The female high school student with squirrel ears turned around and shouted with some dissatisfaction: "Hey!
I said talented, I'm helping you find out the information of your rival!
Don't get in the way!
” The flat-headed boy was a little dumb at the time, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
Yu Wencheng suddenly looked at the boy with some curiosity.
The subtext of this sentence is not difficult to understand, it means this boy......
Love Springfield Yukiaki?
The flat-headed little boy's face instantly turned red: "What kind of love rival, you, don't talk nonsense!"
” Although he said this in his mouth, when he met Yu Wencheng's gaze, he glared at Yu Wencheng unexpectedly.
At this time, Haruta Xueming, who was holding an omelet rice plate, came back in a hurry, and when he saw this situation, he hurriedly stepped forward to drive the crowd away: "What are you doing here, there are other guests to entertain!"
” "Okay, okay, Haruta Xueming is angry.
Mr.
Namudu, we won't bother you and Xueming together, I wish you all a good time!
The girls were joking while scattering, making Haruta Yukimei's little face red.
Haruta Xueming calmed down, put the plate in his hand in front of Yu Wencheng, and then felt out a bag of tomato sauce.
"I've been waiting for you, Lord for a long time!"
Haruta Yukiaki bowed slightly and wrote on the golden egg skin: "Please allow your servant to write for you."
"Omurice is a common but popular staple in Japan, and it's made from fried rice wrapped in egg skin, often garnished with tomato sauce on top of the egg skin.
The average family will draw wavy lines directly on omelet rice with tomato sauce, but At the maid café, guests can ask the maid to write down their desired words with ketchup.
Yu Wencheng was still familiar with these cultures, and he was a little puzzled at the time: "Why did you write it?"
Shouldn't I decide what to do?
” "This one is different from other places!"
Chuntian Xueming's little face was slightly red, and it was rare to be a little tough: "This is a special service that is different for you!"
Ordinary people don't have such treatment!
” Yu Wencheng: "......"
Haruta hunched over, grasping the bag of ketchup with both hands, and carefully wrote on the golden egg skin, as if this was not the last step of cooking, but the signing of some kind of agreement about a major life event.
Because of the bending waist, Haruta Yukimei's collar naturally droops, faintly exposed......
You can't eat it......
But welfare, Yu Wencheng didn't mind accepting it, so he looked at it very seriously for a while.
Well, it's not bad.
In all maid cafes in Japan, it is almost mandatory for a maid to write in this posture in front of the guests.
It can be regarded as a consistent benefit for guests.
At this time, it can be seen that the gap between mature men and young boys is coming.
If it wasn't Yu Wencheng who was sitting here now, but the little boy named Cairen just now, maybe Ai Ai would have blushed and wouldn't know where to look Put.
Of course, you can't do it with the same ease as Yu Wencheng......
Uh, old pervert state.
"That's it!
Lord, please use it slowly!
Haruta Xueming raised his head, pushed the omelet rice in front of Yu Wencheng, and sat down in front of Yu Wencheng with a smile, his hands on his chin, and looked at Yu Wencheng with expectation.
Yu Wencheng looked down very seriously at the words written by Haruta Xueming, and there were several common Japanese words written on the golden egg skin with tomato sauce, well, the translation is- Like you.
"Mr.
Mudu, let's try it!"
The girl with squirrel ears suddenly jumped to Haruta Xueming's side and put her slender little hand on Haruta Xueming's shoulder: "You don't know how many ingredients Xueming used to make this omelet rice."
How long have we been practicing, and we've been on the verge of vomiting for the past few days. ” A look of embarrassment instantly rose on Haruta Xueming's little face, and she hurriedly raised her hand, pretending to hit the girl: "Emi!
You!
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” Megumi stuck out her tongue mischievously and ran away.
"Teacher Mu Dui......"
Haruta Xueming thought that he should at least say something to cover up Mitsuki, and saw that Yu Wencheng had already started to eat.
"Huh?
It tastes very good, alas, quite delicious!
” This is really not an exaggeration, maybe the Haruta family has a natural advantage in genetics, not only Miki Haruta is proficient in cooking, but Haruta Yukiaki is also very talented.
Haruta Yukiaki breathed a sigh of relief: "Hello!
If you like it, just like it. ” She just watched Yu Wencheng eat the fruits of her labor here seriously, and she felt infinite satisfaction in her heart, just for this moment, no matter how hard it is, it is worth it......
At this moment, no one noticed Natsume Harukami on the side.
Natsume Harukami seems to be entertaining an endless stream of guests, only she knows, and most of her attention is on Yu Wencheng and Haruta Xueming.
There were several times when she wanted to go up and at least talk to the man I don't know why, but I can't step over that side with a pair of feet.
On such occasions, in such situations, she is like the superfluous one.
But she didn't want to be the superfluous one.
She wants to blend in with this scene and become the protagonist in it, but deep down she is extremely afraid.
She was already a little confused about her mind.
Ever since she was separated from this man that day, this strong figure had always appeared in front of her when she was in a daze, and that face, which was not at all good-looking, seemed to be engraved in her head.
Every time I see it in a dream, not only I don't feel afraid, but I feel extremely familiar with it.
Even......
Natsume Yukiaki couldn't describe her dreams in detail, because she couldn't help but blush.
After such a long period of adjustment, she felt that she was about to forget about this man, but when she saw him again today, she realized that she was just deceiving herself.
How could she forget about this man?
She simply couldn't do it.
Seeing Yu Wencheng and Haruta Xueming sitting together affectionately, she always felt a knotted breath in her heart, and even her breathing became a little difficult to flow smoothly.
I still feel ......
Some inexplicably sad.
Maybe you're sick?
Natsume Yukiaki guessed.
The two words uncomfortable gradually began to occupy her whole body and mind, making her more and more unbearable, she could only grit her teeth, explain a few words to the girls around her, and turned around and walked out of the classroom, but she didn't know where she should go for a while I had to stand by the window of the corridor and pretend to be watching the scenery.
When you are upset, sometimes you can only choose to be out of sight.
But Kiriya didn't understand this truth.
He had been looking at Haruta Xueming, looking at her like a shy kitten, trying to get the favor of his master.
The almost perfect smile was like a needle in his heart, Stitch after stitch.
Emi Kawada, who wore squirrel ears, delivered the menu in her hand to Cairen: "Table No. 1, omelet rice." ” As a result, her hand was stretched out for a long time, but no one took it.
Emi Kawada raised her head and saw Kiritani's expression, she sighed helplessly: "What's the use of seeing?"
” Kiritani was shocked, and finally reacted: "You, what are you talking about!"
I, I didn't watch!
” "The eyeballs are going to fall out......"
"No road race!
(Noisy!)
Kiritani took off his apron in distraught and walked out of the classroom.
"Where are you going?"
Emi Kawada hurriedly stood up and shouted.
"You care about me!"
Kiriya waved his hand impatiently: "I want to rest!"
Seeing the back of Kiritani Cairen disappearing outside the door, Emi Kawada crossed her hands and sighed: "Boy......
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Sure enough, they're all stupid......"