[Tutor] The Heart of Dwelling Myself

After taking a shower, Mi Xiu seemed to be pardoning a big sin, running around with the soft, bright and elegant snow ball that had been taken care of again.Of course, I have to say that the owner's massage skills are still very good.But even then - it still doesn't like bathing.

If only the next seven days came later.The world would be perfect without a shower!

"Ling~ Have you seen Mi Xiu?" Qianqiu knocked on the door and opened it.

"No..." Ling casually flipped through the comic book in his hand, raised his head and glanced at her, "Mi Xiu disappeared?"

"Yeah..." Qianqiu looked worriedly at the silent courtyard.Under the darkness of night, there is only a thin moonlight lying in this courtyard like a veil, and occasionally there are rustling insects.

"Anyway, he must have gone to Skylark again." Ling blinked his brown eyes, and calmly turned to the next page of the comic book, "Don't worry, I'll be back when the time comes."

Even though he said so, Qianqiu still couldn't let go of his heart.Seeing that it was time to go to bed, there was still no movement from Mi Xiu.Except for Mr. Skylark's sleeper, which is inconvenient to approach, everyone has searched for it.The only possibility is that Mi Xiu sneaked into Mr. Skylark's room again.

Mr. Skylark never mentioned about Mi Xiu's sudden interruption, presumably he acquiesced in such behavior.

It was so pampering.

Qianqiu sighed softly, and could only attribute the remaining possibilities to Mr. Skylark.

If this is the case, she can guess Mi Xiu's thoughts with just her fingers. It must be because of the fragrant whiteness after being washed, so she ran there to please--Look at me, look at me, Wang has changed again Soft and fragrant!

...It's an inner activity that you don't even need to think about.

It's just that now its object of fawning has changed from its own master to Mr. Skylark.

Such a gap is still somewhat lost.

"Grumble-"

A blush appeared on Ling's cheeks, he scratched his head a little awkwardly, put down the comic book in his hand, raised his expectant eyes, "That..."

"...Are you hungry?" Qianqiu rubbed his forehead, looking at his younger brother who was full of energy in front of him with nerve-wracking eyes.From his eyes that seemed to be shining with golden light, he could completely see his hunger at the moment.

"Ahaha..." Ling patted his belly in embarrassment, lowered his eyes awkwardly, and argued in refusal, "I'm still young! Of course I'm hungry fast!"

Qian Qiu rubbed his chin, looked at the boy whose head was getting lower and lower, couldn't help laughing.Sure enough, Ling is still at a vigorous age, and of course his digestive function is so...a little bit stronger.From his thin appearance, it is impossible to imagine that he eats so much, and sometimes Qianqiu secretly envies his physique who can eat but can't get fat.But being able to eat it means that you are growing your body, which is something to be happy about.

"What do you want to eat?" She pursed her lips in compromise, looking at Ling who was about to bury her head on the floor dumbfounded, "There's nothing to be shy about, it's normal for boys to eat more. It's healthier to eat more .”

As soon as the words fell, Ling raised her head suddenly, as if she was encouraged, she looked at her sister leaning against the door with bright eyes.

His sister is indeed alive!The messenger who paved the road to happiness for him in the future!When he goes back, he will definitely work hard, buy more ingredients... and then go to her to exchange for more meals!

"Well...anything is fine!" Ling frowned in distress, and then grinned heartily, his brown eyes filled with soft spots of light.

"I know you want to eat fried chicken." Qianqiu laughed, "Don't worry, it's nothing troublesome."

Ling opened his mouth, but was blocked by her words again.

He scratched his hair in some embarrassment, then gave Qianqiu a big smile.Even without dialogue, they can know what each other is thinking.

Sometimes facing Ling, Qianqiu would feel like looking at a mirror.Every frown and smile is like a replica. If someone says that they are not relatives at this time, maybe even she herself will refute it without hesitation.

Even though they didn't get along for a long time, such a tacit understanding seemed to have existed for a long time.

She could feel it, and she could feel that Ling felt the same way.

"You have to wait patiently." Qianqiu picked up the comic book that was thrown aside, stuffed it into Ling's hand again, and patted his head, "So let's read some more comic books to pass the time."

One last glance at Ling's dog-like eyes begging for food, Qianqiu gently closed the door, and followed the dim light towards the kitchen.

bang-

The crisp crashing sound of objects falling to the ground was surprisingly clear in the quiet night.

The sudden sound really startled Qianqiu, her heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at the dark corridor in front of her, feeling a sense of creepiness.

Qian Qiu took a few steps forward according to the light, only to find that the light in the kitchen was on.

The door was not closed tightly, and there was a glimmer of light in the crack of the door.

It's so late and someone is still in the kitchen...?

Could it be a thief?

She hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little more nervous. She tiptoed towards the kitchen door, stood in front of the door, and looked in through the shallow crack.

The young man in a black bathrobe was picking up tools in the kitchen with his back to the door.Some loose bathrobes, plus the short, thin and soft black hair, and a slightly thin back, who is it if it's not a skylark?

Qianqiu immediately felt relieved.

The young man in the kitchen seemed to sense the approach of a stranger, and immediately walked towards the door.The sharp eyes cut through the tranquility of the night, piercing straight into Qianqiu's heart.

She shivered unconsciously.

very scary.

When Qianqiu stretched out her fingers to push open the door, she even felt her hands trembling.This is the first time she has seen Mr. Skylark's stern expression, guarding against people thousands of miles away, leaving no room for him.

"...Cage Island Qianqiu." Yunque, who wanted to pull out the duckweed abduct from his sleeve, suddenly slowed down.He calmly lowered the ink color in his eyes, looking at this uninvited guest in the dead of night.

"Mr. Skylark...he's still here at such a late hour..." Qianqiu quickly lowered his eyes, a little afraid to face the powerful aura that the person in front of him hadn't withdrawn.She twisted her fingers nervously, cold sweat dripping from her palms.

The other party lazily withdrew his scrutiny, walked back to the kitchen slowly, and said a simple sentence, "I'm hungry."

Are you hungry?

It is somewhat similar to Ling.

Qian Qiu couldn't help calming down the uneasiness in her heart. She raised her eyes and took a peek at the young man's slender back.

She followed Skylark's footsteps to the kitchen, but saw a somewhat horrible kitchen counter.On it are broken eggs that were heroically sacrificed, most of the milk that was poured out of the bottle, and even a bag of flour that was accidentally knocked over.

Qianqiu suddenly understood why Mr. Skylark's family needed a cook so much.

She really couldn't connect this battlefield-like scene with the meticulous Mr. Skylark, like two extremes.

"Mr. Skylark...you, what did you want to do before?" She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the calm black-haired young man.The other party didn't seem to care about her expression when she saw these scenes.

"Tamakiyaki." The concise, clear and low-pitched pleasant voice did not feel ashamed at all, but felt that such a thing was normal and confident.

Of course, no one will question it, and no one dares to question it.

He is Kyouya Hibari, not a herbivore who follows other people's minds.

"It's Tamagoyaki..." Qianqiu's voice couldn't help but weaken a bit.

This kind of food seems to use no flour.Is it really not the wrong seasoning?She glanced feebly at the messy kitchen counter, the messy eggs, the bright yellow liquid that slipped on the ground after breaking the shell, and the burnt black ones that couldn't be seen... Tamagoyaki.

Qian Qiu couldn't bear to look directly and narrowed his eyes.

Mr. Skylark, who has never been close to people, turned out to be a cooking idiot.She didn't find it particularly funny, but suddenly felt that this ice-cold young man who couldn't find a breakthrough point had a trace of humanity that he should have.

"That... If you want supper, you can let me come." Qianqiu stretched out her hand to clean up the horrific damage on the table, and couldn't help showing a shallow smile.

Skylark seemed to hesitate for a moment, but said nothing.

"It just so happens that Ling is also hungry, so I'll make some supper to take home. If you don't mind, please sit down and wait a while."

Qianqiu can't understand what Mr. Yunque is thinking at ordinary times, and he always acts and speaks arbitrarily that cannot be rejected. If he decides what it is, he will implement it in the direction he decides.She also more or less heard Mr. Kusakabe talk about Mr. Skylark, who is independent and independent, and doesn't like to be restrained by others.

Qianqiu didn't dare to judge Mr. Skylark's thoughts at the moment, but optimistically classified it as "Because the night was quiet and it was inconvenient to disturb, so I had to cook by myself".After thinking about it this way, she felt that Mr. Skylark was quite gentle.

The atmosphere involuntarily changed from solemn to light.

Skylark just watched quietly as the woman in front of him beat the eggs he always failed to beat perfectly into the bowl at once, and the hand that used the chopsticks was very dexterous, and in a short while, the egg whites were beaten evenly and brightly. yellow.Pour even salt, soy sauce and miso into the milk and stir well, then patiently pass through a sieve with a strainer.

Drop a little salad oil into the pot, spread it evenly, and then turn on the fire to preheat the pot surface, then gently pour the egg liquid into the pan, the lemon-colored liquid gradually fills the entire pot surface, and the color gradually increases as the temperature rises. As it becomes shallower, the egg liquid slowly solidifies, and the aroma also diffuses.

Qianqiu skillfully scooped up the half-frozen egg and rolled it from the outside to the inside.As the misty hot mist drifts away, the aroma of tamagoyaki is even more intense.

Skylark suddenly felt his stomach growl.But fortunately, the sound of the pot sizzling covered up this embarrassing fact.

He has always been the one who orders others, because he really has no talent for cooking.But now watching Long Dao Qianqiu cook is something that unexpectedly makes him feel happy. The busy figure and the seemingly invisible curvature of the mouth, as well as the cheeks that have been turned a little red by the steam, make something uncomfortable. same.

Probably because he had never seen a person cooking so intently in front of his eyes, it was for him.And that person has pure and gentle eyes like a small animal, and a reassuring smile.

He touched the bridge of his nose, looking at the complete and perfect tamagoyaki that was brought to him.

"Please use it." Qian Qiu raised her flushed cheeks, smiled slightly, turned around and continued to work.

The evenly spread tamagoyaki has a thick and well-proportioned appearance.The savory taste of eggs mixed with the mild umami of milk.

Hibari lowered her eyes, looking at the few tamagoyaki left on the plate.

It's obvious, but it feels different.

"and this."

After a while, a small bowl of chazuke was placed in front of him, reflecting the gentle curve of Qianqiu's mouth.

"?" He raised his head and glanced at Qianqiu blankly.

"Mr. Skylark smells of alcohol. It must be because he is busy with work, so he uses sake to do it." Qianqiu sat down opposite him, and looked at the small bowl of ochazuke with his hands on his cheeks. "This can satisfy hunger and relieve alcohol Nourish your stomach... you've worked hard."

"..." Yunque pursed her sharp thin lips and looked at the paofan dripping with clear tea. The full-grained rice grains looked like pearls, and the fine seaweed sprinkled on the rice grains was really beautiful.

He picked up the spoon and gently scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

The fresh tea flavor and the faint sourness of prunes stimulate the taste buds, light but not greasy.

"How...?" He raised his eyes, looking at those brown eyes full of expectation, he couldn't help but hesitate in his hands.

"..." Yunque just glanced at her indifferently, but did not agree.

This made Qianqiu slightly disappointed.

But she turned her eyes to the Tamagoyaki that had bottomed out, and the disappointment in her heart was slightly filled again.

At least it's finished... which means it's not bad.Although Mr. Skylark has never admitted that her craft is delicious.

"Then don't bother, I think Ling's stomach is already growling." She stood up and bowed slightly, holding the food box full of fried chicken nuggets in her hand, "Mr. Skylark, good night."

Looking at the silent black-haired youth for the last time, Qianqiu left the kitchen.

With light steps, she walked towards Ling's room.

Sure enough, Mr. Hibari is not someone who easily admits to others... When will he be able to cook a meal that satisfies him.

Qian Qiu lowered his face slightly, his cheeks felt hot.

If only Mr. Hibari's thoughts flowed into his mind naturally like Ling...

There was a sudden pause under her feet.

By the way, why did Ling's consciousness flow into his mind so clearly?

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