Story of Longevity

In the early morning, Sakura Village.

The morning sun had just risen, Rita, with her hair messed up and dressed in pajamas, yawned and went downstairs.

Please believe that she was not like this originally. When she was in the UK, at least because she came from a very good family and the lady education was also in place, she was a delicate lady since she was a child.

In addition to taking care of Zhen Bai, she has also acquired the attributes of omnipotent housework.

However, the situation has slowly changed since it had something to do with Sakura Village because of the real white matter.

When I was staying temporarily, because the salute did not carry everything, I followed Misaki Uikusaki, who is now Mrs. Misaki Mitaka, for a period of rough life. (Compared to a girl who was originally a British lady)

Later, for the first time to study in Neon so far away from home, housework and cooking became a rotating system. Because of the influence of a bastard, after slowly starting to take care of herself, Rita paid attention every day. Concentrated on the practice of oil painting.

The university courses are extremely easy for her. Apart from cultivating feelings with Zhenbai every day, all she has to do is to paint oil paintings, read comics, and play games.

The image of the urban beauty and the British lady who used to attend various social occasions in the art world has gradually disappeared, and the image of a lazy, black-bellied, and never-frilled housemaid slowly appeared in the Sakura Village. It fell to the extreme.

People who don't know thought it was a hidden "corrupt den".

No, because it’s not Rita’s cooking rotation today, she doesn’t have to get up early to make breakfast, so Rita just washed her face casually, brushed her teeth and went down for breakfast, even her hair was messy.

Obviously, the only male star carved under one roof is not regarded as an outsider who needs to observe etiquette.

"Breakfast should be ready, right?"

Thinking about this, as expected, when Rita arrived in the restaurant, she saw a round table with cutlery set up, and on one side of the round table, a chef on duty star carved in a blue apron sitting on a chair. A pot of tea was brewed in front of him, but he didn't know what he was doing with his head down.

"Good morning, someone, what did you eat this morning?"

Sitting in her place, Rita poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip.

"Good morning...for breakfast, No, in the rice cooker, the seafood porridge I cooked... bread is also available, and the toaster is in the kitchen."

Seeing Xingke lowered his head, didn't know what he was staring at, and didn't mean to get up to serve himself porridge, Rita didn't care. It's just that he is too fascinated by his mobile phone and has no time.

And England itself does not have the table manners of serving each other with respect and respect like a neon.

Bake a piece of bread for herself, Rita prepares to serve a bowl of porridge.

But when Rita turned on the rice cooker, when the rich and fresh scent came on her nose, Rita's faint sleepiness was instantly dispersed, and her eyes opened instantly.

The smell of shrimp, fish, and the sea made her taste buds overflowing with saliva.

I quickly served myself a bowl and tasted rice porridge.

Then his eyes brightened and he hurriedly blew another bite. After that, he bit into a shrimp with a superb taste.

"Delicious!-what is this!"

Rita almost exclaimed.

"What's that? Seafood porridge?"

Xing Ke couldn't help but raised his head in doubt.

"How is it possible! I haven't tried seafood porridge! How can it be so delicious!"

"Is it delicious? That's good."

Xing Ke nodded calmly again.

"What do you make of it, it tastes better than the restaurant!"

"...I made it with a rice cooker."

What else can I use? The casserole porridge Xing Ke is not confident that he has been watching the fire.

"Ahem, no, no, no, I mean what material you used to make it."

Rita felt that Star Carved was deliberately teasing herself.

"Oh... this way, I understand why you think it tastes good."

Xing Ke suddenly realized the material problem.

"Today's materials are quite fresh. I bought them as soon as they were caught from the sea."

"Huh? Are you kidding? There is no sea near here."

Seeing Rita's misunderstanding, Xingke quickly explained his experience:

"No, when I was buying fish today, I found it was too early and the supermarket and shopping street were not open, so I ran a little farther..."

"Oh……"

"...I went to the Tsukiji Fish Market."

"……real or fake?"

Rita felt that this **** was really teasing herself. The Tsukiji Fish Market is a place where it takes more than ten stops to take a tram, and it takes...

"I used magic to teleport over."

About three seconds back and forth?

"Oh...oh..."

That's right, magic can really do whatever you want. Rita was a little envious.

With Teleport, wouldn't it be possible to eat the freshest fish and shrimp every morning? Just think about it and be happy.

Thinking about this, Rita unknowingly finished another bowl of porridge, and then was ready to come.

"Uh, no, even so, you are buying fish and shrimp and cooking porridge. It took at least two hours to prepare breakfast, right?

How can you get up today? "

Rita remembers that he was back to the room at nine o'clock last night? Even if you just lie down and sleep, you can't keep up, right? He usually doesn't get up after ten hours of sleep~www.ltnovel.com~ And he usually cooks like that. Why is it so rich today? Could it be...

"Um, actually, let alone getting up, I didn't sleep at all last night."

A triumphant smile appeared at the corner of Xing Ke's mouth.

"..."

Seeing him like this, Rita had no signs of moving in an instant, so she had to lower her head to drink the porridge. She didn't care if the bread was baked. There was such a delicious porridge, what toast would she eat.

"Wasting food is a shameful behavior."

"But I can't eat it anymore."

Yes, before she knew it, Rita had already drank three bowls of seafood porridge, and her breakfast food intake had reached her limit.

"How about you help me eat it?"

"The bread you bake, you must eat it to death. This is the etiquette for the God of Food."

Star carved Erhu directly refused.

"Should a gentleman stand up for the lady at this time?"

"Only her boyfriend and her pet dog will solve the excess food for the lady.

Do you see me like that? "

"..."

Bastard, be lonely!

Rita cursed the Star Carving while going to the kitchen to take out the wheat-flavored slices of bread, and then sat down at the table extremely aggrieved, bit by bit.

The delicious breakfast that I have been used to is not delicious at all. Why is it? Doubt about life.

As Rita ate, she wondered if she could kill the instigator of this **** with her eyes.

But she found that during the cause, Xing Ke did not look at herself, but at the place where there should be nothing on the desktop. From time to time, his fingers waved in front of his eyes twice.

"You... are you using any magic?"