The rest of the day was just as Izawa had expected at home - every day he was like a bodyguard and followed Amuro around.

Even though he was fed three meals a day by Amuro, Ize still couldn't avoid losing weight.

Because Amuro is too volacy, the time is scheduled, he only sleeps 3 hours a day, and the rest of the time he spends all his time doing tasks frantically.

Rin Izawa sometimes thinks that working at a convenience store or café is not a break for Toru Amuro.

"Eat more, you can't eat much." Amuro put another fried shrimp in Rin Izawa's bowl.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Amuro, I just can't eat." Izawa looked at the fried shrimp in the bowl with a headache, and finally swallowed the fried shrimp under Mr. Amuro's expectant eyes.

To tell the truth, Mr. Amuro's cooking is actually very delicious, but Toru Amuro has already filled Izawa's meal twice!

I really can't eat it!

Izawa touched his round belly, "Mr. Amuro, let's do less next time, I'm really holding on." ”

Toru Amuro, who was bent on mending Izawa's body, "You were just injured a while ago, and the flesh on your face has recently lost weight. ”

"That's just baby fat, it's normal for me to lose weight on my face when I'm old." Izawa touched his face, "Besides, the doctor said that I am recovering well, so I don't need to make up for it." ”

As soon as he looked up, he saw Amuro's disapproving eyes.

In the end, Ize, who died and did not die in poverty: "Speaking of which, Hiroki is thinner than his children a few years younger, is he malnourished?" ”

“··· Well, it's possible, speaking of which, Akemi Miyano was dropped to the countryside of Hokkaido, where Hiroki was recently taken care of by Kazami. ”

Izawa said silently: "I don't think Kazami is very good at taking care of children." ”

"Also, the dark circles under the eyes don't look like them, so I'll take care of him when I have time."

At this moment, Amuro Toru didn't know that the child in Izawa's mouth was called Motota.

·

On the other side, Kazami, who lived directly in Hiroki's safe house in order to take care of Hiroki, sneezed loudly.

He checked his temperature and made sure he didn't have a fever, and then went back to work in front of the computer.

Dedicated adults choose to work overtime at home today.

In the bathroom not far from the room, most of the shampoo that Izawa delivered a few days ago has been used up.

·

Izawa sat on the couch and watched TV.

In the kitchen not far away, Amuro was cooking their dinner.

Sitting on the sofa, Izawa was soon swept away by the smell of meat from the kitchen.

"Mr. Amuro~ Today's meal is so delicious, can I try it for you?" Izawa leaned on the transparent sliding door of the kitchen and swallowed.

It's not that he wants to be so shameless, it's all to blame on Mr. Amuro, the food he cooks is so delicious!

"No, no. If I let you in, you might be able to eat right before the meal like you did last time, and I'm going to put an end to that. ”

"Mr. Amuro~"

"Boom."

"Ann~Room~Mr~"

“··· Dash. ”

······

After a tug-of-war, it was Izawa who finally took the lead in surrendering, after all, although it would be a little later, half of the rice in the pot would still go into his stomach.

And in hindsight, he also felt that the current atmosphere was a little weird, and it couldn't be said to be weird.

Like the kind mom and the little ghost she always wants to get into the kitchen and steal food?

Belch.

There is a picture!

Taken aback by his own brain supplement, Izawa obediently slipped back to watch TV.

Toru Amuro, who was on the verge of surrendering in the kitchen, also breathed a sigh of relief.

·

At the dinner table, Amuro, who was already full, looked at Izawa, who was munching on rice, and showed an approving look.

After casually filling another bowl of rice for Izawa, he spoke, "I'm going to a wedding tomorrow, will you go?" ”

Ize, who was addicted to dry rice, didn't raise his head: "Okay." ”