I'm a little hungry.

The male mother is already preparing to cook.

Middle-aged old man picks up bag of potato chips from work table.

Well, there are a few little bits and pieces left.

So he held the bag and poured it into his palm.

Turn the palm over and put it all into your mouth. It's all gone, except for a little powder.

"Yuan Bao, why do you think the manufacturer of Lay's is so stingy?"

"That's it for one bag, is it enough?"

Today, the worksheet on the desk is still blank. Hirata scrolls through the screen of his mobile phone and sits on the sofa with his legs crossed, bored.

"Nonsense, it's a good idea if the Japanese food factory can reach the portions listed above, otherwise how can they cheat money?" Mr. Qianyuan was filled with indignation. He kept moving his hands, pressing the anchovies shrimps he just bought from the supermarket and giving them to them.

Do an essential oil massage to open your back.

"It means you've finished eating again, right?"

The younger sister with twin ponytails bent her wrist to support her chin, holding the empty tin bag in her other hand and looked inside, then threw it into the trash can.

Two pretty eyes glared at the good-for-nothing middle-aged man across from him, and said bitterly: "Qianyuan and I are the ones who buy it every time. Can you please do it by yourself sometime?"

"Besides, running around in the winter is really tiring and cold." Zhuda Caimiao slapped the table and said angrily, "You eat the most. When we are not in the office, all the snacks are eaten by you.

Swallowed it all."

"I feel that people who ask Yuan Bao to go out to pick up bags and do housework every time are not worthy of calling me lazy," Hirata retorted.

Although I am indeed a lazy dog, the only person in front of me is not qualified to say so.

"I am a sister character, so of course I don't need to work in real life." The girl smiled.

"Aren't all sister characters soft-spoken and gentle and considerate?" Hirata frowned, "Which one did you catch..."

Having said this, Mr. Qianyuan couldn't help but interject: "Indeed, I usually feel the same way."

Even from far away in the kitchen, words can still be so hurtful.

"Is it a small group bullying in the workplace, or a group of men bullying beautiful girls together?" The girl's voice of dissatisfaction came from the sofa, "I'm going to fight, I have to attack."

"There is actually something wrong with this sentence." Hirata said solemnly.

"What's the problem?" The girl hesitated, but she didn't feel it herself.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair, and finally touched his chin before speaking.

"I'm very curious about who the male mother is? Will your punch be returned and eventually turn into a fight between the two demonic groups, which will become the fuse of the Third World War."

"Qianyuan..."

Zhuda Caimiao thought for a while and fell into silence.

This creature with higher feminine power than myself seems to mock reality wherever it goes.

The boy in the small kitchen smiled while listening to the discussion between the two people outside.

"If you can usually tidy up the room, it's better to tidy it up yourself. Don't ask me to tidy it up all the time. Look at yourself in the mirror. Your face looks round, right? This is the price of laziness."

"Is there any?" Zhuda Caimiao stood up suddenly.

He took out the cosmetic mirror in his bag, held it in his hand, and started looking at it from side to side.

In the end I had to sigh with emotion - "Perfect".

Even if her face has become a bit rounder, Miss Caimiao is still so cute!

"No matter how you look at it, it can't change the fact that 'Miss Caimiao, you are fat'. Why don't you help me start today?" Qianyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, I just ask Qianyuan-kun to adjust his tone and attitude when asking for help next time. Saying "getting fat" to a girl would kind of ruin the impression." Zhutatsu Aya clicked her tongue and lay down on the sofa.

My body finally started to move in the morning.

A pair of small slippers made a slapping sound, and before leaving, he gave a hard look at his own president who did nothing but eat, drink and have fun.

Jumping up and down, Miss Caimiao stood in front of her brother Nian Xia.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" she stretched and asked with her hands crossed.

"Help me cut the meat...forget it, I'm almost done." The boy's mother waved her hand, "There's just a little bit of water left to stir in. Would you mind trouble me?"

"What! I thought I could show you my feminine power, but it turned out to be just such a trivial matter?" The girl pursed her lips.

"If you really want to show off your girl power, why don't you do all the other steps of putting it in the pot and frying it?" Mr. Chihara asked rhetorically.

"No, your girl power is still higher. Even the cute Aimiao-chan can't compare to this." She put her hands in front of her chest and made an "X" to refuse.

It seems that this young girl still likes to be lazy.

Stop dawdling and talking nonsense, he directly handed the basin and chopsticks to the girl who was acting cute in front of him.

"But why did you prepare meat besides shrimp?" she asked curiously.

"Isn't it just because someone disliked the tempura fried shrimp last night and said he preferred pork chops?" Mr. Chihara said angrily, "It just so happened that Hirata also liked it, so I prepared more."

"Hey! Did you prepare it just for me?" the girl said in surprise.

"Has Chihara-kun finally awakened to puberty...ah, don't step on your feet!"

"Then don't use the same tone as the lady yesterday morning, or you will suffer the consequences." The young man snorted coldly.

She actually wants to imitate shady women to suppress Mr. Qianyuan. Is this little sister thinking too much?

If it were normal times, these hands would have been pressing someone's head and grabbing the long hair. Unfortunately, he was still cooking now, so he didn't do anything random.

Wiping his freshly washed hands with a cloth, Mr. Qianyuan glanced sideways at the weak Miss Caimiao next to him.

"Are you tired after mixing it for a while?"

"Kind of."

"Then let me come."

He sighed softly and took the plate from her hand. It was indeed suitable for someone to lie on the sofa and wait for someone to bring the meal to his mouth.

Finally, he dipped the anchovy shrimps in the water batter and put them one by one on the plate safely, and turned the oil pan to high heat to heat up.

Next, wait for the oil to boil before adding it to the pot.

"I don't need you for the rest of the steps, just go back and sit down."

But Zhutatsu Caimiao next to me suddenly said: "How about I fry the rest?"

Seeing her excitement, Qianyuan hesitated.

"It's okay. After all, it's very difficult to accidentally fry it, but I'm afraid you might accidentally splash it."

"No, no, no, after all, she is a beautiful girl with a first-class A grade in home economics class..." Her eyes flashed.

Dong dong dong——

It's a knocking sound.

The only one who could come to this point was Yui Mizukura, who came to make up classes and have a meal.

"Senior, is the meal ready?"

Looking towards the door, it was indeed the little girl carrying the document bag.

Mr. Qianyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he patted his younger sister on the shoulder and said, "You'd better sit with Mizukura-san. The kitchen is not suitable for you. No one wants to eat too unpleasant food at noon today."

"Have you already assumed in advance that the results of my cooking will be bad?" the girl said in a complicated tone.

"I can only say that I don't have the impression of you cooking at all, so I can't judge the actual level at all." Qianyuan shook his head slowly, "If it really tastes bad, I feel sorry for the junior Shuicang who came all the way here.

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It seems to make some sense, but it has definitely caused serious psychological trauma to Ms. Caimiao, who prides herself on being cute.

The girl lowered her lips and sighed, looking melancholy, as if she didn't know herself.

When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with water.

"Onii-chan~"

"I can give you a try when I get back, is that okay?" He shook his head helplessly.

"That's pretty much it!"

Zhuda Caimiao generously patted her little brother on the shoulder and immediately turned around and ran towards the sofa.

"Wei-chan, show me your home economics textbook, so that I can reminisce about my youth."

"Ah? Senior, my tutoring class is only within the scope of the written examination at most..."
Chapter completed!