"How ripe?"

"Seventy percent."

Ayaraku's cooking skills are good.

Thanks to his experience in a certain world, he has a little experience in cooking.

However, he probably never dreamed that his experience would one day be used to make "fried steak".

Hannibal is actually myself?

"The seven ripe you ordered."

Ayaraku brought the plate to the table and poured a cup of coffee by the way.

Aite has been eating a lot more lately, and he can't remember when he started eating meat at least once every two days, and he somehow became a chef.

(Generally speaking, eating one meal of meat can last for two months)

"There are a lot of tricks in human beings."

Aite didn't know whether he was mocking or praising him.

But what is certain is that Ayaraku's cooking skills are indeed good.

"Fried steak is like rotten stinky shrimp and maggots fermenting in a blender for an hour, and hamburgers and Western food taste like chewing wax, and the smell can make people sick for a lifetime,"

"The things in the cake shop look gorgeous, and the pig's internal organs soaked in feces and urine for two years are not as unpalatable as it."

Aite didn't know what he remembered, and he complained endlessly.

"Miss,"

"Can we not talk about this while we eat?"

Ayaro couldn't help but say.

Not to mention the outrageousness of the parable, and have you actually eaten those things?

Although Aite has the identity of Izumi Takatsuki's human writer, he rarely appears in front of the public.

Most of the time, she didn't have to mingle in the human world.

Therefore, there is no need to force yourself to eat those disgusting foods as a disguise.

"I know what you're thinking."

Aite glanced at Ayaraku.

"I tried human food at first out of curiosity,"

"That taste, I swear I'll never forget for the rest of my life."

Aite snorted coldly.

"Let's eat first, it's not good when it gets cold."

......

Evening.

The sky outside the window darkened.

The clouds were split apart piece by piece, dyed blood-red by the setting sun.

"My lovely flawed person, your parents, failed to raise you successfully."

Ayaro muttered quietly.

"What are you doing with this?"

Aite turned his head from his computer desk.

"When Mr. Takatsuki wrote this, it wasn't for the article, but for himself, right?"

Ayaro said.

"What do you know?"

The girl raised an eyebrow.

Turning the pen in his hand, he stared at the young man with curiosity.

"What kind of person does Miss Aite think she is?"

Ayaro asked rhetorically.

"What do you think I am?"

"Attention, I'm a meow."

Aite deliberately emphasized this point.

"Living alone, but always a messy room,"

"It's a lonely life."

Ayaraku briefly summarized.

"Loneliness?"

"I know a lot of people."

Aite replied subconsciously.

A few years ago, she wasn't actually living alone.

But the man who raised her is dead.

"Yes."

Ayaro smiled meaninglessly, and stopped talking about the boring topic.

"What does Miss Aite think of me?"

Ayaluo asked rhetorically.

"A social moth who eats idle food on the relationship of his uncle, a rebellious scum whose crimes of human civilization are unforgivable,"

"It's better to be shot for ten minutes."

Aite commented unceremoniously and said with a smile.

On the outside, he is a harmless green algae head, but on the inside, he is actually a black-bellied and murderous bastard.

Ayaro was the first creature to talk to her so much.

Including humans and meows.

Probably, and the only one.

"You're so straightforward."

Ayaro pursed her lips.

"Then again, the guy who was killed by Miss Mei that day,"

"Aya-kun, do you know each other?"

Aite asked suddenly.

That rainy day, she saw something unusual in the eyes of this young man for the first time.

She had felt a lot of emotions before, but that was the first time she had seen it.

"Miss Qianhuixue?"

"I've probably met twice, and it's just to the extent that strangers have talked to each other,"

"But in that naïve guy's heart, maybe he thinks I'm a friend or something?"

It's a little ridiculous to think about it.

I don't know if I laugh at myself, at the unfortunate girl, or at the sad god of fate.

"You ...... that day"

Aite wanted to continue asking something.

Probably she didn't realize that she cared so much about what was going on in a human's heart.

And it's a scrap of wood.

"I'm normal, not sad or sad,"

"Besides, I have always had Miss Aite in my heart, and I can't accommodate a second woman."

Ayaraku replied solemnly, grabbing her hands.

"Really?"

"Then I'll have to taste you."

Aite squinted her eyes, the expression on her face was not showing mood swings, and no one knew what was going on in her heart.

One thing is certain, though—

She really opened her mouth.

"Tooth bleat!"

Ayaluo screamed.

Aite's teeth are unusually sharp, and probably the bite force of the lion, tiger and bear is not so terrifying.

The two rows of white shell teeth left a wound on the left shoulder, and the flesh was gnawed away......

Blood gushed out.

Ayaluo felt a little unstoppable, and the whole world was shaking in front of her.

"Waste wood is waste wood."

Aite snorted coldly.

After getting up and going to the bedroom, he took out the spare white bandage.

Her body is amazingly resilient, she never needs to take any medication, and she only has bandages at home.

"Ahh

"It hurts, uh, uh~~"

Ayaluo screamed a few more times, and under the girl's tough methods, the blood stopped suddenly.

"Miss Ait,"

"You're really biting."

Ayaraku grinned in pain, and the taste of losing a piece of meat would never have been imagined without experiencing it.

"You should be glad I didn't bite the artery."

Aite sat back at his computer desk, not bothering to look at this flamboyant guy.

The blood stains on the ground have no meaning to deal with, anyway, they just continue to write their own manuscripts, or they bite the pen and are in a daze.

It's as if nothing happened.

"No, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die."

Ayaraku lay on the ground.

If he was just a salted fish in the spirit before, now he really looks like a salted fish essence incarnation.

The direction of evolution is moving towards the dead fish, which is already motionless.

Lay down peacefully.

"Who do you think I am?"

"I can't die, don't pretend, go make me a cup of coffee, I seem to be inspired."

Aite stared at the dense black writing on the computer screen.

"How does this work?"

"Explain in advance, bite me in the future, and I will call the police."

Ayaluo looked at the ceiling, and didn't mean to get up.

It's better not to have this kind of inspiration.

"Call the police?"

"Drag you out and shoot you for ten minutes?"

Aite said with a smile.

"Miss,"

"Ever said you laughed horrible? I'm left with a psychological problem. ”

Ayaraku looks at the back of the green algae head.

It's within reach, but it's like an invisible barrier.

"Call me terrible ......"

"Those guys are dead, the expressions on their deathbed are funny, their bags are in my stomach...... Hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Aite laughed without conscience.