In reality, she only uses natural gas, and the 'Serra' who lives in this world is a young lady who does not touch spring water, and they all have a common characteristic.

She doesn't know how to use the kitchen and doesn't know how to cook the heat, and rounding up means that if she leaves it all to make today's dinner, it will be over.

"I called your estate today."

Serra replied disapprenously: "So what? What did you say? ”

Roshide took out a clean tea set and put it on the tray, tilted his head and provoked a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I recommend myself to your father to become a weekend music teacher in your house. ”

The steaming water rushed into the teacup, and the mist fluttered on the evil face, revealing a bit of meaning.

"That way we can stay together even on weekends."

Serra's heart is rejected, very rejected!

She reached out and hugged his waist from the side, and said with a smile: "We meet from Monday to Saturday, and now you don't even let go of the weekend?" ”

Losheed lowered his eyes lightly, and his voice faded, "You don't want to?" ”

"Hopefully, of course I hope that tomorrow is the weekend, will you come?"

"Come on."

Losheed put the mellow black teacup in her hand and opened the door, and a man in a trench coat followed him into the kitchen, putting down the large pile of vegetables and fruits he had purchased.

Like Loyd'sed, he has blue eyes, like a variegated sapphire, but it doesn't affect the ornamentation.

This is also of its kind.

"It's been dealt with." He glanced at Serra, nodded at Roshide, and sneered away.

Compared to the way Serra met Losheed for the first time, she found that the two merfolk had no strangeness to land at all, only their eyes full of wariness of themselves.

It's weird, but the truth is that both merfolk look at her that way.

Why be alarmed about her?

Roshide blocked her gaze at the door, "What do you want to do at night?" ”

Serra glanced at the stacks on the kitchen counter, "Soup and spaghetti with bolognese, you'll have to help me control the stove, I don't know how to do it." ”

The person next to him smiled lightly, "Okay." ”

Outside the warmly lit kitchen, the clean chimney on the roof smoked for the first time.

With the marinade sauce in her hands, the girl called the silver-haired young man who was chopping carrots to put on an apron for herself.

"I forgot, I'll get the skirt later, come and help."

Rosed was facing her and pulling his apron off her head, and Serra pressed her face against the woolen vest on his chest, feeling the hand go around her arm and onto the string behind her waist.

It's just a simple action, but it's all designed to be a sticky hug.

"Are you going home at night?" He rubbed his head in the socket of her neck before letting go of her and letting her continue cooking.

"Of course you have to go home, I told you that girls can't stay outside." Serra cooked the meat sauce and poured a little over the noodles, then went to mix a vegetable salad.

She picked up a piece of avocado and stuffed it into her mouth, then picked up a lettuce leaf and handed it to him, "Taste?" Do you put too much tarragon vinegar and oil? ”

Under the light, the handsome young man held her wrist and hung her head, took the lettuce slices with her teeth and ate them, the tip of her pink tongue poked out, and licked the remaining sauce on her fingertips.

"Loshid—" Sierra choked for breath.

"It tastes best on your hands." He couldn't get enough of it, and he didn't forget to take her hand and put it in the sink to rinse it off, "Okay, let's eat." ”

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