118 118 Lunch with angels (1/2)
”Zhou-kun, what do you want to do for dinner?
At the end of the morning class, I stopped by midday to take a seat with a bag containing lunch for two.
I am going to eat lunch with my usual face, but I am subtly hesitant because maybe it will annoy me.
By the way, I've been talking lately about eating with Kue and Shu, but they were praised for having lunch together because they were ”single and didn't want to eat any more stray bullets.” It is sad that it could not be denied because it has been softened during the break.
”Mmm. If you want the trees, I'll eat with you.”
”Rather, you think we refuse.”
A tree with a purse and a thousand years old, the side of the gate was also close to Zhou Dai to spill a bitter laugh.
”Don't talk to me like that. You always do.”
”Trees...”
”If you guys weren't here in the first place, I'd feel better if we were there because of all the damage.”
”... complicated mood”
Considering the breadth of ourselves today, we can see what the trees are saying, but it was still complicated that the position was beginning to reverse.
I'm not going to do anything like morning or rest time to the boulders anymore, but it's also true that either Zhou or Midday can be inadvertent and soothing. There should also be tree concerns.
”Whatever it is, we always do.”
”As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather you stay with me. I'm in the mood for more.”
”I think I'll have trouble around, but on the boulder. If I can get rid of that friendship... hey”
”To the side of the gate...”
”I'm watching it. It makes my cheeks hot. You look happy, but most of all.”
”Well, be careful because there are people who can be guessed to weigh in a bit,” he adds to the perimeter who can no longer say anything to a pure blessing smile.
You can see that by looking at the reaction of Kue or Shu, so Zhou makes him nod seriously.
”... so it's fine in the dining room, right? I'm not a lunch box, I'm a diner.”
”Ooh.”
”Let's go, then. I wonder what the day was today.”
”I think it was fried.”
”Oh, no. The fried food in our school is thin and good.”
Zhou followed him as he laughed and thanked the tree inside as he walked out of his wallet.
”... Yes Zhou-kun, lunch please”
I take a seat for five in the dining room and the dining room group buys their own rice, and at midday I take my lunch out of the bag and give it to the perimeter.
Zhou's share is bigger than the lunchbox taken out later at midday, a size that can satisfy the appetite of boys' high school students who eat considerably more than girls, even though they don't eat a comparable amount.
”Thank you.”
”Mahiro's lunch box is fine.”
”I'm not giving it to you.”
”Kechi.”
Pooh, and at the age of a thousand who tried to inflate her cheeks adorably, Midday was offering to ”swap a little for mine,” and soon the cheek balloon shriveled.
It was a childish trick but a perfect expression for a thousand year old unyielding smile and stand-up behavior, and the tree I was looking at seemed to smile.
Zhou also looks at the interaction between the two women, while lifting the lid of her lunch box.
Inside, it is packed with stewed tomatoes of the rest of yesterday's chicken, sautéed spinach and corn butter soy sauce, a winner that mimics the face and shape of octopus exactly on boiled broccoli and mini tomatoes, and then dashi rolled eggs, which are circumferential favorites.
Slightly more main dishes are likely to take into account the appetite around them.