Nana Ming is also under special attack today

I looked at Mr. Qihai, and then at the ingredients in my hand.

Mr. Qihai's reply like this not only shows that I have not retaliated against him at all, but also shows that I am as naive as a child playing with his temper just now.

"Mr. Qihai, you can't reply me like this." I tried to make him understand that he was about to face the tragic scene of being driven home by his friends to eat alone tonight, "Don't you feel sad?"

"...I see." Mr. Qihai's expression became serious, he nodded, but he still didn't mean to be angry at all, "I understand, as an apology, I will go to the kitchen with Ms. Takishima."

I frowned, reluctantly letting him follow me.

——I always feel perfunctory again, as if I am a very compromising fool.

But... if it's an apology, I can accept it reluctantly.

So I walked in front and led the way very (emphasis) indifferently. After taking two steps, I found that Mr. Nanami was still standing there looking at me, so I ignored him very (emphasis) indifferently, and indifferently decided to make two simple dishes to prevaricate Mr. .

——Oh yes, I have to move the stool by the kitchen door, so as not to trip Mr. Nanami who is not familiar with the terrain.

After moving the stool, relying on my years of cooking experience, I quickly thought of the way to match the dishes. After refusing Mr. Nanami's help, I quickly cut the ingredients and cooked them with oil.

The mist and fragrance diffused in the room. Mr. Nanami stood a step away, leaning on the kitchen stove and tilting his head, looking at me motionless.

He kept looking at me in the same way as I tipped the spoon, lifted the pan, and wiped the countertop with a towel.

I noticed this, of course, because I also watched Nanami-san, but I just watched him for the purpose of not wanting him to interfere.

Through the trance heat, I couldn't see his face clearly, but the joy of cooking and the peaceful atmosphere made me forget all the sadness in my heart, and I couldn't help humming a song.

If Mr. Qihai dislikes my singing, I will reduce the amount of dishes and let Mr. Qihai know how good I am.

However, Mr. Qihai did not. I watched him secretly again, only to realize later that this was actually the first time someone stood by my side and watched the whole process of my cooking attentively.

Chi Ye also stayed for a meal, although he tried his best to accompany me every time, but I saw him going around in a hurry, and never made things difficult for him, just sent him out to watch TV or drink tea to wait for me .

Whether he goes or not is just the difference between lively and not.

But I can't imagine how I would feel after pulling Mr. Nanami out of this scene, but at least I know what is different.

I took the spoon and looked at Mr. Qihai subconsciously, and after getting his smile, I turned back subconsciously.

Everything in life is full of unique joys, so what about Mr. Nanami who is always busy, will he also be immersed in the strange joy brought by the daily trivial matter of cooking?

...Such as smelling the aroma of rice, such as hearing my singing.

Mr. Nanami probably didn't know that I had thought so much in a short period of time. He stood there quietly, and after I turned off the fire, he took the double-layer vacuum flask I handed over and thanked me.

I ran to get his suit, and wanted to hold up the sleeves for him to put it on, but Mr. Qihai took it directly and tidied it neatly.

"Then I'll take my leave."

"I'll take Mr. out." I hurried out of the entrance.

Mr. Nanami walked downstairs with me, the hanging rope of that photo was no longer shaking, the dark stairwell echoed our footsteps, the glass door was pushed open with a creak, and it was very clear in the empty dessert shop .

Mr. Nanami standing in the background of the rain curtain seemed to have returned to the state of the bus stop just now, looking lonely.

...This was my purpose in the first place, to let him eat alone sadly.

It's just that I suddenly regretted it.

Maybe I shouldn't have gone too far.

"Umbrella and thermos, I will wash them and return them to you tomorrow." The gentleman said, reaching out to pull the shutter door, "Let me close it for Miss Takino."

"Mr. Qihai." I called Aiai to stop him, but I didn't know what I wanted to say.

Mr. Nanami hummed, and waited for me with his hand raised.

There is only the ticking of the clock in the dessert shop, which sounds very thin, can Mr. Nanami outside the shop still hear it?

"Is sir cold? Well, if you're tired, you can just sit for a while, and..." I racked my brains to think of all kinds of excuses, but I didn't even know why I was talking so much.

Mr. Nanami showed a strange smile during my incoherent speech.

"I know, Miss Takishima." He said this.

What did Nanami-san know without me knowing?

"Tomorrow, I will come again." Mr. Qihai added, "I will come as soon as possible."

...Come to the dessert shop to buy breakfast?To change something?

...or come to see me?

"So, Miss Takishima, please go up and keep warm, and then eat."

I nodded and closed the glass door bit by bit. Mr. Nanami also pushed down the shutter door forcefully. From the gap below, I saw him squat down halfway, his knees were less than a punch away from the ground.

The sound of footsteps splashing water, and then drowned out by the sound of car horns, I stood alone under the only open door light of the dessert shop for a few seconds, the coolness poured into my clothes from the side of my neck, and I was so cold that I was beaten trembling.

The clock was still ticking, ticking slowly and dullly, and the dim light dimmed my eyes.

I suddenly realized my mistake.

[Being chased away by friends and eating alone is very lonely. 】

But now why, even I feel lonely.

"Mr. Qihai? Mr. Qihai!"

I opened the glass door again and patted the metal shutter with my palm: "Are you still there?"

The rolling door rattled, and the recess where my hand touched popped out and flattened.

"I'm here." He answered me outside.

"You are here."

"I'm here."

Mr. Qihai sighed in his voice: "Miss Takishima is right, rainy days can really make people feel..."

As if he didn't know what words to add, he stopped his voice in confusion, and when he spoke again, he just said:

"There are a lot of troubles today. I will leave first. If this continues, I will miss the bus."

I didn't want my husband to be unable to go home, so I didn't rely on my intuition to stop Mr. Qihai. Hearing the unclear footsteps gradually disappear, I called out again: "Mr. Qihai?"

No one responded.

This time I really left, maybe Mr. Nanami was looking at his phone or changing hands to take an umbrella just now, so he stayed for a while.

The stainless steel handle of the glass door is cold against my palm.

I moved step by step to the stairwell, and when I passed the portrait of Mr., I turned it back.

The person in the painting with a gentle smile can’t comfort my strangely depressed mood at this time. The smell of food is still lingering in the room on the second floor. Have a meal.

I don't know how far away my husband's house is, will the thermos be cold.

I took a bite of the dish.

I told my husband to buy porridge and heat it up, but he didn't know if he would obey.

I took a sip of oatmeal.

Did he go home, if not, where did he go?

The cat elf squeezed in as a flat piece through the crack of the door, rolled to my feet, and I touched its round body.

...Is he alone now?

I got a little annoyed thinking about it, so I solemnly took out my phone, clicked on the long-standing chat history between me and Mr. Qihai, deleted, deleted, edited and edited for a long time, and sent the first sentence.

[Full Moon]: Did you get home safely, sir?

I stared at the screen—actually, I thought Nanami-san might reply me very late, but I couldn't bear to look away.

However, in the next second, a line of words jumped out on the screen.

[Mr. Qihai]: I'll be there soon, what's the matter?

Is Mr. Nanami just looking at his phone?

...and his home is a little closer than I thought,

[Full Moon]: No, I just want to see if you eat seriously.

[Full Moon]: The rice I cook is super delicious.

After reading the two boastful words several times, I sent another emoji to ease the tone.

[White bear proud.jpg]

[Mr. Nanami]: Wait a minute.

After a few minutes.

[Mr. Nanami]: I just opened it when I got home, and it's all delicious.

Wow, it's like replying to the boss's work report.I can't help but think.

[Mr. Nanami]: Miss Takishima, is she in a better mood now?

I looked at this line suspiciously, and suddenly remembered that I should still be unhappy—at least in the eyes of Mr. Qihai.

Yes or no, it doesn't seem to be the case, and I can't express my feelings, so I can only answer vaguely: Don't worry, Mr. Nanami.

Mr. Nanami paused for a while and sent another letter.

[Mr. Nanami]: Thank you today, Miss Takishima.

[Mr. Nanami]: I will find time to treat you to dinner as soon as possible next week.

[Mr. Nanami]: As an apology, and

I waited for a long time, but before the word "and" came, Mr. Nanami quickly withdrew the message.

[Mr. Nanami]: Rest early, good night.

The cunning Mr. Qihai hung my appetite, but when I saw Goodnight, I suddenly felt sleepy. After the meal was swept away by the wind and clouds, I suddenly realized that after we finished our meal after chatting with my husband, we counted it as a meal together.

[Full Moon]: Good night, see you tomorrow~

See you tomorrow.

I looked at this sentence and suddenly looked forward to tomorrow.