7 07 The Angel is an OKang theory (1/2)

”Give this back. It was good.”

The next night, Zhou was visiting the midday house with the tuppers he had rented.

Zhou certainly doesn't like chores, but he can't wash enough. It would be polite to wash it thoroughly and return it after drying it, and I carry exactly what I washed.

I also struggled to wash it, though I can't tell you at midday.

He expected it to be Zhou at the time he was chimed, and at midday he came out on the table without asking anyone.

In a knitted piece of Bordeaux, she admits to her circumference and narrows her eyes loosely.

Zhou accidentally slightly frowned because she checked the tapper properly and was told to praise the child, ”You washed it properly, it's hard,” she said.

”Thank you for taking the time. Then go ahead.”

Midday retrieved the tapper, that's good, but now another tapper can be placed in the circumferential hand.

It's still slightly warm.

The contents were probably fried pork and eggplant. The lid didn't seem so cloudy as to cool down, and I can see the color of the eggplant and the pork and shaken sesame seeds through the fire.

From the color, the sauce stir-fried probably tastes miso. Slightly scorched eggplant and lightened pork appealed.

I think it looks delicious.

I think, but I don't see why they gave it to me again.

”... no, um, I gave you back the tupper”

”It's dinner tonight.”

”Yeah, I know.”

”I'll ask you once, aren't you allergic? I don't accept likes or dislikes.”

”No, but what? No, I'll take it again.”

How about having dinner served two nights in a row?

I appreciate the nutrition as a one-sided being, and more importantly, the culinary skill of midday is far above that of a woman of her age, and it will definitely taste good.

I'm sure the contents of this tupper are delicious.

It's just that if this was seen by people at the same school, it would be catastrophic. Of course, Zhou's peaceful student life, in the sense.

Although this apartment is suitable for living alone, the rent is higher in terms of amenities and location. I haven't seen students from the same school before midday, so I wouldn't have to worry about the sighting, but I'm still a little reluctant to get involved.

”I make too much when I'm alone, and I'd appreciate it if you got it”

”... if that's the case, I'll be damned. Normally, if I did this, I'd mistake them for favor.”

”Do you?

”No, there isn't.”

Are you stupid, if you can see it with a look that feels something like that, you can't possibly make that mistake.

In the first place, I couldn't imagine favoring a man like Zhou who had recently been in pain that a beautifully talented woman like Midday wouldn't be sloppy.

Sure, I get a recommendation from my pretty neighbor, what a love-come comic-like development, but we don't have any love-come elements for each other. Of course there's no love, and there's no shards of comedy in the conversation. At last, there is no rice in Zhou's house.

There is about as much warmth from the toge and pity of the angel's words.

”Then it won't be a problem.... because you're done with convenience store lunches and supermarket vegetables anyway.”

”How do you know?”

”Whatever you think, there was no indication that the kitchen was heavily used, because there were plenty of convenience stores and supermarket installments at your desk. I don't have to think about it in your condition anymore. And he looks unhealthy.”

I just saw it once up at the house. That's all I can spot. At midday, Zhou also made his cheeks snap, but I couldn't say anything because it was really hitting me accurately.

”... then I'm with this”