Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

"Goodbye, Mr. Fukuzawa!"

Bao Ding, who didn't know what conclusion he had deduced, glanced at Fukuzawa Yukichi meaningfully, smiled very sweetly, patted the white long-sleeved underwear of the same style as his brother, and shouted after Shiori said goodbye groaned and waved at him.

"Is Ji Jun going to become a wife?"

At the moment when he left Fukuzawa's house and stepped into the new house, Baoding suddenly spoke out.

"..."

Shiori, who was speechless for a few seconds, hadn't figured out how to answer the question before seeing Yiqi Yizhen, who had not even taken off his battle uniform, showing a "kind" smile at his younger brother.

"Bunding?"

"Brother Yiqi! It's not...that me...you listen to my explanation!"

"Bao Ding, you can't say such things casually." The blue-haired young man walked towards his younger brother, the smile on his face restrained a little.

"sorry!!!"

"Brother Yiqi, Baoding actually has no other meaning, that..."

"I'm back~"

Smiling and watching Baoding being dragged back for re-education by the first phase, the five tigers retreated to join the other four with the youngest one in their arms, and Shiori walked lightly to the entrance.

"Welcome back."

Candlestick Che, who had been waiting in the entrance for a long time, immediately took a step forward and took the coat casually draped over her shoulders, obviously noticing that she still had a patch or two of green in it.

"Our princess returned from getting lost in the forest next door? Didn't she encounter hunters?"

Candlestick Che was also one of the readers of bedtime stories when the lord was young. Because he met the lord who was underage, he was familiar with [-]% to [-]% of the fairy tale bedtime stories at home and abroad.

He stepped forward and raised his hand, watching his little girl close her eyes violently, chuckled lightly, and pulled out those few leaves from her head.

"So who are you dwarves? Except for Xiaoying and Dagger, everyone is not qualified to say that they are short. Besides, I obviously climbed a tree, and you all know it and laugh at me."

She blushed, wrinkled her nose, and made a childish grimace.But there was no anger on his face at all, but a little excitement.

"I still remember a few days ago, Ji Jun said that he didn't want to move anymore and wanted to be a salted fish. He wanted to stay with the quilt every day, and when he woke up the day before yesterday..."

"Ah, that... I need to take a shower first, my body is covered in ashes... See you later."

While talking, humming and bouncing up and down the stairs——

Of course work is how salty fish come, but how can love be salty, what should I do if I don’t take the initiative to be snatched away by others!

"Ah, no, this is not Honmaru. Where is my room? Where is the bathhouse?"

So if you have a loyal dog at home, your self-care ability will be cut and cut to some extent.

The clothes are tidied up for you, the house is tidied up for you, and even the documents on the table are handled properly, and those that can’t be processed need to be finalized by the god judge. The three copies that need to be typed and signed] and [have not yet decided to judge by yourself] are placed in the most conspicuous center, and everything is short of arrangements.

After taking a bath and eating, it should have taken three or four hours of work. After solving the three thin tasks of using a little brain to allocate some manpower, only mechanical activities remained.

So Shiori calmly called the old people from the tea drinking group, and while they were typing stamps and signing, although their hands were sore, they could still devote their energy to chatting.

"refreshments?"

Sanriyue raised her eyebrows when she was asked such a question suddenly.Looking at the little girl wearing glasses who stamped and stacked papers deftly, her eyes were serious and cold, but her cheeks flushed unnaturally because of her words.

"The one used as a thank you gift is Mr. Fukuzawa from next door."

She was silent for a moment, and her voice trailed off.

"for what?"

"On the surface, it's to thank him for saving Xiaohu from Tui Tui's family."

She nonchalantly rearranged the quickly stamped stack and pushed it to the other side, while moving over another mountain of documents, hiding her face under the mountain of paper.

"Actually, I fell in love with Mr. Fukuzawa next door at first sight, and I wanted to curry favor with him!"

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"Oh! Ji Jun is also at this age."

As soon as Sanriyue knocked on the palm of her hand, she suddenly realized.

"Speaking of which, it is true that Jun Ji is already this old. Even Da Baoping has been here for a long time."

Sanriyue and Yingwan looked at each other, not surprised at all, and laughed to themselves, the two Buddhist elders raised their teacups unhurriedly.

"so."

She stopped the pen in her hand for signing, and poked out a pair of eyes from the center of the paper mountain. The warm brown peach blossom eyes were watery, and then she turned to the side and tilted her head.

Seriously changing the concept.

"You don't mind if I ask you for advice and experience, I will also prepare your gifts, I promise."

"Hahaha, but no matter what gift we receive, as long as it is from Shiori, we will be very happy."

Well, I thought that I could be lenient by playing straight balls and confessing, and my plan to infer what the other party would like based on similar types of people failed.

Children, you also need to know who taught you the concept of stealing.

"Oh--"

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As a result, in the end, he still failed to get any useful information from Sanriyue and Yingmaru. On the contrary, Hasebe couldn't bear the earnest request from his lord, Xingyan, who clasped his hands together, and spent most of the night messing with the little girl in the kitchen.

Hasebe is known to only make udon noodles (bu).

A young lady, a half-novice, tossed until the middle of the night to make a snack that was barely eye-catching.

"Adzuki Dou and Mi Jiang are so good, and finally they made it with the help of the recipe written by Akadou."

Wearing an apron, Shiori brushed her forehead with her wrist, let out a long breath, and couldn't help admiring the superb culinary skills of the two Longboat School members.

"Lord, I'm so sorry, if it wasn't for me..."

"No, thanks to Hasebe, I have almost never cooked. If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to find everything. Anyway, it's great to have you here!"

She immediately waved her hand to cut off the self-analysis of the long legs (unnecessary). She is used to playing straight balls, and she is familiar with everyone's personality, so it is very easy to coax people.

In Shiori's eyes, traditional Japanese desserts are a combination of red beans, sugar and flour. She never expected that the steps to make them are so complicated, and the amount of making is too large.

It took a long time to divide the finished yokan and wagashi into several packages and clean the utensils.

"This one is for Mr. Fukuzawa, this one is for the detective agency, this one is for the Sanjo family, this one is for Azuki Dome and Mitsutada, this one is for you Hasebe, and for everyone like Awataguchi, And... a yawn."

While counting, I wrote on the sticky note. Fortunately, many years of experience have been practiced. Although the handwriting is elegant, the willow style is full of heroic features, which is not only not perfunctory, but also surprisingly beautiful.

In the end, Shiori, who couldn't bear it any longer, rubbed her eyes and put away the pen, yawned and wanted to go back to her room to sleep.

"Good night Hasebe, good night, everyone—it's late anyway, so go back to your room and sleep."

"Looks like it's over?"

After Shiori's head was bit by bit, and behind the wall with half-closed eyes, Candlestick Kiri, who was guarding the door at some point, came out from behind the wall.

Looking at the box with a name tag written on each package, I smiled helplessly.

"Although it's still a little uncomfortable."

"Hahaha, the little girl has grown up, oh, she looks good. Let's eat this tomorrow."

"As a father, I also feel very gratified."

"Are you there?"

Hasebe was moved while holding a separate box with his own name written on it, watching his colleagues emerge from behind the wall one by one.

"Good evening, the moonlight is good tonight, everyone came out to enjoy the moon by coincidence."

"Exactly."

"The clear clouds meet the moon, and the sky shines brightly. It is also a kind of elegance, hahaha."

"Three Moon Palace, that waka is for autumn..."

"Really? Don't worry about the details, hahaha."

Crowded together in a small corner, except for the recipe providers, they are all older, and it is not unreasonable to talk nonsense with open eyes.

"However, it is rare for Ji Jun to go to bed so late. Tomorrow is the weekend, so her biological clock may not wake up in the morning."

……

You are right.

It would have been a bit embarrassing if it hadn't been delivered (by hand).