7 Chihara: "Today's supper"

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The news was posted on Twitter, and the photo was a plate of Chinese food that had just been cooked.

By the way, the account of the manager also forwarded it.

Then wipe the oil stains on your palms, and Chihara neatly placed the food on the table.

Today’s dinner includes Mapo tofu, braised pork, stir-fried green vegetables, and a portion of seaweed egg soup. It does not use the Japanese special way to divide the meal, but rather a few plates for a very Chinese family to eat together.

"Oh Huo, Yuan Bao, are you finally not acting?" Zhu Da Caimiao typified the forward button with interest, and then bit her chopsticks quite cutely.

She looked at the latest updates of the account of the person in charge, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling.

"People! You have to learn to accept reality." The young man said quietly, "Although the main reason now is that escaping is useless..."

Instead of introducing the textbooks in the future, the article "The great writer Mr. Chihara once pretended to be a female voice to beg for money online and tried to deny the conclusive evidence", it is better to admit the first half so as to save the waste of printing ink in the second half and increase the memory burden for students.

After looking around, he glanced at Nian Shang's sister's belly with suspicious eyes, and he was somewhat suspicious of whether this amount was enough for her tonight. It was not until the girl took a look impatiently that she smiled embarrassedly and withdrew her gaze.

Finally, the boy clapped his hands.

"Okay, let's have a meal."

"Then I'll start!"

After Zhuda Caimao clasped her hands together, she naturally raised the bowl and started picking up the food.

Of course, Qianyuan would not learn to shout like this. He always felt that the two of them were still like this when they were having dinner, and they were a bit idiot.

He picked up the bowl and sighed, sighing that this kind of small manner in Japan is really troublesome.

However, Zhu Da Cai Miao was obviously stunned when she lifted her chopsticks.

She suddenly remembered something.

When eating, you should let your mobile phone eat first, especially for the social livestock fans who have worked for a day to share their joy.

So Zhuda Caimiao consciously picked up her phone from the table and took three consecutive shots from all angles to today's dinner.

Oh, by the way, there seems to be...

"Original treasure, come on, eggplant~"

"Nervous!" the boy shook his head.

The girl's phone made a snap of shooting, and she shone the boy in a yellow sweatshirt inside.

After that, Zhuda Caimiao nodded with satisfaction and put down her phone. With the speechless eyes of the elder brother opposite, she took the lead in removing the chopsticks and picked up the meat piece soaked with sauce from the old man's nose.

After blowing gently, he stuffed the whole piece into his mouth, and his pretty face was filled with the pleasure of a middle-aged man.

For a petite woman who is about 150 in height, it is a generous way to eat it.

The posture is not limited to the details, let alone the eating appearance.

After the New Year, my sister chewed the food in her mouth with confidence and boldness, and her cheeks naturally bulged, like a cute hamster who was eating for the winter.

A pair of eyes as dark as night suddenly lit up, and the stars shone brightly.

But because my mouth was filled with food and I could not say the complete words, I had to keep making "um" sounds.

Judging from her expression, there was joy between her eyebrows, and she was obviously very satisfied. This shows that Mr. Qianhara was still extremely skilled even though he had not practiced *** for so long.

Suddenly, I saw her face turning red and her forehead was covered with sweat.

The boy consciously pushed the soup over.

“Eat slowly.”

"Um...um...um..."

Zhu Da Cai Meow opened her five fingers and gently covered her small bowl to drink soup, at least not letting her embarrass her entire process be completely exposed, which can be regarded as a respect for her identity as a former idol voice actor.

Until he purred the meat in his mouth and swallowed it completely, the girl changed to a sweet voice and shouted, "I'll have it tomorrow!"

There were actually tears that flashed with crystal light just now because of choking.

Disgraceful!

Mr. Chihara rolled his eyes and ate his own bowl of rice.

"Original treasure--"

"Hmm?" Qianhara leisurely stroked the screen of his mobile phone, forwarded a watery photo before he was willing to raise his head.

At this time, Zhuda Cai Meow looked at him like an abandoned Wang Jiang, who was so pitiful.

Then without her speaking, my brother was very conscious of reading the words he could see from the cap of the iced black tea bottle every time.

This is also a saying this sister often says.

"One more?" he asked with his head tilted.

The younger sister nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then, it was the scene he least wanted to see...

Six minutes later.

The Ninth Festival sister, who was filled with happiness, raised her bowl again and shouted happily again:

"One more!"

Even though he was as calm as Qianyuan, when he heard "Another one" for the second time, he still couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"What are you looking at?" Cai Miao was puzzled by his complicated eyes.

"It depends on how much pounds you are planning to gain this month."

Facing Qianyuan's incredible eyes, Takeda Caimao seemed to have discovered that his behavior was inappropriate and used a cough to hide his embarrassment: "I was practicing dancing this afternoon, which consumed a lot of physical fitness, so I ate a little more than usual."

"Wait, I'll ask Miss Uchida if she's tired. I'll have to reward her next time I go to the set..." The boy lowered his head and tapped on the screen of his phone.

"Oh, what's wrong with you? Harassing others during mealtime?" Nian Shang's sister smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, "People have more trouble and trust. Do you mean that I think I will lie to you?"

"No?" Qianyuan raised his head and asked, his eyes curled up, as if he wanted to imprint someone's expression of speaking at this moment into his mind.

"Well...I admit it's OK..."

Zhuda Caimao turned her head and dared not look at each other.

"Look, the lie that Duojiang has made to me is the culprit of this crisis of trust." Chihara hugged her hands, "What's more, don't you think you've eaten too much?"

"I think... it should be considered a normal appetite, right?" Zhu Da said weakly.

Qianhara just threw her eyes over and rolled her eyes.

Anyway, Mizukura classmate definitely doesn’t have her appetite.

After dinner, my brother was washing dishes in the kitchen, while my sister sat in front of the sofa and touched her belly and enjoyed the snacks that Mr. Chihara had returned from the office.

Because the request to eat another bowl was rejected.

My younger sister really seems to have no life skills except knowing how to eat.

"If you continue to be so lazy, you will really become a pig!" Qianyuan reminded.

"Then let's talk about it when it becomes a pig." Zhuda Caimeo yawned listlessly.

She collapsed lazily on the sofa, as if she still had a feeling of not waking up. Once her body relaxed, she wanted to yawn subconsciously.

"Also," the boy patted the girl's head, "I'll sit there a little while."

Cai Miao shrank her body and put her pretty calves back on the ground.

But as soon as I landed on the ground, I stepped on the cold wooden floor and quickly returned.

Looking at the pitiful sister who looked at her young sister, Qianhara could only shake her head helplessly and said, "Then let's put it on the sofa!"

It is still possible to make up some space for Mr. Chihara to sit on a sofa that is not very big.

"Yuan Bao, what are you writing?" The girl looked at the high-quality young man next to her with great writing.

"The extracurricular homework assigned by a well-known Japanese writer." He hummed proudly, "This is my first step in establishing my status and connections in the literary world. After working harder, I will have a few more moves up and then arrive at the scene of the adaptation of light novels. I can call each other teachers with the authors."

"When the greetings are just a word, "Teacher, do you turn on the voice changer?" she couldn't help but tease.

What a sarcastic mockery, but it hit Mr. Chihara's fatal injury and could not be refuted.

The boy's tone was cold and was about to change the topic, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. I just asked Miss Uchida. Today, there is only singing, where does dancing come from? You are a Feizhu who eats more than me!"

"That's when I jumped yesterday. I ping here is relatively high, delayed, forgive me." Zhuda Caimao smiled very flatteringly, clasped her hands together, and her voice pretended to be very sweet.

Looking at her appearance, Mr. Chihara was completely angry and could only breathe: "You are so useless as my youth."

"What does it mean to show off! Miss Cai Miao is to see through it!" She shook her head and retorted, "Now what you see is the most original and realistic me, okay, how many people outside want to see it but can't see it."

After saying that, she deliberately raised her legs and swayed her feet from side to side, looking extremely indecent.

"It's true, it's really exhausting to act." Qian Yuan habitually put the pen on the cover.

He also has a lot of experience in playing the role of character that others want to see.
To be continued...