Hoshimi Mibu listened to the terrible speech of Shiraishi's team watching the excitement, and vigilantly withdrew his hand from Shiraishi's wrist, preparing to quickly move away from this hard-hit area, and secretly wrote down the terrible appearance of Matsumura's food in his heart, thinking that he must warn Wakatsuki and them for a while, if you don't want to die, you must not touch these dishes.

Hashimoto smiled and wandered around Hoshimi, and the two seemed to form a temporary shopping duo, paddling freely on the busy field, and also taking care of tasting from time to time, sometimes tasting a bite of Team Shiraishi's curry and another taking a bite of Team Ikoma's dumplings.

Just before walking back to his team's base, Hoshimi was pulled by an apologetic Shiraishi and fed a mouthful of grilled fish before returning with his round belly.

The way back to the stronghold seemed brisk and beautiful, if you ignored the terrifying monster that suddenly locked her in the middle, the famous Kutarian.

"Let go of me!" Hoshimi struggled to escape Ikuta's confinement, but was easily taken down by Ikuta, after all, who made Hoshimi just eat to his heart's content, and now he is strangled by Ikuta's throat, and he feels that the gluttony that he hasn't had time to swallow is about to gush out again.

Ikuta forcefully escorted Hoshimi to the execution ground, and Matsumura-gumi's grill was rearranged with pitch-black toast slices and sweet potatoes that were still red. Hoshimi thought of the food he had just eaten, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes, about to drip on the wrist of the executioner Ikuta like a pearl with a broken thread.

"Can you let me and my mom and dad have another word before I leave?" Hoshimi looked at the ruthless Ikuta with red eyes, and the other party pressed her to the chair expressionlessly.

"You can start tasting." Ikuta grabbed Hoshimi's shoulders, and the two sat side by side, not giving Hoshimi the slightest chance to escape.

Hoshimi pursed his lips tightly, looking like he would rather die, Kuto took the paste bread and handed it to her mouth, and before he got close to Hoshimi, he almost choked on a mushy smell and opened his mouth, completely relying on the support of perseverance to die and not let go.

"You're welcome," Ikuta gently stroked the back of Hoshimi's head, then gently hooked her neck, "Try our butter bread first, if that's not enough, the milk braised noodles are already being made." ”

After saying that, the sound of frying reached Hoshimi's ears, and she watched Matsumura pour a stalk of pasta into the pot and start turning it, but it didn't seem to be successful, and a puff of black smoke immediately gathered on the pot, looking like Hoshimi in the torment at this time, her soul was about to be sucked away and devoured by the demons around her.

"Don't!" Hoshimi shouted nervously as Matsumura began to pour a lot of milk into the pot, and the next second, the dark bread was thrust into Hoshimi's mouth with a bang.

Hoshimi had mushy bread in his mouth and tears in his eyes, looking at Ikuta in despair, and began to worry about whether he would survive tonight, looking at Ikuta's expectant eyes, the grievance of wanting to vomit but not being able to vomit made her almost collapse.

'Help! Who's going to save me! ’

“miho！ Come back and get some omelet rice. ”

Hoshimi excitedly struggled to open Ikuta's arms, raised his hands above his head, and shouted at almost the loudest volume in his life, "Nanasai I'm here!" ”

Nishino smiled and took the children of his team away from Ikuta's hands, and as soon as the two of them took two steps, Hoshimi ran to the side of the pool with his legs raised and began to gargle. Nishiki distressed and helped her deliver tissues.

Hoshimi took a tissue and wiped the water on his face, leaned on the pool for the rest of his life, and said angrily to Nishino, "I thought I was going to die here." ”

Nishino looked at Hoshimi with a smile, didn't take Hoshimi's words as a joke, and replied seriously, "No." ”

Hoshimi waved his hand happily, looked at Team Shiraishi who was still cheering for Matsumura's team in the distance, and patted his chest with palpitations, "I have reasonable reason to suspect that Team Blue just wants to watch Team Red challenge the limits of humanity at noon today. I don't even know if Matsumura and Ikuta are geniuses or monsters. ”

Nishino was amused by Hoshimi's words, and then tilted his head to look at the lively Matsumura stronghold.

Hoshimi pulled Nishino, who finally started to watch the excitement, to leave the battlefield, and her personal experience taught her a truth, watching the excitement is sometimes a very dangerous thing.

"Isn't omelet rice a simple thing for Wakatsuki?" Hoshimi looked at Nishino suspiciously, and after she relaxed, she couldn't help but feel suspicious of what Nishino said.

Nishino covered his mouth and smiled, nodded, his eyes fell timidly on Hoshimi, and explained in a low voice: "Actually, the omelet rice Wakatsuki has already been prepared. ”

Hoshimi looked at her stunned.

Nishino took Hoshimi's hand and began to secretly sweat, but she was reluctant to let go, allowing her skin to clearly feel the gaze from Hoshimi. What she said just now was just a temporary excuse, and she didn't know how to answer Hoshimi's question for a while, and she didn't know how to explain the unhappiness of watching Hoshimi being trapped by Ikuta.

Hoshimi looked at Nishino's wandering eyes, his eyes wandered, he took Nishino's hand and shook it back and forth, took the initiative to find the answer for Nishino and said it himself, "So Nanasai really came to save me, right?" Nanasai is simply my angel, unlike Reika and Wakatsuki, who know how to cook, and this kind of moment is of course the life of a cute teammate is more important, okay! ”

As she spoke, Hoshimi was still holding Nishino's hand and walking forward lightly, not noticing that Nishino was looking at her side face and secretly shaking her head.

Nishino looked sideways at Hoshimi's crooked eyebrows, the bridge of his nose was straight, his forehead was full, he was obviously still immature and young, and sometimes he spoke with a thoughtfulness that did not match his age, and she never felt awkward or uneasy when she followed Hoshimi's side, just do it according to her mood, and everything else seemed to be illuminated by the people around her.

"Wow, that's great! This time it's a win! Hoshimi looked at Wakatsuki, who was finally arranging and arranging, and hurriedly ran up, and the whole person jumped onto Sakurai's back at once, but his mouth was a compliment to Wakatsuki.

Nishino's fingers lightly grasped the remaining question, and he clenched his hands behind his back, and the smile instantly stiffened and naturally returned to his face, and he followed in small steps.

"Don't try the masterpiece of the Matsumura team for a while, it's a huge challenge to ordinary humans." Hoshimi reminded his teammates with a look of horror that Hashimoto could find joy in her fear as he stood next door, smiling and watching the excitement.

"Nanamin, you're still laughing! You just watched me being taken away by Ikuta, and you didn't come to save me! It's good to have Nanasai, otherwise you'd have to go home alone with your suitcase. ”

Hashimoto's smile magnified with the grievance in Hoshimi's tone, completely ignoring Hoshimi's threat, but Nishino, who was behind Hoshimi, curiously paid attention to the interaction between the two, and silently lowered his head to help set the plate.

After a while, the time of the final judgment arrived on time, and the results of Sakurai's team, except for Hoshimi's grilled fish, were almost all the work of Chef Wakatsuki, making a seven-course dish with a full range of colors and flavors, and the style of painting was completely different from that of the Hell Group, turning the camping camp into a Western restaurant.

Hoshimi sent the host to the battlefield and sat between Team Shiraishi and Team Matsumura, perfectly interpreting the dramatic scene of Heaven on the left hand and Hell on the right hand. Seeing that the two of them ate something good before hitting the road, Hoshimi wanted to help them call an ambulance in advance out of kindness.

As the saying goes, you always have to pay it back when you come out, and you have to be responsible for eating the dishes you cook, and after Hoshimi watched Matsumura's team neatly occupy the pool, he could finally raise his eyebrows and raise the corners of his mouth for the suffering he had suffered before.

The evening wind is really very pleasant.