They Gather Here

The first opportunity appeared in the morning Chinese class.

Jing Kawai introduced with the book: "Zaki Masaoka was born in Ehime Prefecture, whose real name is Shizuo, nicknamed the owner of Dassai Bookstore, a villager of Bamboo, a famous poet and essayist in the Meiji era."

Luo Zhen flipped through the book and saw Mr. Zigui's splendid writing before his death, "A bucket of phlegm in the throat makes melon juice difficult to solve", and suddenly he had a solution.

He tore a piece of paper from the notebook and wrote: "Speaking of which, Masaoka Ziki and Natsume Soseki are good friends. Why did the latter learn it a few months ago?"

Neon's Chinese textbooks are arranged quite confusingly, which is the consensus of everyone.

He kneaded the ball of paper, and then whistled to Megumi Kato a few times: "Hey - huh - huh -"

This guy's whistling skills suck!

Kato Megumi turned his head and said with his mouth: "Your voice is too loud, be careful Hiratsuka-sensei finds out... um..."

A ball of paper came flying.

The girl's forehead was lightly tapped, and she glared at the other party, only to find that Luo Zhen made a face indifferently, so she could only sigh helplessly, and then she picked up the paper ball and unfolded it.

Then, after being stunned for five seconds, she turned the paper over and wrote, "Go to the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology for that kind of weird question!"

Call ~

After getting it done, the girl let out a sigh of relief, ready to round it up and throw it back.

At the same time, Shizuo Hiratsuka's voice suddenly came from overhead: "Kato-kun, please read what I just said."

Kato Megumi: "..."

The girl stood up slowly, her movements a little stiff.

She has been flirting with Luo Zhen since the beginning, and she didn't pay attention to what Jing Kawai said. Of course, she doesn't know the progress of the course now.

At this moment, the familiar whistle sounded: "咻——咻——咻——"

So, that guy's whistling skills suck!

Although she was madly complaining, Kato Megumi still glanced at the corner of her eye, and saw Luo Zhen said with his mouth: "'Six feet of a hospital bed'."

The girl looked at the textbook and read: "A bucket of phlegm in the throat, the juice of the melon is difficult to solve... um, why is there still?"

She hurriedly recited two more haikus, "A bucket of indigo, drifting in Chuncheon" and "The autumn wind blows Shimachi, only the walls stay", and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Masaoka Zigui wrote three masterpieces in total when he was lingering on the sick bed, and "Six Feet of a Sick Bed" is the collective name.

"Teacher, I have finished reading." Kato Megumi said.

"..."

"..."

The classroom was quiet.

a long time……

"Kato-kun, we just talked about Masaoka Shiki's birth and schooling experience." Hiratsuka Shizu's face darkened, "Why are you in such a hurry to send him to the hospital bed?"

Luo Jun definitely did it on purpose!

At this time, Kato Megumi also reacted, but it was too late, so he could only bow his head and admit his mistake: "Teacher, I was wrong."

Hiratsuka was satisfied with the good attitude of admitting mistakes and not using stealth skills to escape punishment.

"Okay, sit down," she said.

Kato Megumi let out a long breath and sat down slowly.

Then, when she turned around and returned to the podium, she mouthed to Luo Zhen: "Luo Jun, you are very courageous~"

Luo Zhen tried to keep calm: "Xiao Hui, I don't understand what you are saying at all."

"really?"

"real."

"Didn't lie to me?"

"No."

"Have you found someone to collect the body for you?"

Kato Megumi didn't pout, but smiled happily.

How does a normal person manage to keep smiling while uttering such a threat?

Luo Zhen couldn't help shivering, and buried his head in reading.

After the Chinese class was lunch break, with the bell rang, Kato Megumi drove away the boys in the back seat of Luo Zhen, and then smashed the bento box on the table.

"Luo Jun, you did a good job in class~" Her voice sounded leisurely.

"Hey?" Luo Zhen is both pure and innocent, "What?"

"really do not know."

"No...I know or know."

"For your honesty, I'll let you go."

Escaped.

Luo Zhen couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Kato Megumi opened the bento box, and a rich egg roll sausage rice bento immediately appeared in front of him.

Of course, the egg rolls are Tamagoyaki, which is always available in the izakaya. I often make multiple copies and put them in the freezer of the refrigerator. Before opening every day, that part is refrigerated and thawed. When someone orders, just beat a dozen in the microwave.

Usually, the white radish is peeled and ground into a puree, and some water is removed by hand, and then drizzled with soy sauce and eaten together.

Frankly speaking, this dish is easy to breed bacteria, and it is suitable to appear in bento after late autumn.

In addition to tamagoyaki, the sausages are cut into slices, and the handling is very simple.

On the contrary, the green leafy vegetables have been blanched in water, and it seems that they have passed through cold water again. Slightly grab the water with your hands, mix it with soy sauce, and sprinkle a little sesame seeds. The taste is quite good.

However, the best is Tamagoyaki.

Tamagoyaki is top-notch with a firm finish, few internal voids, and a soft and juicy taste, which is clearly what it is in the bento.

Tamagoyaki is made in shops that are a little more particular, such as one or two, which will be made in an iron pot. The good thermal conductivity will make the egg liquid near the bottom of the pot solidify quickly. roll up.

The finished product in this way can be described in an easy-to-understand word, that is, it is tender on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is juicy.

Luo Zhen was full of praise: "Xiaohui, this Yuzi-yaki is very well done, isn't it aunt's handwriting?"

Unexpectedly, just now, I did everything possible to make Megumi Kato angry but failed, but this sentence accurately stepped on a landmine.

stare--

The girl looked at him intently: "I did it."

Inadvertently inserting willows and willows, it seems that there is a drama.

Luo Zhen decided to continue the attack: "Oh?"

This "Oh?" is much more provocative than "I don't believe it!" and "Prove it!" It is similar to Megumi Kato's "?" yesterday.

However, Damingshen is Damingshen after all, and even showed a smile: "Luo Jun doesn't seem to believe me~"

A cold air rose from the soles of his feet.

Luo Zhen can now be [-]% sure that a girl's laughter is hundreds of thousands of times more terrifying than pouting.

He quickly shook his head: "No no no..."

"Don't believe me?"

"No, I mean to believe, I believe you, this tamagoyaki must be made by Xiaohui, the taste is very delicious, and the deliciousness is irresistible."

"But, this is not what I did."

"..."

"..."

Luo really wanted to kill himself.

Seeing his constipated expression, Kato Megumi couldn't help but sneer: "I lied to you~"

Luo Zhen: "???"

"I lied to you~"

So, should you believe this girl? ?

Besides, that sentence is false! ?

Luo Zhen felt that his mind had collapsed.

Knowing that playing tactics are not on the same level, he decided to take more radical and physical measures, and quietly took out a tube of mustard from his pocket.

Like ketchup, as a professional chef, it makes sense to carry a pack of mustard with you...

He waited for the moment when Megumi Kato lowered his head to grab the rice, he squeezed the mustard sauce on the okonomiyaki with lightning speed, and then turned over the side before continuing to pick up the vegetables.

result……

"Luo Jun, don't you like to eat Tamagoyaki?" Kato Megumi's voice came, "It's all for you."

"Well..." Luo Zhen was stunned.

"You said it was delicious just now, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

"No, no, it's delicious."

Girls can admit that they "deceived" boys, but when boys do so, they are courting death. Luo Zhen still understands this truth.

So, he ate a big mouthful of Tamagoyaki.

"Is it delicious?" Kato Megumi asked.

"Delicious." Apart from this answer, Luo Zhen didn't dare to say anything else.

"Have you figured out who made this dish now?"

"No... no."

"It may be me, it may be my mother, but the seasoning in it must be your credit."