Why is it so difficult to squat on the street

Today is the first day of the new year, but unfortunately there are not many people in the living room, and most of them are still catching up on sleep.

bang bang-

There was a tinkling sound from the kitchen.

Lin Zhenxuan and Lin Yu were processing the materials for the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.

The work and rest time of Japanese teenagers are very punctual, unlike Chinese otaku, who use daytime as night and night as daytime. Lin Yu also made a fuss very late last night, but he woke up early in the morning and didn’t feel it. How tired.

"Son, give me that shrimp."

"Steam this fish."

The father and son were like old partners, tacitly handing each other ingredients, while Shusuke Atobe, who was surrounded by a black aura, was washing the vegetables in his hands with a blank expression.

Why did he go to bed so early yesterday?Why do you have to get up so early today?Most importantly, why did he follow Lin Zhenxuan when he saw Lin Zhenxuan walking into the kitchen? !

Shusuke Atobe, who had never been in the kitchen, was wearing casual clothes and this apron, washing vegetables by the sink.

"Shusuke, give me the potatoes."

Shusuke Atobe raised his hand and passed it over. Lin Zhenxuan, who was about to cut the knife, paused for a moment. This is... sweet potato...

Lin Zhenxuan turned his head and saw Shusuke Atobe's sullen face without saying anything. He raised the knife and cut the sweet potatoes into uneven pieces. Candied sweet potatoes are also good.

"Uncle Atobe... I, I will do it myself."

Lin Yu originally wanted Shusuke Atobe to bring over the plate beside him, but when he saw the face that closely resembled Keigo Atobe, he was embarrassed to speak, and he was not afraid of trouble to go back and forth to get things by himself.

Not long after, people began to get up one after another. Rijiruo was about to go out for some exercise, when he heard the sound from the kitchen, he glanced in casually, but was so frightened that he stood still for a long time.

What Hijiruo often talks about is "down to top". His goal is to hit and surpass the superiors, but he also has people he admires, such as Shusuke Atobe who is holding a kitchen knife in the kitchen.

People like them can often be met at receptions, and there are business contacts among the families. From the mouth of Hikichiruo's father who often has a straight face, he can also hear his appreciation for Shusuke Atobe. Shusuke Atobe is undoubtedly in the mall. An all-powerful person, but at this time, this person is wearing an apron and chopping vegetables in the kitchen...

Shusuke Atobe sensed someone behind him, turned around and saw Hikichiruo standing at the door, Shusuke Atobe nodded at him, turned around and continued to work on the goods in his hand, this is cutting pieces, how many pieces to cut Little, damn it!

Hijiruo didn't dare to move the eyes of Shusuke Kamijibe, turned around and ran out quickly, he wanted to play two more sets of punches to wake up.

Most people woke up at noon, because they ate a lot of snacks, they were not very hungry, they only drank some porridge, and a few people who had cooked at home went to the kitchen to help.

All the ingredients are ready, and all the things that need to be stewed are put on the pot. Lin Yu and others also go to the hall or room to take a rest.

"Xiaojing, I'm so tired!"

Atobe hasn't gotten up yet. Last night, he played outside with Lin Yu and the others for a long time. After coming back, he was tired for a long time, and he didn't go to sleep until it was almost morning.

When Lin Yu came in, Atobe had just woken up, and Lin Yu lay on Atobe's body, making him almost out of breath.

"stand up!"

Atobe's voice was a little hoarse, but Lin Yu felt it was very sexy. He raised his head and pouted his lips to kiss him, but was pushed away in disgust.

"My uncle hasn't washed yet."

"Xiaojing, I don't dislike you, why not give me a kiss!"

Atobu puts Lin Yu's approaching mouth between his fingers, and turns over and gets out of bed.

Lin Yu lay on the bed and watched Atobe slowly walk to the bathroom. His wife looks good when she wakes up, um...it looks good no matter how you look at it.

When Atobe came out, Lin Yu was still lying face down on the quilt without changing his movements. Atobe wondered how he was breathing, but he seemed really tired.

Lin Yu was lying on the bed, and the quilt was covered with Atobe's rose fragrance. He almost fell asleep, felt the strength on his shoulders and sighed comfortably, and turned his head to look at Atobe sitting beside the bed.

Atobu felt the muscles under his body slowly relax, and the strength of his hands changed from time to time.

"Xiao Jing, you are so virtuous, oh!"

Atobu squeezed harder with his hand. Lin Yu covered his neck and wailed.

My uncle is virtuous? ……hehe……

Abandoning Lin Yu who was still howling, Atobe tidied up his clothes and went out to warm up.

Lin Yu was still waiting for Atobu to come to comfort him, and steal another kiss by the way, but when he looked back, he had already left.

Near the evening, which is also the busiest time, Lin Yu set up the pot, fried and cooked, and the dishes were quickly cooked and taken away.

Lin Zhenxuan on the side looked at the soup and meat that had been stewed all afternoon, adding some seasonings from time to time, and after walking away, Dashi watched the time.

Feng was helping Lin Yu to serve the dishes, watching Lin Yu's frying technique from time to time, she was amazed, and she almost shouted impolitely when she saw the fire burning into the pot.

Seeing Lin Yu's unchanging expression, Feng Changtaro felt a little admiration for it.

"Tomatoes...tomatoes!"

Lin Yu yelled, but there was no response. He thought his voice was too low, so he yelled louder, but there was still no response. When he turned his head, he saw that Feng's eyes were shining with admiration.

Looking at him carefully, like a big dog that pleases its owner, Lin Yu almost reached out to touch his head.

"Changtaro, leave this to me, Ryo is calling for you."

Feng came back to his senses, his face turned red, he lowered his head in embarrassment and quickly walked away, "Minister, I'll leave first."

"Here, tomato."

Lin Yu took the tomatoes in a daze. He was also surprised to see Atobe. He didn't expect him to go to the kitchen.

It's not gorgeous eyes, why can't he, Keigo Atobe, get out of the kitchen.

When Lin Yu came out with the last dish and shouted 'serve', dozens of pairs of chopsticks stretched out at the same time, and he began to eat.

Even if they were at the same table with Shusuke Atobe, this group of people didn't care. In front of a table of delicious food, Shusuke Atobe?Who is that?

"Little one, don't grab my fish, meow!"

"Smelly poisonous snake, let go of your chopsticks!"

"hiss……"

"Cirou, didn't you just snatch the last shrimp, why did you come again? No, you are not Jiro!"

"Pfft...was discovered."

King Ni ate the prawns he had snatched in one gulp, and looked at the person opposite who was working hard with his face tilted.

Xiang Riyue was stern, seeing that Cilang had turned into a white-haired fox. Although he was not from the same school, most of them had developed some affection after getting along for so long, and he was not polite at all when he spoke.

"Damn it, give me back my shrimp!"

Keigo Atobe, Lin Yu, Shusuke Atobe, and Lin Zhenxuan formed a circle around them. The dishes in front of them were not damaged. I would also like to thank Shusuke Atobe for his previous momentum. Even if this group of people got into a commotion, they still remembered that there was a great god here .

"Uncle Atobe, you eat this."

"This is my specialty, try it."

"This Xiaojing has even done something, you eat what you eat."

Lin Yu took good care of Shusuke Atobe attentively, and put vegetables into his bowl every time he took a few bites.

While Shusuke Atobe was surprised, he did not forget to give Lin Zhenxuan a provocative look, your son was the one who picked the food for me first.

Regarding this, Lin Zhenxuan just smiled and didn't speak, bowed his head to eat his own food, and took a few sips of wine from time to time, feeling very comfortable.

Shusuke Atobe immediately lowered his face, the feeling of punching the cotton was really unpleasant.