Fuyuma and Yarn recalled in their dreams the last moment they wanted to recall, three years ago when her mother left Vienna to chase her dreams, leaving her alone in Japan, living alone in an empty villa, where no one knew about her loneliness and grievances, as well as a kind of sadness and sadness of being abandoned.

Woke up from a dream, but I didn't expect to hear a concerned inquiry from someone around her, it was Wakaba, who made her feel full of mysteries, but she was a person who had a heart for her piano skills.

I have experienced the feeling of being cared for for a long time, and it is the person who cares, first sad and then happy, for a while, the emotions are difficult to control, inexplicable, tears can't help but slip down the corners of the eyes, down the cheeks, hit the quilt, leaving stains of water.

"Why are you crying? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wakaba asked with some clumsy concern, but he felt constrained, not knowing where to put it or what to do at this time.

The girls around him are either bewitching, or domineering, or indifferent, or optimistic, but there is no doubt that every girl's psychology is extremely strong, one is stronger than the other, not to mention tears, weakness has never been expressed.

Wakaba This is the first time to face a crying girl, and there is nothing to do.

When Fuyuma and Sasa heard Wakaba's words, not only did the tears not stop, but they seemed to be more turbulent, and they almost dripped in a line as if they didn't want money.

Uh, I really don't want money... (Phew, seriously!)

"Don't cry, what do you have to tell me"

Wakaba was a little panicked, inexplicably feeling guilty, and suddenly remembered something, took out two tissues from the cardboard box at the bedside, and clumsily went to wipe the tears of Fuyuma and Sa.

Fuyuma and Yarn also reacted at this time, although their bodies were weak and had no strength, but it was no problem to move their arms, and they took the tissue and wiped it themselves, and the tears gradually stopped.

Wakaba breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, he really couldn't cope with this kind of scene.

Fuyuma and Sasa wiped away their tears, came back to their senses, calmed down the fluctuating emotions in their hearts, calmed down, and looked at Wakaba who was standing beside the bed:

"Why are you at my house?"

"You didn't go to school in the morning, and the phone couldn't get through, so I was worried that something would happen to you, so I came to take a look, fortunately I came, you can fry eggs with a fever and a hot forehead, the symptoms before the high fever are obvious, as long as you take medicine, you can completely avoid it."

Girls don't know how to take care of themselves at all, and it's worrying, it's really uncomfortable. ”

Ruoye babbled, it was rare to be verbose, and in the end, he actually preached to Dongma and Sa.

Fuyuma and Sasa didn't feel a little impatient when they listened, but they felt very warm, and in the past, they should have kicked Wakaba at this time.

There is some violence in the bones of artistic geniuses.

"Okay, okay, don't be verbose, why does it smell so good?"

Dongma and Saqiong's noses moved slightly, and she didn't know if she didn't care or if it had just been heard, but when she smelled this faint fragrance, she felt her index finger move, and her mouth was full of liquid, and she felt very hungry.

"Oh no, I'm still boiling porridge. ”

Wakaba remembered when he heard Fuyuma and Saa say this, and quickly turned around and ran to the kitchen, I have to say that Fuyuma and Saa woke up at the right time, and the egg shredded lean porridge was just made.

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Because of taking care of Fuyuma and Sasa's weak body, Wakaba simply carried a table upstairs and placed it in front of Fuyuma and Sasa's bed, the white porridge was bubbling with a faint white mist, and along with the white mist there was a faint fragrance, which greatly increased the appetite of Fuyuma and Sasa.

Fuyuma and Saya took a spoonful of porridge, blew a few breaths of cool air, and put it in their mouths.

Wakaba said with some expectation:

"How's it taste?"

Wakaba actually feels good about himself.,I'm more confident in my craft.,And it looks and smells good.,But the people who eat it now are Fuyuma and Sa...

After tasting the winter horse and yarn, he said lightly:

"So-so. ”

Saying that, the movements of the hands did not stop.

Ruoye was stunned when he heard this, and immediately saw that Dongma and Sasha were not right, and deliberately hit himself, so he said helplessly:

"To the benefactor who not only takes care of you, but also cooks for you, even if it is against your will, I will give you a good review. ”

Hearing this, Fuyuma and Sasa glanced at Wakaba with beautiful eyes, and said lightly:

"How did you get in compared to that?"

Wakaba was a little embarrassed when he said this, could he say that he came in by breaking the door?

"Well, that's how it came in. ”

Winter horse and yarn deliberately pretended to be stupid and said:

"So?"

"Open the door and walk in. ”

Dongma and Yarn broke the casserole and asked in the end, and said unrelentingly:

"More specific?"

"Hey, hey, you're enough. ”

Wakaba couldn't bear it, and bluntly changed the topic:

"You're the tenth person to taste my craft, so if you don't give a good review, don't forget it, and ask questions... Eat it all while it's hot with gratitude!"

Well, although everyone else almost ended up in the hospital except for Koukou...

Fuyuma and Sasha are curious:

"Who's the first nine?"

For some reason, when they heard Wakaba say that there were nine people before him, Fuyuma and Sasa felt very concerned.

"My sister, and her... I don't know how to describe it, although de jure and nominally subordinate, but closer to family, it was the first time I cooked, and it was a ritual to become partners and family members with everyone, and from that day on, I also got a new life..."

Wakaba didn't hide anything, he made a decision, he didn't want to hide anything from his own people, he said something but felt nostalgic, when he was very weak, everyone taught him a lot of knowledge, from daily life behavior to ordinary culture, of course, the most important thing is the skill of killing people and saving lives.

Although the knowledge that everyone imparted to him was not used very often, like Willy's flying a plane and Vugo's drag racing, it is undeniable that they influenced Wakaba's future.

Many of Wakaba's current habits were developed at that time.

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When Fuyuma and Yarn heard Wakaba's words, their hearts were relieved and they also felt a little joyful.

The corners of Wakaba's mouth curled, and he squinted and smiled:

"So, drink this bowl of porridge, and you are my man. ”

"Ahem..."

When Fuyuma and Saa heard Wakaba's words, they almost choked their throats, and they coughed a few times before they felt better, and they didn't know if it was the violent coughing that caused the blood to speed up, or if they blushed with shame, and glared at Wakaba with beautiful eyes:

"What nonsense!"

"No, they all said that my cooking is a ritual to become a family. ”

"That's not my ritual!"

Fuyuma and Sasa suddenly thought of something as they spoke, frowned slightly, and looked at Wakaba and said:

"Where's Poison Island, the senior sister who once caused a sensation at school is your girlfriend, hasn't she tasted the porridge you made?"

Wakaba spread his hands when he heard this.

"Yenko's cooking skills are so good, and she is empathetic, and she is omnipotent in housework, so there is no room for me to do it at all. ”