Chapter Twenty-Four: Ordinary Dinner Time

"I'm back. At the end of the day's club activities, Yingwen pushed open the door of the entrance of the house and shouted into the aisle that looked empty in the setting sun. But is there any point in such an act?" the young man sighed softly. The probability of someone in the room at this time is really not high, the café should be the time period when white-collar workers come to rest and pass the time after work, if there is no special situation, my sister and the one who doesn't know whether to call uncle according to the guardianship relationship, or to call the eldest brother according to their own wishes, Mian Sang should be busy, this is not very big, but it will not seem very small in the house, there should be only one person for the time being. The boy followed the quiet atmosphere of the house, and lightly changed his shoes and put on the slippers he had brought from his old home.

But at what point did I get used to life here, and I got something worthy of affection in this unfamiliar environment. Carrying his schoolbag and sportswear in one hand, Yingwen walked in the direction of the living room, he still chose to run home after the end of the club, and now he needs to replenish some water. Adults are really busy, just from the crown who is often busy until late at night, you can see that every day and every day are working non-stop, and the leisure time is basically very small, and the father and mother should be like this, maybe as the crown said, our parents really don't want to stay away from the family, but because of some reasons that I can't understand for the time being, it will become like this.

"Yingwen, I came back a little earlier than usual today. The boy threw his clothes and bag on the sofa in the living room, and a slightly handsome 270° turn was going to the kitchen to get some drinks—at least that was the benefit of a café at home, and the fridge was never short of all kinds of drinks. However, an unexpected voice sounded in the room, which frightened him almost without maintaining his balance and fell to the ground, but fortunately, although the wound on his leg still showed the injury he had suffered, but under the multi-faceted conditioning and his own exercise, he still returned to his original level, he used a very strange posture in the human body to force himself to maintain his balance, and then calmed down, and looked in the direction of the sound - the kitchen.

"Why, are you so surprised to see me?" Zhao Mian walked out of the kitchen with two cans of juice, and on his body, he was wearing a pale yellow apron that did not match his body shape at all.

"No, it's not. After moving his left leg, which was a little twitching, Yingwen nodded and took the juice handed to him by Zhao Mian, and then sat on the sofa in the living room, "It's just--Uncle Mian shouldn't you still be helping out at the café at this time, right?"

"Didn't your sister tell you?" did not answer Yingwen's question, Zhao Mian just pulled open the pull tab filled with juice in his hand at once, and then drank half of it in one gulp, and continued.

Yingwen shook his head, a little bit of water beaded on the can in his hand, flowing down his fingers to his elbow, he shook it in a panic, and then also pulled the pull tab and took a sip of juice.

"That's right, because the founder's festival is coming to Mitsusaka soon, so the students of the school are preparing their own class activities or club activities, and Tomoyo is going to join the student council, so it is natural that he will be more busy in this regard, and it is very likely that he will not have time to go home and cook dinner for you today, so he asked me about this matter. Zhao Mian drank the drink in his hand in two sips, and then casually crumpled the can into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side.

"Well, that's the case, that's really bothering you. The corners of Yingwen's eyes twitched, and he glanced at the lump of scrap metal lying quietly in the trash can over there, and a feeling of weakness came from his heart. According to the rumors in the town, the reckless man who was still wearing a pale yellow women's apron sitting quietly in front of him was a veteran of a hundred battles, and there was a lot of heavy firepower hidden in the basement beyond ordinary people's imagination - about these rumors, Yingwen was mostly just bored to listen to them, but judging from many details in life, I am afraid that some of the rumors are not groundless. Yingwen shook his head helplessly in his heart, sister, is there really no problem with you entrusting our dinner to him, the breakfast he makes is basically ham and meat with bread and milk......

"Drip, drip, drip. Three crisp mechanical sounds echoed through the room.

"Ah, it looks like the meat has been thawed. Zhao Mian clapped his hands and stood up, "Clean up, you can also choose to take a shower or something first, I estimate that it will take a while to make the food, and I will call you when it is finished." ”

"Eh, do you need help?" Putting the unfinished can in his hand on the coffee table in front of him, Yingwen followed Zhao Mian to stand up, and then asked a little cautiously.

"No, no. Zhao Mian shook his head, "It's not that difficult, it's just cooking--speaking of this, do you hate Chinese food?"

"Not annoying. Yingwen shook his head.

"That's it. Zhao Mian nodded, then turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Looking at Zhao Mian opening the refrigerator, the figure that seemed to be thinking, and then looked at the half can of juice on the coffee table in front of him, Yingwen sighed softly, and then walked towards his room with his things and the half can of juice.

How should I express my thoughts? Yingwen looked at the dishes on the table in amazement, and the smell that wafted out alone deeply attracted his appetite, and then turned his head again, looking at Zhao Mian, who was still serving the remaining dishes from the kitchen, and then lowered his shoulders in a dejected manner.

"I'm back. When Zhao Mian put the last squirrel fish on the table, the familiar voice of Zhidai also came from the entrance of the house, and the feeling of tiredness and relief was undisguised in the voice.

"Ah, just right, go wash your face, and then come over for dinner. Zhao Mian took off the apron he was wearing, and then directly wiped the water on his hands with the apron.

"Give me the bag, and I'll put it in your room. Yingwen took the schoolbag from Zhidai's hand, or rather, he snatched the schoolbag from Zhidai's hand, but Zhiyo didn't resist anyway, so he took it - took the schoolbag from Zhidai's hand, and then said to his sister, "Go and wash your face." ”

"Hmm. Gently agreed, and then shook it in front of Zhao Mian as if it was fluttering, and the hair that was usually very neat was also a little scattered at random, just from the current way of action and appearance, Zhidai fell into an extraordinarily tired mode.

Zhao Mian sighed, then turned back to the kitchen and took out the dishes and chopsticks of the three people.

Dinner was quickly finished, and Zhidai, who was stimulated by the cold water, still showed some energy, and at the dinner table, except for Yingwen, who was extremely surprised because it was the first time to know Zhao Mian's cooking skills, and was shocked by the taste of the food, he basically passed quietly.

After dinner, Yingwen volunteered to take on the responsibility of cleaning the dishes—probably with the intention of taking some leftovers to school as bento, but since he was willing to do them, it was naturally better.

"Tomoyo, you don't have to go to the café, just take a good rest. Zhao Mian stopped Zhidai, who was about to go to the café with him to help, "You are busy with both the class and joining the student council during this time, and even more so for the activities of the founder's festival, let's put aside the things in the café first-if you are tired, it will be a big loss." ”

"It's fine. Tomoyo shook his head slightly, his long silver hair swaying from side to side in the light of her movements, "And the café also needs manpower, and if there is one less person, the rest of the people will take on more things." ”

"It's not a big problem if it's just one less person – not to mention that we have some students to work part-time. Zhao Mian shook his head, "Listen to me, go and rest, if you really can't calm down, think about what you can do tomorrow, what this founder can do." ”

"But......" Tomoyo frowned.

"No but. Zhao Mian stretched out his hand, patted Zhidai's head, and then ruffled her hair, "Have a good rest, and then prepare for the Founder Sacrifice - I may go over with everyone to watch it when the time comes!"

“…… Well. Silently feeling the warm touch coming from the top of his head, Tomoyo was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.