Food store[GL]

それくらいわかってる。 (I still get it.)

......

The music had stopped, and the atmosphere of silence spread for two seconds before being broken by Han Weiji. Her tone sounded very relaxed, and she said to Meng Yixuan:

Go to bed, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning.

Hmm...Meng Yixuan nodded.

What is the meaning of the lyrics sung by Han Weiji? Meng Yixuan does not understand, but music does not distinguish between languages. She seems to be able to hear some of the feelings in it. It is difficult to describe in words. Does the senior sister want to use this song to tell her what?

Meng Yixuan, who was lying on the bed in the guest room, turned on her phone and quietly searched for this song.The translated Chinese lyrics were displayed line by line on the screen. In the dark, she read them bit by bit. After reading them, she pulled them back to read them again. After watching them many times, the senior sister’s singing seemed to be still ringing in her ears. Why, my heart hurts, and my nose suddenly feels sore. As soon as I closed my eyes, the back of the senior sister with the guitar on her back suddenly appeared. She couldn't tell whether it was an afterimage or imagination.

Tokyo...?

☆、Chapter 27

When Meng Yixuan got up from the bed in a daze the next morning, Han Weiji was no longer at home.She was wearing loose pajamas, rubbing her eyes, and walked down the stairs with disheveled hair. The antique duplex apartment was brightly illuminated by golden sunlight, and it was almost noon.On the long table in the restaurant was a note with Han Weiji's handwriting on it.A few lines of beautiful running script with a pen, with a strong pen force and a chic and extraordinary structure. It doesn't look like a woman's handwriting, but it fits Han Weiji's personality quite well:

I guess you won't get up until noon. If you are hungry, there are biscuits and milk in the snack cabinet, so you can fill your stomach first.I will prepare your lunch in Shizang, and Huo Yan will come to give you a class and deliver it along the way.Three o'clock, one, you can wander around at home, but don't run around outside.[-]. If someone you don't know rings the doorbell, don't open it.[-]. Get along well with Yui, if she bullies you, tell me. (laugh)

ps: Girl, next time you wash your underwear yourself, I won't do it for you anymore.

Meng Yixuan pinched the note, her entire face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to her ears.

She limped and rushed to the balcony where the clothes were drying as fast as she could so far, and she really saw her underwear hanging on the balcony, as if...it seemed to be hanging with her senior sister's!

Miss Meng squatted on the balcony covering her face, unable to stand up for a long time.At this moment, her heart is broken: Sister! Just keep your clothes, I can wash them myself!

Ah...I can't get married anymore...

Miss Meng, who was shot in the air by her senior, felt that she couldn't stand up again. After spending countless points of stamina, she finally stood up again, and suddenly felt very hungry.With a mentality of venting her anger, Miss Meng pouted and decided to search Han Weiji's house for all the food.

Senior sister, there is a price to be paid for bullying Xiaomeng!

Han Weiji’s snack cabinet is filled with almost all original Japanese snacks, such as a kind of chocolate pancake gān called アルフォ`ド, one side is chocolate and the other side is pancake gān, it looks very small, almost one bite, it tastes delicious ;Another example is a cake called Tokyo Banana. The soft cake has a thick filling, and it fills the mouth with sweetness after one bite. It is so frenzied that you can't stop eating it; There are several boxes of the most famous pokey stick biscuits gān hidden in the corner, and the packaging is actually a Kumamon bear, so I don’t want to open it; beside the pokey is a Japanese snack with a relatively long life-delicious stick; Lots of chocolate and fruit fudge.Meng Yixuan also found a snack in a green packaging box. The snack inside is a small pancake gān in the shape of a bamboo shoot or mushroom. It looks super cute and feels hard to eat.

In addition to eating, I also drink a lot, milk, juice, alcohol, even canned red bean porridge and corn soup. Meng Yixuan opened a can of pink juice, and after drinking it, she realized that it was honey. She was confused about the peach-flavored fruit wine. She drank it right after waking up at noon, which was simply too decadent.

Forget it, she broke the pot and ate a lot of snacks together, which is enough to make her sick, and her stomach is full now, and she doesn't know if she can eat later.Fortunately, foreman Huo probably won't come until after noon, so she still has time to digest.

Miss Meng's capacity for alcohol is very weak, she just drank a can of fruit wine with very low alcohol content, and she became drunk.But this girl tastes good after all, there is no big difference between being drunk and not drunk, but she is a little dizzy, and she walks swaying.She ate a lot of Han Weiji's snacks on impulse, and when she recovered, she fell into the vortex of regret.Will the senior sister be angry when she comes back... She feels that she will die a miserable death because of the mortal feud of grabbing snacks.

Miss Meng silently planned to pack up the remaining bags and boxes and throw them into the trash can. When she was throwing out the trash, she found that there were many trash cans in the senior sister's house, especially in the kitchen. There were three trash cans. After opening them one by one, she found The garbage is different.She suddenly fainted, and it took a long time to realize that this is garbage sorting!

So Miss Meng panicked, this... how to classify this? Cans...recyclable? Packaging bags...degradable? Meng Yixuan didn't even learn garbage sorting when she was a cleaner. There is no promotion, and the cleaners just pack the garbage as a whole and discard them together, and then the garbage will be sent to the garbage dump for disposal.Someone once joked that China's waste sorting and recycling depends entirely on tramps who pick up waste.