The boring and neurotic work is over.

Mari Uchida raised his head and glanced at the little sun above his head. The sky was a little gloomy. Although it wasn't raining, the sky was a little dim, and there was a faint feeling that a storm was about to come.

The girl touched her belly, and the scene of her lunch being knocked over before the broadcast was still fresh in her mind.

She turned to look at the boy behind her who was still buying a drink from the vending machine.

"I'm willing to admit defeat, Senior Qianhara, do you want to eat ramen?"

"Miss Uchida, are you treating me to a treat?"

"It's not impossible."

She sighed lightly, but seeing that the popularity of this broadcast was indeed as explosive as he said, she frowned and admitted.

Qianyuan nodded vigorously, since someone was treating him, he decisively chose to eat it.

The ramen shop that Mari Uchida took us to is not far away.

The style of the Japanese ramen shop in the classic TV series, with a greasy wooden tabletop, looking across the table, the hot pork bone soup is in an iron bucket, being scooped out by the spoonful and covered in the ramen.

The surrounding walls are covered with various posters of Showa beauties, and an old TV set from somewhere is hung on the wall.

"Oh, is this Shizuka Kudo?" Qianyuan carefully touched the poster on it.

"I think it's best not to touch things in other people's stores. It's not very good." Mari Uchida shook his head helplessly.

"No way, this is the prototype of Mao Lilan. Such a classic poster is rare to see in a century."

Qianyuan consciously pulled out a chair and sat down.

Mari Uchida also sat down next to him.

The chairs are okay. The chairs in this store have most likely been wiped by other customers with their pants many times. A light wipe is enough. But the tables are really troublesome.

"Ms. Uchida, just help me order whatever you want to eat. I've never been here before..."

The mysophobic patient took out the paper towel on the table, lowered his head and wiped it hard on the table.

"Okay."

Mari Uchida shook her head and ordered one for herself according to the old rules.

The store manager is a middle-aged man with dark skin and wrinkles. He wears a classic Japanese bib and kitchen gloves. His movements are capable and concise, and he looks like a chef.

The thick pork bone soup base is poured with black garlic oil, sprinkled with sesame seeds, garnished with chopped green onion, and added with barbecued pork and seaweed as toppings. It is fragrant, simple, and very beautiful.

When it was served, Qianyuan suddenly started looking for differences between the two bowls of noodles.

"Why is there so much meat on your plate, but I only have two eggs here?"

"Didn't you say that I would order the same thing for you?" Mari Uchida took a small mouthful of noodles and said vaguely.

"Both are tonkotsu ramen, but mine has barbecued pork and yours has pickled eggs."

Qianyuan said silently: "...a bit cunning."

My sister was right when she said it last year. I really couldn't beat her. Now I'm drooling just looking at the game next to me, not to mention the feeling of being treated differently, which is even more uncomfortable.

Mari Uchida smiled and said: "Senior, who knocked over my bento? I kindly gave it to you to taste, but in the end, you still found it disgusting and disgusting."

Qianyuan raised his eyebrows, tapped the table a few times, and said slowly: "I'd like to state that I only said "it tastes bad", I didn't say "it tastes bad", I didn't say it out loud, but now you admit it to yourself."

"Okay, even though I don't want to admit it, now even Yuma says that my cooking skills are indeed not as good as yours." Mari Uchida said in a deep voice.

There was no other way. Who put Mr. Chihara in charge of feeding several young children in the office? How could Miss Uchida win?

Qianyuan gently rolled the noodles with chopsticks.

"By the way, why don't Ms. Uchida go to the show team's izakaya event?"

"You didn't go too?" she asked.

"I am under twenty, so according to the law I cannot drink alcohol for the time being."

"I'm over twenty, but I can't drink much."

"Then you can refuse the toast..."

"Are you going to try it?" The girl rolled her eyes.

Qianyuan was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and sighed: "...That really doesn't work."

The Japanese also have a very evil drinking table culture.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the profile of the girl next to him. The originally light dark circles under his eyes became more and more obvious.

Sure enough, life is not easy for everyone.

Mari Uchida glanced at the young man who still couldn't finish his mouth, shook his head helplessly, picked up his plate, put it on the dining table, and asked for a few more slices of meat.

When she came back, Qianyuan clasped his hands and said, "Thank you very much. I thought Miss Uchida was just acting at that time, but it turns out that the kindness in her heart is still the same."

The girl joked: "I only heard Yuuma talk about your glib tone, but I didn't expect to see it this time."

"I can't help it, I just have to make ends meet." Qianyuan said confidently.

"Yeah, they're all just messing around." Mari Uchida took a bite of the barbecued pork with extreme restraint.

It seems that she is saving food.

Seeing this, Qianyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and took an egg from his bowl with great difficulty.

"That's almost fair."

Qianyuan looked at the two bowls of noodles that were barely symmetrical in front of him with satisfaction.

He also specially reminded: "I haven't had time to touch the chopsticks to my mouth, so don't worry."

Mari Uchida looked at the extra pickled egg in front of her, glanced to the side suspiciously, and twitched her beautiful eyebrows.

"If you want to increase your favorability, you should put the barbecued pork in my bowl and whisper, "This is yours."

After all, she was the one paying the bill.

Qianyuan paused and sighed softly.

"I have heard similar things from my sister who likes to watch idol dramas at home so many times that I have become immune to it."

In fact, there is still half a sentence left unsaid.

"Why are little girls your age so obsessed with love?"

Uchida Mari thought for a while and suddenly said: "Brothers and sisters are troublesome, aren't they?"

"Absolutely, it's really troublesome..."

Qianyuan was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and added: "But I think a younger brother who will grow up should be better than a younger sister who will not grow up."

Mari Uchida shook his head: "Unfortunately for Yuuma, I haven't found any signs of growth in him until now."

She had a slight objection to someone's opinion, but considering that the two of them were nannies who had the same problem after all, they couldn't be said to be heretical or not. It might just be that the person she was getting along with was too troublesome and she had unrealistic fantasies.

Would it be better to replace the younger sister with a younger brother?

Qian Yuan took a small bite, and the barbecued pork grease filled his mouth, and the aroma was fragrant. He then filled a spoon with the soup and took a careful sip.

Very delicious and filling.

"The store Ms. Uchida chose is very good. The prices on the wall are also cheap. Do you come here often?"

"Well, I sometimes come here to eat during my breaks from recording animations or game recordings."

No wonder this girl is not good at cooking and can't compare with herself.

Mari Uchida swallowed a mouthful of ramen and said, "Thank you, senior, for bringing Yuma into the circle of friends. Please take care of me."

Qianyuan drank Coke.

"First of all, let me explain that it has nothing to do with me. He put it together on his own." He took out another can of black tea from his pocket and pushed it, "The takeaway has a harmonious personality, so it is quite pleasant for everyone to join in."

The girl next to her stopped moving, her eyes flickered slightly, and the chopsticks in her hand also stopped.

"It seems that some sisters are still worried about their younger brothers who have not grown up." Qianyuan showed a narrow smile.

"Actually, I don't think Chihara-senpai has the right to say that others haven't grown up." Mari Uchida snorted, "Obviously I'm still wearing Pikachu underneath, and Yuma told me last time when I went home that you were wearing Pikachu on your head during a dinner party.

Don’t worry about issuing cards.”

really.

Can't refute.

Pikachu is true love, and the radio program must show it to declare his love to all Japan.

But I really forgot to issue the card.

"Like it? I can give it to you as well." Qianyuan took out the gadget she just mentioned from her pocket.

But suddenly I grabbed a lot, and I gently picked out three with the index finger of my other hand and put them on the table, and threw the others back into my pocket.

Uchida Mari held her breath and looked down.

One magenta triangle decorative clip and two simple black one-line clips.
To be continued...