My Tokusho Life Simulation

The adoptive parents had always been lazy people who got by, and if he didn't make breakfast, they would definitely make do with bread and sausage.

But one thing is also very strange. Although they always muddle through and have a rather lazy attitude, when Luther didn't have this habit, they would have a steaming breakfast every morning when they woke up.

They obviously can do their part well, and it doesn't take much effort, but they just don't do it, and they can only use the word 'weird' to describe it appropriately.

At that time, Luther had vaguely felt how much he was favored by this family.

"I don't know if my parents are eating properly now."

Luther was thinking about home, but the movements of his hands didn't stop for a while.

Far Eastern breakfasts are fairly simple to prepare.

Cut the long toast into slices with a bread knife, heat it in a toaster, and bake it until golden, the skin is crispy, but the inside is still quite soft.

Rinse the pan slightly, remove the dust that may have been left overnight, put it on the stove, turn the knob, let the flame dry the bottom of the pan, spray a light layer of oil, and put the prepared bacon on it.

The bacon has long been absorbed with kitchen paper to absorb the thawed water, so that it will not splash the oil when it is put into the pan. After frying the fragrant oil, add a few eggs and fry it into a poached egg.

According to the usual practice, reheating hot milk as a drink is a fairly simple breakfast.

But Luther didn't think so.

In fact, before carrying out these steps, he had already taken out the secret weapon he had prepared when he went shopping in the supermarket.

A casserole.

He has already opened the pot.

Wash the rice, and then pour the rice and water into the casserole, put two peeled preserved eggs into the rice-water mixture, and then crush them directly with your hands.

This will make it more flavorful.

Two don't seem to be enough, so put two more. This time, don't crush it so much, but try to make it as big as possible, so that it tastes grainy.

Turn on the fire and cook the porridge.

Taking advantage of this time, take out the tenderloin from the refrigerator, cut it into thin shreds, put salt and ginger, stir and marinate evenly.

While waiting for the porridge to be cooked, Luther started preparing the cold breakfasts.

Finally, when the porridge is about to come out of the pot, sprinkle some raw powder on the marinated pork, stir well, and put it in a casserole to cook.

Sprinkle some salt in moderation and call it a day.

The aroma of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge hits the face, and there is a layer of beautiful boiled rice oil on it.

Luther tasted a spoonful symbolically.

"very good."

He nodded in satisfaction.

After that, it was time to wake up the family for dinner.

The first one to wake up was Kamu Tomohisa. Years of home cooking habits also cultivated the earliest biological clock of the whole family.

Uncle yawned and walked to the dining room. Just as he was about to start preparing breakfast, he saw Luther who was already busy.

It's been like this several times.

"With Xiaolu here, it seems that uncle will be able to sleep longer in the morning."

Kamu Zhiku is a little bit dumbfounded, his nephew is really too sensible and understanding, and sometimes causes 'trouble'.

It seems that it must take time to get used to it.

Seeing a table of steaming breakfast warmed my heart even more, and I always felt like I had another son.

"Ah... I'm a little envious of my sister and the others."

Hearing this, Luther smiled.

Looks like a good young man.

"Uncle, tell aunt and Xiaoyuan to get up, it will be cold in a while."

"Almost forgot!"

Breakfast time is traditionally uneventful.

People who have slept all night have no experience today, at most it is a strange dream that can be said.

Congee is naturally very popular.

Compared with a pressure cooker or an ordinary pot, the casserole tastes the best.

Kamuda on the child seat also ate the porridge first with a spoon in a rare way.

Luther sat aside with a smile, taking care of his three-year-old brother.

He only likes to tease other people's children, and he has always held his own in his hands for fear of melting.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Tatsu, who still had rice grains on his mouth, smiled innocently.

Within a few days, he became very proficient in calling his brother.

"Brother is here, don't move around."

Luther smiled and gently wiped his brother's mouth with a napkin.

I'm afraid that no one will be able to connect him with that warrior who likes to smash the heads of his enemies with his bare hands.

Those smashed Gurangji, I dare not even think about it.

Madoka Kame, who was sipping porridge with a spoon, secretly looked at Luther.

For some reason, she always felt that Luther was weird this morning, a little different from last night.

But she couldn't tell exactly where the blame was.

Getting along these days, Luther gave him the feeling that there was a sense of perfection all over his body.

She is well-educated, able to take care of others, has a strong body, and cooks well. She will also listen to her talk about her thoughts, and even said that she will lead her to change.

He is her ideal brother.

Although there is no blood relationship, it seems that they really have a connected blood.

But that's why it's so strange.

Are people really so perfect?

Luther's back is very firm, and his muscles are quite strong. She will have no problem sitting on his shoulders.

But why, Brother Xiaolu looks so strange...

Looking so... Tired?

"What? Madoka?"

Luther turned around with a smile and asked, the bright red eyes under the plain glasses seemed to be an endless vortex.

Just look at it and you'll be swallowed up.

Kamu Madoka put down the spoon in his hand, and for some reason blurted out:

"Brother Xiaolu...are you tired?"

"tired?"

Hearing this, Luther was a little stunned.

"I was really tired when I first came here, but I'm fine now."

He smiled back.

It's like getting used to being tired and not feeling it, or ignoring it.

"Um..."

Kazuya nodded slightly.

Maybe... the feeling just now was just her illusion, right?

Thinking of this, Kamu Madoka suddenly glanced over the fourth set of tableware on the table, and could no longer avoid it.

She knew where the strange place was.

It's this morning.

Brother Xiaolu usually has his own recipes, and he will eat something alone instead of eating the same meals as them.

Things like poached chicken breast, broccoli, and unseasoned oatmeal.

This is also the reason why she thinks Luther is perfect.

He has self-control that many people don't have.

According to my parents, Brother Xiaolu has been living this kind of life for many years, and he has formed a habit.

It seemed like he hadn't had a formal meal in a long time.

But this morning, he ate an ordinary breakfast.

Although this little change can't say anything, it is precisely this that makes Luther look less perfect.

——It is not perfect, it is like a person.

"By the way, Madoka, do you still remember what we agreed on before?"

Luther's voice came suddenly, interrupting Kamu Madoka's wild thoughts.

"What agreement what agreement?"

Aunt Kamu Xunzi pricked up her ears.

"Ah...remember, remember!"

Only then did Madoka Kame remember, it seems that the night before, she watched Mami-senpai being attacked by a bad guy, but she was too scared to move because the opponent might be a human being, which caused her to be seriously injured .

At that time, she told Luther something in her heart and expressed her desire to change herself.

"Hey, Xiaoyuan, what agreement do you have with your brother? Tell your mother about it."

Lumu Xunzi covered his mouth and leaned forward, smirking inappropriately for his age.

"Mom! What are you thinking! I want to do morning exercises with Brother Xiaolu. I'm not very good at sports, and that's the same thing with studies. It's too ordinary to continue like this!"

Lumuyuan's cheeks were flushed, and although his tone was not flinching, his voice was still a little low.

"It's following the exercise...cut."

Kamu Xunzi sighed regretfully.

The way this mother and daughter get along is really like friends.

"After a while, Madoka, you change into your tracksuit and a pair of old sneakers that fit well, and we'll set off."

"For the first time, find a place suitable for running, and take your time."

Luther said with a smile.

"Ah."

Kazuya nodded.

"Before then, tie a single ponytail first, so that it will be convenient for exercise."

Luther displayed amazing patience at home, and a rather gentle tone at all times.

Kamu Madoka couldn't even guess it. Not long ago, Luther said "I don't want to hear your fart" in a rude tone, and cut off the head of the Holy Lord of Truth who wanted to say his last words with a sword.

"There is a place suitable for exercising and running. Go in that direction when you go out. There is a river. There are many people who specialize in running by the river."

Kamu Zhiku pushed his glasses.

It was finally time to show off the knowledge of the locals and the prestige of my uncle.

But how to sleep late in the future?

Not long after, the two who had changed their clothes set off.

The two walked slowly, their heights were quite different, the young man with black hair and red eyes was tall and straight, he didn't look any similar to the petite girl with pink hair and pink eyes.

They are, however, unrelated cousins.