Elementary school students cooking.

Avi Clear is cooking.

Ivy Clear, an underage elementary school student in the organization, is cooking for him-

Amuro sat on a chair in the dining room, looking at the white-haired boy busy in the kitchen, and felt a little restless.

Of course, it's not that you have a bad conscience because you let the other person cook for you.

Rather, I wondered, can the food cooked by Avi Crell be edible?

I don't think I was poisoned on the first day we met, right?

It is said that there is a member of the organization who is poisoned by saying hello, and before the others are about to be poisoned, he slowly detoxifies people, saying that he is happy to meet everyone.

That person should ...... Not Avi Crell, right?

Amuro fell into deep thought.

wanted to go into the kitchen to take a look, but the one-meter-eight bear at the door stopped him.

Without speaking, his dark glass eyes reflected a strange light, staring at him quietly.

Amuro thought about the other party's crushed door frame and chose to sit honestly.

It is not advisable to have a conflict with the other party for the time being.

It's just an emotionless robot bear, bear with it.

How can a man be angry with a machine?

The aura behind Amuro is dark, as if forming a substance.

Don't get angry.

Gin's son is cooking for me, even if it's for poisoning.

Rounding it off, it's like the gin guy is cooking for me.

Thinking so inwardly, Amuro's mood instantly turned cloudy.

From Ivy Clear cooking for him, to Gin cooking for him, to Gin's miserable life in labor camp after being imprisoned.

Not only was he not angry, but he even couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

"It's done!" Avi Clear walked out of the kitchen with a plate and placed the dish on the table.

Big Bear held a plate in one hand and put it on the table.

Soon, the table was filled.

"I used up all the ingredients in the kitchen, these are what I learned by myself by looking at the recipes, I don't know how it tastes, if it's not delicious, you can tell me, I will study more!" The white-haired and blue-eyed boy sat down at the dining table, holding his cheeks with his hands, smiling warmly, and staring at Amuro with sparkling eyes, his eyes full of praise and praise.

Amuro looked at the dishes on the table.

It's all the ingredients that the boy mentioned before, and it seems that he has indeed run out.

But......

There are only two of them, huh?

So many dishes, seriously?

Forget it, the money of the organization, there is no need to save.

It looks like these dishes are all very well cooked.

I just don't know what it tastes like.

Looking at the young man's expectant, sparkling blue eyes, Amuro was silent.

Don't dare to eat it, for fear of poisoning.

But you can't help but eat, everyone is a member of the organization, what is there to be afraid of?

Is it because of a weak heart?

"You make these dishes, and you should be the first to taste them." Amuro was silent for a long time, and said to the boy with sincerity.

Let Avi Clear eat first.

The other party has nothing to do and eats it by himself.

"I see." Miyamoto Aito nodded thoughtfully, not doubting the other party's statement at all.

He even added another clause to his own rules for treating his family: the dishes he cooks need to taste the taste himself, and he can't let his family taste bad.

"Then I'll eat it first, but my taste is different from ordinary people's taste, and I don't know if it's to your taste......" Aito's expression was a little hesitant.

His requirement for a sweet tooth is to be sweet enough, for other foods...... As long as you can eat it.

As long as you don't let your body feel hungry, you won't starve to death.

He couldn't tell if the food was good or not.

"It's okay, I don't pick." Amuro smiled heartily.

As long as it's not poisoned, it doesn't matter what it tastes like.

So Aitto tasted every dish.

"Each seasoning is not exceeded, and the taste should not be much different from what the recipe says." Aitto thought for a moment and commented on the dishes he cooked.

As for whether it tastes good or not, he really doesn't feel it.

However, everything he does is strictly according to the recipe, even the seasonings such as salt are accurate to the top of the grain.

The six eyes are also very useful for these subtle operations.

Ato praised his eyes.

Seeing that the white-haired and blue-eyed boy did not show signs of poisoning after eating these dishes, and there was no suspected act of taking the antidote, and the other party did not make a move that seemed to be taking the antidote in advance when he was in the kitchen, Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your hard work." He said politely.

"If you cook for your family, it won't be hard at all." The boy held his cheeks in his hands, and his blue eyes were so gentle that they seemed to reflect the clear lake of the sky.

The book says that cooking for the family is also a manifestation of feelings, especially when people feel happy when they see their family members eat the fruits of their labor.

In that case, it should be happiness.

Ato thought as he looked at Amuro who was eating his food with a calm expression.

As long as you cook for Brother Tou every day, the relationship between the other party and yourself will definitely get better and better, and then ......

When the other party dies, he will definitely be willing to become his own paper man!

Thinking of the scene after the other party's death, the smile on the young man's face became more and more gentle and happy.

Amuro, who was watched by the other party's gentle eyes, ate stiffly.

But they don't have the heart to appreciate the taste of these foods.

The whole body was subtly tense, for fear of being suddenly attacked.

Avi Crell looked at it......

Some perverts also like to look at the dying person so tenderly.

Amuro pondered the outward manifestations of the perverts he had studied in order to successfully disguise Bourbon as a typical member of the organization.

I think Avi Clear fits everything very well.

Everything is even more perverted than perverted.

The Bourbon in his disguise is not as natural and perverted as the other party.

It seems that more research is needed.

His identity must not be revealed.

"I'll cook after that." Amuro said after eating.

"Why? Am I not making it delicious? Is there anything wrong with that? I'll improve next time......" The white-haired and blue-eyed teenager's expression looked a little confused and a little aggrieved.

I finally found a move that can cultivate feelings with my family, but I can't do it?

In this way, will the other party still be willing to become his own paper man after death?

Daifuku, who was sitting on the side, silently picked up Aito and raised it high silently.

"Daifuku—" Aitto hugged the bear and rubbed it against his cheek.

Toru Amuro, who was staring at him with black glass eyes, was silent for a moment as he stared at the big bear while coaxing the child.

"No, what you cook is delicious, but cooking should be left to adults, and as an elder brother, you should take care of your younger brother." Amuro said false words that he didn't believe.

What an older brother takes care of a younger brother.

He was just worried that Avi Clear would be poisoned.

It's better to eat your own handmade with your own hands.

"I see!" Aitto nodded.

The older brother should take care of the younger brother, well, no problem at all! That's right!

Since this is the case, there is no choice but to think of another way to cultivate feelings.

"It's a pity, Daifuku, cookies." Aito was hugged by Dafu, pressed against the other party's plush chest, and whispered.

The cookie silently came out of the hat, rubbed the boy's face, and shrank into Daifuku's black coat.