245 245 Lunch with colleagues (scheduled) (1/2)

I usually take lunch with them at midday, but today I was supposed to have dinner with Kido and Chino at Kido's invitation.

Kido didn't say anything, but in short, it seems to create an opportunity to deepen rapport with Chino, who will be working in the same workplace.

Zhou, who was taken to the roof by Kido, sees Chino, who had already laid his leisure seat and was waiting. Did Chino know Zhou was coming? No particular upset.

”That's why Fujimiya is working with you!

Kido is smiling at people's good-looking smiles as he looks around him, sitting on his back renting a corner of his leisure seat.

”Oh... you got caught up in colorful incense”

”It's rude of you to get involved! I just led the right people to the right workplace -!

Kido, who looks puffy and dissatisfied, is only a little younger than usual and probably directed only at Chino, I felt a smile.

”No, Kido's helping me because I offered.”

”Really? But you were confused by Mr. Wenhua.”

”That's well...”

I didn't think it was the same type, so I got a little pressure, but it doesn't seem like a bad person, and I think the same type will probably grow up if we give it moderate fuel, so I hope we can talk about it to the extent that it doesn't do us any harm.

However, it is true that if you had told me beforehand, I would have made up my mind, so I made some offers to Kido there.

If you turn your gaze toward Kido, he's stretching his body tight as he opens his lunch wipes.

”Because I didn't know how to explain people like Aunt Wenhua. Because it's intense...”

”No, well, I've decided that I can work as a result, and that's fine. I'm not a bad person.”

”He's not a good guy, is he? It's just, you know, when you put it in your nostalgia, you spoil it and you get paranoid every day.”

”There is no alternative to being fed. If only it wasn't harmful.”

”... maybe not, yeah. Well, uh, maybe.”

I wasn't sure if I'd go in there, but it wasn't all his fault, so don't do it, and Zhou also unwraps a handmade lunch box at midday.

Shu Dou made dinner yesterday and it was pasta, so this lunch box is packed with midday and Shu Dou were never made by both of us.

I'm very sorry that they bothered to make so much of it in the morning, but I couldn't even stop them because they seemed to enjoy it.

By the way, my parents aren't around by the time Zhou and the others get home, so I left a goodbye greeting in the morning. We had a lot of light words for each other, probably because we had promised to go home again for winter or spring break anyway.

Midday seemed like a shame, but I smiled and dropped them off because I said I would see them again.

”Oh, that's the one made by Mr. Vertebra?

Kido, who had opened the lid of the lunchbox and was still satisfied with the contents of the handmade stock rolled eggs at midday, asks with a seeping smile of curiosity.

”I wonder if Midday and Dad made it together. 'Cause I'm here till today.”

”Your father can cook, can't he? I'm with my father. My mom can't cook or do chores, so my dad's doing it.”

”Kaori feels so special.”

Kaori is probably the name of Kido's mother. Apparently, I can't do my chores at all.

”Well, I guess that's why my parents wanted me to be able to do my chores. I can do it now.”