27 27 How to spend Christmas (2/2)
Thousands of years old stared at this one for some reason around him who waved at him and insisted he couldn't.
”What the fuck?”
”He said he couldn't make it, but he looked so healthy.”
”You don't care. Nothing.”
”Fair enough. No, there must be circumstances around.”
”Well, you wanted to know.”
”I'll tell you later.”
”I won't tell.”
If you stare at Jiro and promise not to do it on your own, the tree is laughing out loud because it was deliberate.
It's not a good thing about him that he doesn't eat down on persistence, but it's also something he can't follow as he recalls from time to time.
”Totally.... well, I guess rice should be on the go or something. I have to book a cake.”
Set aside the prying into the circumference and give realistic suggestions from the circumference as well.
Naturally, I can't prepare the cake in front of me, and I can't prepare a meal. Then it would be the flow to prepare the right things.
”Oh, then I have pizza -! I'll book the cake at the usual store, I was still open to it!
”Isn't that chicken?”
”You prefer pizza.”
”Well. No, I know.”
”Eh heh.”
It is made into a pizza on its own, but as a circumference, I didn't hate pizza and thought it would be okay to have a party look.
At this rate, the rice would be decided on the delivery pizza of the shop, often requested by Zhou and the trees.
When I hear of pizza, I remember midday.
was eating like a mummy little animal at midday. I guess I thought it was oddly adorable because I used to see you eating elegantly.
I remember you fed the cake the other day at midday, too, and I think nature and cheeks are getting feverish.
I can't do that anymore.
You won't be able to feed each other any more embarrassing. A couple as old as a tree and a thousand years old, and they won't even have a chance to visit.
”... Zhou, what's wrong?
”Oh, I don't like anything. Then I'll ask you to book the cake.”
Zhou hastily kicks that thing out of his head and looks normal because a thousand years old worried about Zhou, who remembered for a moment, peeks at me.
”Yes! Let's book a pizza too!
Listening to the tense, thousand-year-old voice, Zhou decided to ask about his Christmas plans at midday when he got home.