After confessing to Waste Chai Gang

I happened to pass by a vegetable shop before leaving the commercial street. Most of the green leafy vegetables that are on the market in spring, such as lettuce and spinach, cannot be used as the main ingredient for desserts.

So after learning that everyone is not taboo, I decisively took out the remaining pocket money and bought a box of salted duck eggs.

After saying goodbye to them at the intersection, I went home, rolled up my sleeves and started making cakes.

First, separate the egg yolk from the egg white. Put the egg white in the refrigerator and eat it later, and put the egg yolk in a steamer to steam until soft.

Because it has been marinated, even the steamed egg yolks will be a little hard, I crush them patiently with a spoon, add whipped cream and milk powder and stir together.

What you get in this way is the flowing custard.

Then there is the cake base.

By the time the two cakes were finished, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, and my stomach was growling with hunger.

So in the final mounting process, it was a lot more casual, directly sprinkled with beautifully colored dried cranberries and biscuit crumbs, and then put a few nuts on it.

When Mom and Dad came back in the evening, they were surprised to see the packed cakes in the refrigerator.

"It's only the first day of school, has Xiao Yangcai already made friends? So fast?" Mom said in an unbelievable tone.

I felt that I was underestimated, so I pouted at her a little angrily: "Don't tell me I look useless, okay?"

Dad habitually acted as the peacemaker between my mother and me, and tried to persuade us to fight as always.

"That's right, Yangcai is already a middle school student, it's different from before."

"Aren't I worried about her?" Mom pouted, having stayed with kindergarten children for a long time, and sometimes she herself looked like a child.

The cake I made was a little too big, and I cut it into four pieces when I packed it in a box. I plan to take two pieces to school tomorrow, and give the remaining two pieces to the neighbors I visited before.

However, after I contacted Miura and Irie's family by phone, I only got a reply from Xiaochun. Mrs. Irie told me apologetically that the private middle school that Irie attended was a boarding school, and it was difficult to see it except on weekends and holidays. him.

I have a good impression of Masaichi Irie, he was also one of the first people of my age I met after I moved to Namorimachi.So I feel a little sorry to hear this news.

But soon I regained my spirits.

Anyway, we are so close, we will meet again when we are on vacation.

I got up early the next day and couldn't wait to come to school to share my work with my new friends.

Both Kurokawa and Kyoko have already arrived. After I took out the cake, I deliberately closed it and told them to wait until lunch break to open it, and they all agreed.

Then only Gangji was left.

But I waited and waited, and when the bell rang for the first class, Tsunayoshi's seat was still empty, which made me a little worried.

"This guy, he won't be late on the first day of school, right?" Kurokawa complained in a low voice, "But judging from his previous appearance, it seems that it is not impossible."

Jingzi covered her face with her textbook, and whispered to us, "When the roll call was just now, the teacher's expression was so scary..."

The Chinese teacher is a thin middle-aged man who also wears a pair of glasses, but he is not as kind as Mr. Miura, but has a very stern face. At first glance, he looks like the kind of scary teacher that students will be afraid of.

And after he clicked on Gangji's name and got no response, the black cloud on his face almost fell off.

"Now turn to the third page of the textbook..."

With a murderous voice.

Shocked, I quickly straightened up and sat down, not daring to think about it.

About 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the classroom, and Tsuna Kichi finally appeared with half of his face swollen.

"Are you Sawada?" The Chinese teacher pushed his glasses.

"Yes Yes!"

Gangji held his left cheek that was swollen as if stuffed into a bun, apologized inarticulately, and sounded like he was about to cry: "I'm really sorry, teacher!"

"How did you get this injury?" Teacher Guowen also frowned seeing his miserable appearance.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he seemed to think of something, and he looked like he was no longer willing to delve into it. He pointed to the blackboard behind him.

"In short, take the good book, and let me stand in the back first."

Tsuna agreed with a bitter haha, and from the process of walking to the back of the classroom with the textbook, from time to time there were laughing sounds from the corner.

It's a little annoying to hear.

As if knowing that many people were watching his jokes, Tsuna lifted the textbook high and used it to cover his face.

It's as if doing so can also block the mocking eyes of others.

I'm getting sad again.

He frowned and forced himself to look away, but his heart was in a mess, and he only listened to half of the class.

After class, Tsuna returned to his seat. I originally wanted to go and have a look.But he lay down on the table, obviously refusing all communication, even the boys who surrounded him and wanted to continue to laugh at his embarrassment all snorted when they saw this, and scattered away in boredom.

Kyoko, who was sitting behind me, poked me with a pen and whispered, "Hina-chan, are you going to see him?"

I looked at the figure lying on the table and hesitated for a while, then shook my head: "Let him stay by himself for a while."

I don't know why, but I always feel that now is not a good time to comfort him.

In this way, until the lunch break, the whole morning should be enough for him to adjust his mood.

With this in mind, I hurried to Tsuna Ji's desk and held his chin to examine the wound carefully, but he turned his head and avoided it.

"I'm fine... hiss..." When he spoke, the swollen half of his face would be involved, so Gang Ji took a deep breath in pain.

Now I didn't dare to move him arbitrarily, so I started to circle around his seat, feeling a bit helpless and furious.

"How did your injury come about? Did you fight with others?"

To be honest, although I have only known him for two days, I don't think Tsunayoshi Sawada is a person who will use violence. Judging from his appearance, it is more like being violent.

Afraid that his wound would hurt again, I said decisively: "Forget it, don't answer."

I originally wanted to have lunch with Kyoko and the others, but judging from the current situation, it's impossible.

I raised my head and looked, the sights in the classroom sizing up here made me very uncomfortable.So he simply pulled Tsunaki's tie and pulled him up from the chair.

"Hey, hiss... where are you taking me?"

My original intention was actually to treat his wound, and it's not a problem if it keeps swollen like this.So subconsciously looking for a place with a water source, he dragged him to the women's toilet.

The moment I was about to lift my foot to walk in, I reacted.

Hmm, not quite right.

So in the end, we settled it at the sink next to the playground.

The handkerchief was not wrung out after being wet with water, but directly stuck to the swollen left cheek, and the water flowed down along the curvature of the neck and flowed into the neckline. The sudden coolness made Gangji start to struggle unconsciously. Moved, and was immediately held down by me.

"do not move……"

I used a wet handkerchief to reduce the swelling on his left face, and after it was warmed up, I ran the cold water again. After repeating this three or four times, Gangji gently held my wrist, "I'm fine, thank you today You, Yangcai."

There was a temperature on my wrist that didn't belong to me. I lowered my head and met his clear brown eyes.

Because I was standing in his sitting posture, this was the first time I saw him from such a distance, and I could clearly see the sky above his head and my own reflection from the bottom of his eyes.

It's a pity that because of the backlight, I couldn't see my face clearly.

Just when I was feeling sorry for this, Tsuna jumped up as if his butt was being burned, and quickly moved away from me.

The temperature on the wrist suddenly disappeared, and I looked at him puzzled, only to find that he had turned his face sideways, and the base of the only right ear facing me was already red.

Well, you need to be gentle with shy guys.

Thinking of this, my stomach growled.

I covered my stomach, only feeling the heat in my ears.

This time I blushed.

Tsuna and I went back to the classroom to get a bento. We wanted to eat next to the playground, but when we came back, we found that there was no one in the classroom.

That being the case, it saves the effort to run downstairs again.

I took out the cake I made yesterday from the drawer, stacked the bento box on top, hooked the chair with my other hand, and dragged it to Tsunayoshi's table.

"You go over there."

After the chair was put away, I reached out and pushed the textbooks spread out on his desk.

If I'm not mistaken, there seems to be a suspicious mouth watermark on it.

"Eh, eh? Do you want to eat like this?"

Gang Ji said something that seemed to be rejected, but he quickly stuffed all the stationery and books into the drawer and cleared the entire desktop.

Aren't couples going to have lunch together?

I thought about it, and said confidently: "Then we can go to the rooftop to eat together." This is always done in TV dramas.

Gangji: "No, let's eat here."

I ignored his small movements of secretly picking up the chair and moving it to the side, and concentrated on unpacking the cake in my hand.

Because it has been kept in the refrigerator since it was made, the shape of the cake has not changed, and the outer cream is still good, and it still looks perfect.

"It's amazing, did you do it yourself?" Gang Ji praised without hesitation.

Although I am quite confident in myself, this does not prevent me from being happy after listening to his words.

"I've made it for more than four hours, come and taste it, it's filled with egg yolk!" I happily pushed the cake towards him.

Gang Ji was overwhelmed by my rare enthusiasm, and he couldn't do anything with the cake in front of him: "It really looks very good, but...do I want to eat this?"

He looked at the chopsticks in his hand.

Hiss, yes, I forgot to prepare the tableware!

I patted my head annoyed, I puffed up my face unconsciously, turned around and went back to my seat to search, and finally found the fork from my cutlery box that I used to tie fruits and sausages, and handed it to over him.

"I washed it very clean!" Worried that he would dislike it because I used it, I quickly explained.

Hearing this, Tsuna lowered her head instantly, her messy but soft brown hair fell down her cheeks, but couldn't cover her red ears.

"Huh? Huh!" He tried to stay calm, looked up as if he was about to eat, "Then I'll start."

I sat next to him, resting my chin on my hands, staring at him with piercing eyes, looking forward to his next evaluation.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but Tsuna seems a little nervous.

Strange, doesn't my cake look delicious?

Under my suspicious and expectant gaze, Tsuna took the first bite.

Before he could swallow it down, I couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Is it not bad?"

This is my favorite flow cake, anyone who likes egg yolk will not refuse it!

Gang Ji coughed and was almost choked by my unexpected question. Seeing this, I quickly helped him pat his back. After he recovered his breath, he raised his head and smiled at me: "Well, indeed It's delicious. Yangcai's craftsmanship is very good."

At this moment, his open eyebrows and eyes became soft for no reason, and the smiling eyes also showed warmth.

Who doesn't love a compliment?

I happily leaned forward and reached for the fork in his hand: "Give me a bite too, the stuffing inside is really super delicious!"

Unexpectedly, Gang Ji, who almost never refuses people, paused slightly, avoiding my reaching out hand.

He blushed slightly, with an expression of embarrassment or shame, and hesitantly reminded me: "That... I've already used the fork."

Oh yes.

I suddenly remembered this, so I had no choice but to withdraw my hand in depression.

And Gang Ji just faced my resentful eyes, blushed his ears, and spent the whole lunch break, eating all the cakes one bite after another.

I really didn't leave a single bite!