They Gather Here

Luo Zhen only felt his cheeks turn cold, and instantly realized that he had been succeeded by the other party's suicide attack.

He looked at the other party, and saw that the batter, which was originally a small spot, had been smeared and formed a big puddle. From this point of view, his face should also be in this unlucky state of a little cat.

Chitanda smiled like a goddess of victory: "Senior, do you still want to take the photo?"

This girl is against the sky?

"Hey, I have a bad temper!" Luo Zhen leaned over and put his face to face with the other party, "Why don't you dare?"

He pressed the shutter, and it was several times in a row before letting go of the other party.

The two fell silent again.

Chitanda slowly moved to the table and leaned over to look at the fried fresh milk.

Only the noodles were fried golden, and because the coating was done evenly enough, no raised starch granules could be seen at all, which was very appetizing from the outside.

What about the taste?

The girl picked up a piece of fried fresh milk with chopsticks and put it into her mouth, chewing carefully.

result……

"Hiss—ha——" She inhaled and exhaled frantically, trying to cool her mouth in this way, "Senior, it's too hot...! @*#￥%..."

The previous sentence "It's too hot" can still be understood, but the latter is completely garbled.

Fried fresh milk is a dish that is hotter on the outside and hotter on the inside, but Neon people tend to take a bite of this kind of snack to show respect to the chef. Chitanda didn't take precautions, and became like that.

But even so...

This Cantonese-style dessert is too delicious, right?

The girl only felt that the outer skin was covered with rich fresh milk, which was crispy on the outside and soft and tender on the inside. As the milk changed from solid to semi-solidified to melting, a perfect sweetness bloomed in her mouth.

Then, they meld perfectly with the meringue and rush down the throat.

Luo Zhen noticed that Chitanda was swallowing, so he asked, "How about it, isn't it dark cooking?"

Chitanda nodded, "It's very delicious."

For some reason, the girl suddenly thought of the photos she took just now, the outline of the other person's cheeks was so clear, recalling them one by one, it felt like a piece of her heart had been corroded.

Her face was flushed, and she couldn't help complaining: "This fried fresh milk is too sweet, so sweet."

As for?

Luo Zhen picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

He has more experience than Chitanda, he only bit off half of it, first sniffed at the fracture, then chewed, swallowed with a "gulp" and said, "No, isn't the seasoning just right?"

Chitanda didn't answer directly, but took away the whole plate of fried fresh milk: "No snatching!"

Luo Zhen shrugged speechlessly, then took out a towel and wiped the other person's cheeks, but because it took too long, the piece of flour seemed to be glued on, and it couldn't be rubbed off.

"Senior, you are too strong." Chitanda said angrily.

"I'm sorry." Luo Zhen really didn't know how to take care of others, so he immediately admitted his mistake.

"It's better to let me come."

"Hey?"

Chitanda pushed away the fried fresh milk, then soaked the hot water with a towel, brought it in front of Luo Zhen, and wiped it carefully.

The small face is close at hand, and the breath is sprayed on the nose, feeling cool.

Luo Zhen almost sneezed.

At this moment, she heard Chitanda's confession in a low voice that seemed to be muttering to herself: "Senior, you might make fun of me if I say it out. My wish when I was young was to be a wife like Yamato Nadeko."

Luo Zhen didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod his head: "Mmm..."

"And, you see, I'm pretty good at taking care of people."

"That, indeed."

What a blunt compliment.

Chitanda smiled, "Pfft!", took a step back, and looked at Luo Zhen repeatedly, making sure that there was no more flour on the other's face.

She handed out the towel: "It's your turn to help me."

After finishing speaking, the girl closed her eyes, and a moment later, a gentle touch brushed over her skin, leaving behind a moist and hot temperature.

In the darkness of closed vision, people tend to think wildly, and Chitanda is no exception——

If I let the seniors finish talking just now...

She didn't think about it anymore, but opened her eyes suddenly, just in time to witness the gentle movements of the senior when she wiped her cheeks, she couldn't help laughing: "That's very good."

Luo Zhen didn't understand: "What?"

"Senior is a big fool, that's fine."

"..."

"puff!"

The girl smiled.

Chapter 65 Problems and Fried Cakes

In front of them is a harmonious pair of mother and daughter.

"I'm curious!" Seeing that it was someone's daughter, the little girl shouted out her mother's catchphrase.

"What is Xiaoxia curious about?" Chitanda stroked her daughter's little head.

"Why am I called 'Xia'?"

"Because it was summer when your mother gave birth to you. At that time, the leaves on the trees were green, just like now."

"I was born by my mother?"

"Yes."

Chitanda was still smiling.

The daughter seemed to be confused, and continued to dwell on the topic just now: "But, Mom, why did Dad tell me that he and you gave birth to me? I'm curious!"

Chitanda was a little embarrassed by the question: "To some extent, it's me and... um... You should ask Dad."

The curious baby has always been serious, and most likely learned the trick of dumping the pot from her husband.

But anyway, it worked—

The daughter cast her eyes on Luo Zhen.

Therefore, Luo Zhen finally realized that the "father" that the mother and daughter said was actually referring to him.

At the same time, the daughter's face is getting closer: "Dad, me! Very! Good! Strange!"

It is true that like a mother, like a daughter.

Frightened by this mantra, Luo Zhen jumped up suddenly, and his head came into intimate contact with a certain wooden table.

pain pain...

He rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes, and a familiar scene appeared. Only then did he realize that there was no mother and daughter at all, everything was just a dream, and he just bumped into the bar counter.

Surrounded by the unchanging layout of the izakaya, with the faint sunlight shining in, you can see some floating fine fibers in the air.

Several days have passed since the autumnal equinox. The days are short and the nights are long in the northern hemisphere. Being able to see the sun means that it is already after six o'clock.

The girls are going to gather here, Luo Zhen has to get up quickly.

He reached for his clothes, but felt dizzy, probably because he had a wild dream all night and didn't sleep well.

After all, a daughter cannot be conjured out of thin air, there must be a "manufacturing" process, and this process is often the most tiring. If you have a related dream at night, you will definitely have a backache the next day.

He reached out to his crotch and massaged from there to his lower back, trying to relieve the fatigue.

At this moment, someone knocked on the shutter door of the izakaya: "Luo Jun!"

At present, only Eriri and Kato Megumi can call this way, and the latter often likes to use the Kato brand to open the way for morning service, so it should be the former.

Luo Zhen walked over and pulled the hinge to bring the girl in.

As soon as the girl entered the room, she sat down on the spring bed carelessly and raised her legs: "Why is it just me? Didn't any of them come?"

Luo Zhen lay down on the spring bed, and in order to ensure the area he occupied, he pushed the opponent's butt and pushed him away.

Then, he said, "They should still be sleeping late. Yukinoshita entertained her sister and mother, and Megumi Kato was in charge of cleaning the home economics classroom by herself. As for Chitanda...um..."

The smell of betrayal was in the air.

Eiriri looked over suspiciously: "What happened to Chitanda?"

"nothing."

"Ok?"

Luo Zhen guiltily turned his head to the side.

Believe in ghosts!

Ying Lili was thinking about whether to continue asking, but she heard a weak voice clearing her throat from the door.

She turned her head and looked over, only to see Yukinoshita standing there with her arms crossed in a typical way, her lips curled up slightly, with an arrogant and stupid look (Eriri's perspective).

"It's quite early today~" Ying Lili said.

"To each other." Yukinoshita walked in, sat down on the spring bed, and let out a dangerous "creak~", "What are you doing?"

Luo Zhen: "Chat."

Ying Lili: "Massage."

"..."

"..."

Eerily quiet.