I'm a little hungry.

The male mother is already preparing to cook.

The middle-aged man picks up the bag of potato chips on the work table.

Well, there are a few small bits and pieces left.

So he took the bag and poured it into the palm of his hand.

As soon as the palm of the hand is turned over, it is all sent to the mouth, and it is all gone, and there is some powder left.

"Yuan Bao, why do you say that the manufacturer of this Lay's is so picky?"

"That's all you need in a bag, enough to eat?"

Today, the worksheet on the table is still blank, Hirata swiped the phone screen, sat on the sofa and crossed Jiro's legs bored.

"Nonsense, the Japanese food factory can count the amount of the amount on it, otherwise how to cheat money." Mr. Chihara was filled with righteous indignation, and his hands kept moving, snapping and pressing the anchovies he had just bought from the supermarket, and giving them an essential oil massage to open their backs.

"Meaning you're done eating again, aren't you?"

The younger sister with two double ponytails bent her wrist to support her cheeks, pinched the empty tin bag in her other hand and looked inside, and then threw it into the trash can.

The two pretty eyes glared at the middle-aged man on the opposite side, and said hatefully: "Every time, Chihara and I go to buy it, can you move it yourself?" ”

"Besides, running around in the winter is really tiring and cold." Zhu Da Cai meow slapped the table and said angrily, "You eat the most, and when we are not in the office, all the snacks are swallowed by you." ”

"I don't think the people who let Yuan Bao go out to get bags and go home to do housework every time are not worthy of being lazy." Hirata retorted.

Although he is indeed a lazy dog, only the person in front of him is not qualified to say.

"I'm a sister character, so I naturally don't need to work in real life." The girl smiled.

"Aren't the sister characters all soft-spoken, gentle and considerate?" Hirata frowned, "Which one did you get ......?"

At this point, Mr. Chihara couldn't help but interject: "Indeed, I usually feel this way. ”

Even if you are far away from the kitchen, the words are so hurtful.

"Small group workplace bullying, right, or male collective group bullying beautiful girls?" The girl's dissatisfaction came from the sofa, "I'm going to box, I have to strike." ”

"That's actually a bit of a problem." Hirata said in a deep voice.

"What's the problem?" The girl hesitated, she didn't feel it herself.

The middle-aged old man was stunned, then scratched his hair again, and finally touched his chin before speaking.

"I'm curious about what kind of male mother is? Will your punch be returned, and finally evolve into a fight between the two demon groups, which will become the fuse that triggers the Third World War. ”

"Chihara......"

Zhuda Caimeow thought about it, and even fell silent.

This creature with higher femininity than himself seems to be a mockery of his own reality wherever he goes.

The boy in the small kitchen smiled as he listened to the discussion between the two people outside.

"Usually the room can be cleaned up or it's better to clean it up by yourself, don't always let me tidy up, look in the mirror by yourself, your face is round, right? That's the price of laziness. ”

"Is there one?" Bamboo Rainbow Meow slammed to her feet.

I took out the makeup mirror in my bag, pinched it in my hand, and swayed it left and right to take a photo.

In the end, I had to sigh - "perfect".

Even if the face is really rounded, Miss Caimeow is still so cute!

"No matter how you look at it, you can't change the fact that 'Miss Caimeow, you're fat', why don't you start today and help me get started?" Chihara raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, I'm just asking Chihara-kun to adjust the tone and attitude of asking for people next time, and saying to the girl 'Fortune' is a bit of a bad impression." Zhuda Cai meowed, and her body finally began to move after lying on the sofa for a morning.

A pair of small slippers crackled, and when he left, he glanced hard at his own president, who didn't do anything except eat, drink and have fun.

One jumped and one stood still, and Miss Caimeow stood in front of her younger brother.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do!" She asked, stretching and crossing her hands.

"Cut the meat for me...... Forget it, I'm pretty much done. The male mother waved her hand, "There is almost a batter here that hasn't been stirred yet, why don't you do it?" ”

"What! I thought I could show you my femininity, but it turned out to be just such a trivial matter? The girl pursed her lips.

"If you really want to show such a thing as women's power, why don't you do the rest of the steps to fry in the pot?" Mr. Chihara asked rhetorically.

"No, it's still your femininity that is higher, even if it's a cute colored meow-chan, it can't be compared." She put her hands in front of her chest and made an X refusal.

It seems that this young sister still likes to be lazy.

Don't rub and talk nonsense, he directly stuffed the basin and chopsticks in his hand to the girl who sold cuteness in front of him.

"But why did you prepare meat besides shrimp?" She asked curiously.

"Isn't it because someone disliked tempura fried shrimp last night and said they preferred pork chops?" Mr. Chihara said angrily, "It just so happens that Hirata likes it too, so I'll prepare more." ”

"Huh! Are you here for me? The girl was pleasantly surprised.

"Has Chihara-kun finally awakened to puberty...... Ah, don't step on your feet! ”

"Then don't use the tone of Miss yesterday morning, or you will bear the consequences." The boy snorted coldly.

Actually wants to learn from black-bellied women to suppress Mr. Chihara, is this little sister thinking too much?

If it was usual, these hands were already pressing someone's head and scratching at the long hair, but unfortunately they were still cooking, so they didn't come nonsense.

Taking a cloth to wipe his freshly washed hands, Mr. Chihara glanced obliquely at Miss Saimeow, who was weak next to him.

"Are you tired of mixing it a little?"

"Sort of."

"Then let me do it."

He sighed lightly and took the plate in her hand, and sure enough, someone was still fit to lie on the couch and wait for someone to bring food to their mouth.

Finally, he wrapped the anchovy shrimp in the water and put the batter one by one into the plate, and turned the oil pan to the high heat to heat up.

Next, wait for the oil to boil before cooking.

"You won't need the rest of the steps, go back and sit."

It's just that Zhuda Caimeow next to him suddenly said: "Why don't you fry the rest of the oil?" ”

Looking at her excitement, Chihara was a little hesitant.

"Yes, you can, after all, it's hard to accidentally scorch, but I'm afraid you'll accidentally splash."

"No, no, no, it's also a beautiful girl in the A-level A class of housekeeping......" Her eyes sparkled.

Knock Knock Knock –

It's the sound of a knock on the door.

The only thing that can come to this point is Mizukura Yui who comes down from the make-up class and rubs a meal.

"Senior, is the meal ready?"

Looking in the direction of the door, it was indeed the little girl carrying the document bag.

Mr. Chihara breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he patted his younger sister on the shoulder, "You still sit with Mizukura-san, the kitchen is not for you, and no one wants to eat too unpalatable food at noon today." ”

"Have you assumed in advance that the results of my cooking will be terrible?" The girl's tone was complicated.

"I can only say that I usually don't have the impression of you cooking at all, and I can't judge the real level at all." Qianyuan shook his head slowly, "If it's really unpalatable, I'm a little sorry for the seniors who have traveled thousands of miles to come back and forth." ”

It seems to make some sense.,But it did cause serious psychological trauma to Miss Caimeow, who prides herself on being cute.。

The girl lowered her lips and sighed, her expression melancholy, quite unaware of her meaning.

When I looked up again, a pair of eyes were already overflowing.

"Ernie sauce~"

"I can try it for you when I go back, it's all right?" He shook his head helplessly.

"That's pretty much it!"

Zhuda Caimeow generously patted the little brother's shoulder, and immediately turned his head and ran towards the sofa.

"Wei-chan, show me the textbooks of your home economics class, let me miss my youth."

"Huh? Senior, the most I have in the make-up class is the scope of the written exam......"

Looking at his younger sister who returned to the sofa and did something to Mizukura-san, Mr. Chihara suddenly had a bad premonition.