Is it really a straight girl?

After realizing the existence of these two objects, Yaki looked at the table with dead eyes.

There are a lot of dishes to wash... what to do with the leftovers?I remember my father said that the leftovers from restaurants are usually bagged and sent to feed mills and other places. As for the leftovers at home, I can make do with myself. If it is a portable meal for the day, it will be sold at a discount in the evening.

but……

Miji held the plate and glanced into the pot.

Eh?It seems that there is not much left unexpectedly, only one more?

Well, put it on a plate, put plastic wrap on it, put it in the refrigerator, and label it as a late-night snack, please eat as you please, label...label, oh, here it is.

After doing all this, Mi Ji silently brushed the dishes, ten people, the dishes alone would take her to clean for a while.

One two three four... nine?

Short of one share?

Miji frowned, and the steel wool ball in his hand stopped in the white foam.

Who didn't eat it or what, give me a good meal!This is the most respect a chef needs!My old man, what the hell, if I ever catch someone not eating properly, I swear I'll kick that guy's ass hard with snowy iron shoes, for God's sake.

Wait, snow fog?

Ms. Miji finally remembered that she hadn't taken back the missing piece of tableware from Ms. Xuewu, so she stopped holding the steel ball to brush the plate, shook off the water stains, wiped it with a towel, and left go upstairs.

Compared with ordinary apartment stairs, the wide staircase with pure mahogany surface and carved patterns on the handrails has a structure like a castle. The turning point in the middle of the floor is divided into left and right sides, giving people an open and spacious feeling.

This place really looks like some kind of castle, does the owner like the western European style interior so much...

Miji paid attention to these details, and walked up the stairs under the yellowish light. The room closest to the stairs on the second floor is the room of Xuewu.

It's locked tightly, I'm afraid it's still locked...

Miki knocked on the door.

No response.

Miss Chitose, are you so scary, so what did you do to Xuewu? From what you said, it doesn't seem like something between Lily at all, it seems a little weirder than imagined?

If it's the one I thought?Or something that even I can't think of?You are not human Chitose, you are simply not human...

Although Miss Yukigiri is a literary girl and the flower of Gaoling, it can be inferred that she should be a dull character with a cold appearance but a warm and kind heart.

Miji, if the other party is like this, then where should you go to communicate with the other party?

Just as always...

Mi Ji stared at the word 'You Ji' on the door plate, thought for a while, then knocked on the door and said, "Miss Xuewu, are you there? Let me collect the tableware."

Maybe it's normal, regular, and the position of a new staff member is pretty good.

After all, I did only come to this apartment for one day, and it seems that there are still three or four people I haven't met.

How about a standard rookie, the kind who will receive special attention if you show a slight weakness.

But in this kind of lily apartment, you can't play this game casually. It's too scary to wake up one day and suddenly have another woman next to your pillow.

But now is the time to use this skill!

Come on, Miji, act weak and cute after the other party opens the door, in order to correct a certain evil person, let's get some various information from Xuewu!

There was a crisp sound from the switch, which was the sound of twisting and unlocking.

Miki let out a breath, pretending to look like a hurt animal with flickering eyes, grabbing his left arm with his right hand, and then pretending to cover it up a bit.

perfect.

Mi Ji gave himself a full score in his heart, and slowly saw the door move, revealing a slight gap.

"..."

Miss Xuewu?What's with the line of sight looking out through an almost imperceptible gap?Am I that untrustworthy?

I really didn't bring that guy here, believe me, I'm just a weak newcomer little cook who just arrived, so I don't need to be so vigilant, right?

Mi Ji saw a pure black pupil flashing left and right vigilantly from the crack of the small door, and then slowly opened it after looking at it for a while.

Wait, are those tear stains in the corner of the eye?

The Miss Xuewu in front of her, no matter how she looks at it, is more weak than Mi Ji.

"Please... Qingjin." Xuewu took two steps back tremblingly.

Xue Wu's hands were placed in front of her lower abdomen, her right foot was covered by her front foot, she lowered her eyes and lowered her head at the same time, biting her lower lip to make way for Mi Ji.

What's the situation now...

Miki froze on the spot.

What's the matter with this hard choke? Is this delicate and pitiful girl in front of me really the snow mist just now?Where did the tall, cold, black, long straight literary girl who was bland and ascetic when they first met go?

All of a sudden, Miji's pity was instantly defeated.

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22. Mikimi shivering

"Miss Xuewu...?" Miji's mind was full of doubts, but she also knew that it would be even worse if she just asked.

What kind of psychological shadow would be so strong...

Did you rap her?Ms. Chitose?

It was hard for Mi Ji to imagine what kind of things would turn a person into the one in front of him.

The tear stains under the corners of the eyes are very clear, and the voice is a little choked, is it that Miss Xuewu is unexpectedly a fragile type?

Or really, really poked at something terrific?

Mi Ji began to think wildly, and went through her head over what should be contacted and what should not be contacted.

So the eyes that were ready to pretend to be cute before gradually turned into pity.

Standing aside, Xue Wu secretly sniffed and exhaled in an effort to calm herself down. Although her tone was still a little trembling, at least she looked more normal: "Don't worry about it."

She shook her head and said.

The more you say you don't care, the more I care... What happened between you two?

Mi Ji can only think about this kind of words in his heart, seeing the other party's curled up and weak appearance almost shrinking into a corner, Mi Ji has already determined that he must not ask this sentence out of his mouth.

But it shouldn't be a problem to talk about some ordinary topics, it would be too unreasonable to just walk away with the dinner plate in hand, after all, they are already cohabitants now, so a little communication shouldn't offend anything.

So Miji didn't directly pick up the plate, but went into the door and stood aside and asked a common question:

"Can I ask a little question?" Mi Ji said casually.

After the idea of ​​pretending to be pitiful was shattered in an instant, Mi Ji, who couldn't find his own position, could only choose a more realistic attitude.

Don't tremble all over, hey... Am I that scary?Don't make me doubt myself.

After the snow fog in front of him remained calm, he still revealed a slightly pitiful look, which made people feel pity.

How did it become Sister Lin's setting... Obviously the force value seems so high?

"Please feel free." Xue Wu exhaled, and seemed to have calmed down for a while.

Even though it's only half a point.

"By the way, the name of our apartment always feels strange. What does the Witch's House mean?" Miji asked casually, standing on the spot with a casual and applicable posture.

Xue Wu adjusted her emotions while breathing: "It should be that young lady's bad taste, I don't know."

"Miss?" Mi Ji was stunned.

"Miss Landlady."

"Is there any landlord?"

Xuewu nodded casually, as if this question was not worth her answering.

That's right... If there is an apartment, there must be a landlord. What am I thinking?

"Does the landlord live here too?"

"The landlady rarely comes here." Xuewu said, "Have you not met the landlady? The landlady first informed us about you."

I can't come?

By the way, is your mood changing too fast? Have you learned any special skills?

At that time, Mi Ji only received a piece of A4 paper stuffed into her pocket by the system, with the address and terms and conditions printed on it, saying what kind of chef she would like to do, and giving her a place to live, and then she was in a daze. I asked the road and found it.

After opening the door, I chatted with Ms. Lianhua who was watching TV in the lobby for a while, and then started to prepare dinner in a trance. The ingredients were all fresh, and the ingredients were surprisingly complete.

Think about it this way...

Miss Landlady, have a question? !Are you with the system?

By the way, the system on my body has ignored Miji since the task was issued, as if she was asleep, and didn't answer no matter how she shouted.

This is obviously a conspiracy!

"Where does the landlady live?" Mi Ji asked, "I want to visit."

Xue Wu shook her head: "I don't know about this, and other people probably don't know either. The landlady doesn't seem to have a fixed residence."

"Is that so..." Mi Ji felt a little helpless.

If you can't go out and look for it, you can only wait for the so-called 'landlord' to come here.Or wait until the 30 days agreed by the system to get an answer?

Ah, solving the secret is very troublesome, it is better to be a cook.

But it's all here, let's continue to ask for some little information.

"By the way, how did Miss Xuewu get here?" Mi Ji blinked.

"My words..." Xuewu thought for a while: "Half a year ago, I heard from a colleague that there is such a place, and the price is acceptable. Although it is more expensive, you don't have to worry about safety issues, and the location is okay. We agreed to move here."

My colleague is a fashion design colleague. I don’t understand this aspect... But I don’t think there is any problem. The important thing is the price?expensive? !

Ms. Xuewu, every piece of clothing in your wardrobe looks like a 10,000+ big-name custom-made item to me?Even you can say the word 'expensive', so how outrageous are the housing prices here?

"Excuse me...expensive, how expensive is it?" Mi Ji tentatively said cautiously, to the extent that his two hands were pinched together in front of him.

"Every year, um, more than 30." Xue Wu narrowed his eyes, and the sharp iron on the toe of the shoe made a crisp sound on the ground.