[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

Keigo Atobe didn't know how naive he was until he left the restaurant.

It turns out that the "rest" that Oraha Sakurana said was not a rest after eating, but a break when the cheeks were tired from chewing and preparing to eat later.

He didn't want to think about how much he ate with this girl: almost from the western food window, the two of them walked down without stopping, punching out the entire row of meals.

Although Keigo Atobe has always been calm under the gaze of others, it is an indescribable torment to walk in the eyes of waiters, chefs, and cleaners who are full of surprise and even incredible.

The uncle in charge of grilling oysters accused him: "You eat all the little girl's food, look at the little girl's skinny."

Zhiyu Yingna said: "I ate it, and I ate it all by myself."

"Look at you, you are still helping this handsome guy to talk, he looks much stronger than you! Eat as soon as you eat it," the uncle said with disbelief all over his face, "Take it well, boys have to give in to girls!"

The word "strong" that is not gorgeous at all actually appeared on him.Atobe Keigo couldn't help but glared at the culprit, and told himself to be calm: "Okay, I see."

The language is sometimes pale, so it is better to let the other party see it. He picked a table nearby, facing the chef's face, so that the other party could see his "abuse" all the way.

Zhiyu Sakurana did not disappoint him in the slightest: she ate five boxes of takoyaki, three plates of gunkan sushi, and two bowls of udon noodles at a constant speed in front of the seafood cooker, and she had a good appetite. It's staggering.

Atobe Keigo stopped the knife and fork, although he knew it was rude, but couldn't help watching her eat.

The uncle working in the back kitchen couldn't sit still seeing this situation. He ran out of the kitchen with a large plate of tamagoyaki, with tears in his eyes: "How long has it been since I've eaten, little girl, come here It's a little bit of my heart..."

Oroha Sakura thanked her, held Tamagoyaki to Atobe Keigo's eyes with both hands, and said with a devout expression, "You eat first."

"This is really..."

The uncle sighed again and looked at Jing Wu in the eyes with that kind of eyes that looked at scum, and left with a sigh.

It was the first time to be treated as a scumbag, but I was a little touched to be taken care of.But after thinking about it, Atobe Keigo thought it was not that simple: "Why did you let me eat first?"

Zhiyu Sakurana moved the plate in front of her: "I can't fit the plate here, let's put it on your side first."

Keigo Atobe almost bared his teeth: "Oh."

After he finished speaking, he covered his nose expressionlessly.

In addition to the steak and Chinese fried dumpling stuffed with soup, there is a whole plate of curry tuna pasta, one kilogram of charcoal-grilled oysters by weight, pan-fried lobster meat... and a piece of grilled tender lamb The legs, sprinkled with nutmeg fragrance, go straight out...

After eating it, Zhiyu Sakura casually ordered cheese again, but encountered that terrible blue cheese—the school has exchange students from different countries, probably to cater for their tastes, otherwise this kind of mold would never happen Horrible food.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with gorgeousness at all... When Keigo Atobe put down the plate, his hands were still trembling a little, and his consciousness was a little confused.

Blue cheese is a dairy product from France, a big gourmet country. Unlike those coquettish and cheap cheeses that rely on sweetness and aroma to win the favor of diners, this cheese does not follow the usual path. Not only does it smell worse than durian, but it tastes more spicy and spicy. endless.

He sorted out the words in his mind and planned to persuade Zhiyu Sakurana: Don't force yourself if you can't eat, and it doesn't matter to waste food occasionally, after all, life is more important than the quality of thrift.

"Don't..."

Oraha Sakura gently stroked the cake along the blue lines with her chopsticks, then put the chopsticks stained with blue mycelium into her mouth and sipped it, her face intoxicated: "The fragrance of mold."

God damn mold has a fragrance.

OK, throw in the towel.He also silently pushed another serving of cheese towards her: "Since you like it, this one...is fragrant, and I trouble you to enjoy it slowly."

Zhiyu Yingna slipped her hand, and the iron fork did not know whether it was intentional or accidentally, it flew out and stuck on the cheese, pierced into the soft hole with a stabbing sound, and flashed coldly: "Thank you."

"……You're welcome."

Keigo Atobe stopped disturbing her from eating, and drank the champagne in the goblet one after another, watching Sakura Sakura eating continuously, feeling a little sour on her cheeks.

He couldn't help persuading: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you. If you eat too fast, you will suffer from indigestion and gain weight easily."

Zhiyu Yingna didn't stop chopsticks, she shook her head while eating and said, "It won't taste good when it's cold, I'm different from you, I won't get fat after eating."

She compared her waistline, and the sullen Atobe Keigo smiled innocently: "It doesn't matter if you get fatter."

This girl's mouth is bad enough, but what she said is true. After eating so much, she must use high-intensity physical exertion in the afternoon to get rid of the excess calories. Otherwise, he might not be able to keep his abdominal muscles.

He was still holding the knife and fork in a daze, Zhiyu Yingnai had already cleaned up the plates on the table, took out a napkin and wiped his mouth: "It's over, let's go."

Keigo Atobe said, "Wait."

Zhiyu Sakurana asked: "Can't you eat?"

She pointed to the Yorkshire pudding in front of Keigo Atobe, saying it was pudding, but it was actually salty bread, which was served with roast beef as a side dish.

The chef of Ice Emperor is still making according to the traditional production method of Yorkshire, England. Compared with the new method of baking the dough directly on the baking tray wiped with roast beef juice, the old method of putting the dough in a tin can and then absorbing the gravy The production method has a strong taste, which is favored by Keigo Atobe.

Seeing Zhiyu Yingna's look of ease, a subtle sense of boy's self-esteem floated in his heart.

"I can't eat any more," Atobe Keigo looked at her, with unclear eyes: "I haven't touched a bite yet, do you want to eat?"

Zhiyu Sakurana pulled the chair away and sat down again: "Eat."