75 75 Lunch with angels (1/2)
”Zhou ~, we'll have dinner together today!
In the millennia that had accompanied him at midday with a glittering grin, Zhou made his cheeks snap by recalling the other day's midday statement, 'I have an idea'.
Sure, if it's in the name of a thousand years eating with a tree, it deludes me that I've simply made friends, even with midday. Even if you're somewhat jealous around, you won't be suspicious.
At midday, when I was drawn to a thousand years old, I was smiling and laughing, behaving like the usual angel.
However, Zhou wanted to hold his head because it also looked like he only did it with his heart.
”Uh, shouldn't I take my seat off?
”That's not true. We're here to join you.”
I feel a hint of willingness not to let them escape.
Thousands of years are rooted out and I don't feel more like a thousand-year-old proposition. smile, no matter where she sharpened her eyes to the millennial age when she was nizzling, she was a breeze blowing.
Whether the trees are also rooted, or are you happy to dine with a thousand years old, the end of the day when you smile all the time and say, ”That's okay, together.”
As for Zhou, although I said it was a good idea the other day, I still get barometric pressure from the enviable gaze around me.
”That, Mr. White River and Mr. Vertebra eat together?
Zhou's stomach subtly remembered the pain as he gave a sneak peek into his face to the side of the gate where he was supposedly going to eat with him today.
”Yes, I intend to join you”
”Well, it's going to be busy.”
The side of the gate is slightly laughing, but I feel like it's not going to be a busy place anymore.
There is no opposite reaction by the gate, and I am surprised that midday will come.
It was already packed.
”... give it up, Zhou, there's a siege net.”
Zhou exhaled one big, fatigued tree squeaking small enough not to be heard by the gate.
Mr. Vertebra, it's lunch.
Zhou and the trees are always eaten in the cafeteria, so the midday people who eat in the classroom everyday were also shaped to go with it.
When they each get to their seats with the lunches ordered by the men, the side of the gate notices the presence of lunches spread out by midday.
By the way, midday sits directly in front of the circumference. There was no escape gap because a thousand years old urged it there.
”Yes, I often pack the leftovers for dinner.”
I guess I've packed that up today because I occasionally split the rest of dinner for lunch while leaving it for breakfast separately for Zhou. In other words, it was packed with Teriyaki, which came out for dinner yesterday.
”Oh, could it be handmade?
”Yeah. Even so, I can't make a big deal out of it.”
”Mahiro, you're not a good liar. You're a great cook.”
”Why don't you disciple Chi to Mr. Vertebra?”
”How awful”
”Chi can only be taught to season the dishes. I can cook it myself... but it makes the flavoring odd.”
Thousands of years old are never able to cook, but when pranks get sick, they deviate from normal in search of new flavors. I wish I didn't even have that vice, and the tree is often blurry.