[Comprehensive] Die well, lie down every day

I spent an hour squatting next to Mr. Lancer watching him fish like an idiot, and the reward for this was that this man gave me all the fish he caught today.

"Is it really okay...? There are so many, and Mr. Lancer doesn't keep some for himself?" Although I am very happy to get free fish, in the end, staying here is out of my personal wish, and I'm only here because I'm bored and have nowhere to go.

To put it simply, Mr. Lancer does not owe me anything.

"Ah, just take it all." Regardless of the hesitation on my face, he further stuffed the bucket in his hand into mine. "Anyway, it's not a big deal. If you really feel embarrassed, then you can exchange it with one condition."

I thought about it and nodded decisively. "No problem! So you want to...?" The other party probably wouldn't ask me to pay for it, but personally, I hope he can propose that I give him money equivalent to this bucket of fish .

After all, this is the easiest requirement to meet. I can roughly calculate how much this bucket of fish will cost to buy, basically within the range I can afford.

But this person didn't do what I thought, but said: "Then please don't yell at Mr. and Mr., oh, although it is really nice to be yelled in such a respectful tone by Ms. I'd be happier with the name instead. Besides, don't you think it's more intimate this way?"

"Eh? It's okay...but I don't think it will be more intimate, um...not so much closeness, it's more like becoming a person of the same generation." Personally, I don't know the Japanese honorifics. I will add Mr. after the name, just because the other party is older than me.

Ah, speaking of which, when I first became estranged from others, I did address them as Mister or Ms. "I understand, then it's fine to call you Lancer from now on?" I still couldn't believe that the other party's request was just that, so I answered again.

"That's right, the relationship between me and the young lady is not that kind of unfamiliar. Because the young lady is a good woman in my opinion." The other party said carelessly, reminding me of what he said before.

I stared at him for a few seconds and tried to ask. "Because of stubbornness?"

He smiled and nodded, probably because he couldn't help laughing out loud after seeing my face, and put his hand on my head and rubbed it. "This is a rare advantage, miss. In this world, such beautiful and stubborn women are rare."

"What... you say I'm not stubborn." I muttered, not even knowing why I should care about this. "By the way, since I have omitted the honorific title, then Lancer...should call me by my name directly." I suddenly remembered that this person had never formally called me by my name, so I took this opportunity to make an exchange with him.

Speaking of which, it was the first time that someone used the word "Miss" instead of my name, but I didn't feel unfamiliar.The reason for this probably lies in the fact that every time this person calls out, he is as casual as calling the other person's name.

The other party yelled twice, as if he was very satisfied with the suggestion.

I looked at his arm, then at the fish in the bucket. "Although it's a little troublesome for you, but Lancer... can you help me carry this bucket of fish to my house?" I also know that this is quite troublesome for others, so I added, "If you don't mind dinner tonight, please try Try my handiwork."

I don't have any skills to be confident about in other areas, but when it comes to cooking, I'm pretty sure.Even if I can't compare to that kind of senior chef, but I have lived alone since I was 13 years old, at least I have no problems in life.Cooking is at least not too bad.

Well, last time Mr. Gintoki didn't find it too bad.

"Oh, this really took advantage of me, so I'm looking forward to it, Mayu's cuisine." The other party said this in a normal tone, but it made me even more nervous.

"One, there must be no problem! It won't taste bad, trust me!"

"Oh, don't be nervous, I'm pretty confident about it." He replied with a tone more confident than myself.

I don't know where this person's confidence comes from, but I am even more nervous here.

I didn't dare to talk to Lancer because of nervousness along the way, but I was always teased by his words unconsciously, and got into strange disputes with him.But if I had to say it, I was the only one who was arguing seriously, but that person looked at me with a somewhat cool gaze, and then smiled when I held back my mood.

Ah—how many times have things like this happened along the way, I am like a cat that is scared by a dog.

Thinking about it this way, this guy must be secretly laughing in his heart.

"Here." I let out a sigh of relief. "Well, there is a small bookshelf in the living room. If you don't mind, you can use the books on it to pass the time." I walked in the door sideways, and opened the door for him at the same time.

After he put the bucket in the kitchen and I made other preparations, I poked my head out of the kitchen. "Well, may I ask. Is there anything Lancer doesn't like to eat?" I had to ask this before.

Just like how I work hard on ginger, which is a strangely spicy condiment, everyone probably has something that they don’t like to eat, so, since I am the host to thank the guests, at least I must first understand the other party’s preferences In order to make food that satisfies the other party.

"Don't worry about me, the staple food is fish anyway." That person seemed to be interested in the Keitel myth in the bookshelf... No, it might be better to say that it was better than nothing, his eyes were full of boredom, and he flipped through the book casually.

"Which book is Lancer interested in?" Although he had that expression on his face, if he only took out this book from so many books, it proved that the other party was at least more interested in that book than others. "There," I pointed to the book in his hand. "There is a story that I like very much."

He seemed to be more interested in the stories I told than the stories in the book. He closed the book with a snap and looked at me with interest.

I tilted my head and thought about the story, trying to summarize such a long story as much as possible. "It's an Irish hero legend. How should I put it, it was just to pass the time at first, but..." Ouch, I smiled, and I felt a little embarrassed. "In short, I just feel interested. As for the Irish hero in that book - Cu Chulainn of the Son of Light, I like his story very much."

In short, I don't know what kind of mentality it is. When I read this story, I occasionally connect some of the fragments with the man standing not far from me. "I think the reason is probably because I have no resistance to that kind of tragic story...Maybe it's not necessarily that the hero will be angry when he hears it. But I always feel...the fact that you don't get something in return is... "I didn't know how to organize the language, so I had to muddle along. "Well, it's probably because I feel sorry for him... such feelings?" I laughed a little embarrassedly, but the man had a strange expression.

"No, I don't feel angry." The man who made such a judgment said with joy from the heart, "Oh, it's better to say that I have no regrets for being able to get the feeling of Zhenyu. "

I intuitively sensed that this man was lying.But I don't know exactly which aspect it is. I just vaguely feel that the regret he mentioned should exist, but there are other things.

Whether it was the attitude of the other party as if the hero in the myth really felt that way, or the hearty smile that made me inexplicably shy, all made me retract my body back into the kitchen unconsciously, and then continued to struggle with the ingredients.