on the floor was his sister and Izumi Sagiri.

Of course, there is no blood relationship between the two.

Izumi Sagiri's mother took her to Ye Shenkong's house and formed a new family with his father.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The parents of the two died in an accident, leaving only Heizumi Sagiri and Ye Shenkong.

Since then, Izumi Sagiri has completely locked herself in the room and refused to show her face.

Even if Ye Shenkong brought her food, he had to confirm that he had left before he came out and brought the food in.

And stepping on the floor is a unique way of communication between the two.

Soon, an apple risotto was born in the hands of Ye Shenkong.

The light golden brown rice gives off the aroma of rice, mixed with the slightly sweet aroma of onions, and the fragrance of apples.

The three aromas, intertwined, make the taste buds cheer.

The stomach in the body seems to be awakened, eager to eat.

Even Ye Shenkong himself could not help but feel the urge to taste it.

Take the rice spoon, scoop up a spoonful of rice mixed with onions and apples, and put it to your mouth, the aroma is more intense.

As soon as you bite into it, the soft rice, sweet onions, and crisp apple chunks burst out in your mouth.

It made Ye Shenkong feel like he was melting, and the delicious taste in his mouth penetrated into his body, which shocked his spirit.

"tasty!"

Ye Shenkong, who has come back to his senses, can't wait to use all the praises in the world to praise the person who made this delicious dish.

Then he thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Put the apple risotto in the pot into a small plate, put it on the plate that I usually deliver to Izumi Sagiri, and go upstairs to deliver it to her.

"Sagiri!" Ye Shenkong knocked on the door twice as usual and shouted.

After a while, there was no response from the door, and Ye Shenkong put the dinner plate in the corner.

"Sagiri, remember to put the bowl at the door after eating!"

After exhorting one sentence, Ye Shenkong went downstairs and tasted the delicious food he made.

Upstairs, Hequan Shawu tiptoed to the door, listening to the movement outside.

After confirming that Ye Shenkong had left, he opened the door and brought in the dinner plate placed in the corner.

"Cuckoo!"

When I asked about this fragrance at close range, Izumi Sagiri's stomach cried out in disappointment.

Originally, because Ye Shenkong went to the club today, she was delayed a lot of time, so that she did not eat at the normal time.

So hunger is far better than before, and now looking at the delicious food, how can there be no response?

"However, when did my brother make such delicious food?"

In this regard, Izumi Sagiri has some doubts in his mind.

But this doubt, after she tasted the first bite of apple risotto, was forgotten.

Because this food is really delicious!

PS: [Falling Street Diary]: Today, my friend told me excitedly that he saw a novel that was written blindly, barren and rotten, even worse than mine. I quickly asked him to recommend it to me, because I wanted to know something better than mine. What is the worst novel written?

However, when he sent me the title of the book, I fell into deep thought, because that novel was written by me in another vest.

Chapter [-] Izumi Sagiri, who was defeated in food (seeking flowers for evaluation)

Izumi Sagiri could even swear it was the most delicious food she had ever eaten.

none of them.

Soon, in the bulging mouth of Heizumi Sagiri, a small plate of apple risotto had all been wiped out by her.

The plate was so clean that not even a grain of rice could be seen.

Sagiri Izumi, who squinted his eyes, stretched out his lilac tongue and licked his lips, with a still unfinished expression.

Opening his eyes, looking at the smooth surface, a blush appeared on his cheeks unconsciously.

It is a pity that such a lovely scene is not appreciated by anyone.

Izumi Sagiri touched her flat stomach with a tangled look on her face.

She usually has leftovers from the food that Ye Shenkong made for her.

So there is no such thing as a snack.

But today's apple risotto is incomparably delicious in itself, which makes her appetite, but because of Ye Shenkong's intentional limit, she doesn't feel full now.

Rather hungry.