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When Ya Yu saw the thick omelet that looked different from yesterday, she didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
Next, I used chopsticks to pick up a piece and put it in my mouth.
The tamagoyaki's shape slightly deformed the moment it touched my lips.
Simply watching Ya Yu eat so calmly evokes a sense of longing and tranquility.
Although she can't compare to Fuka and Matsu in terms of physique.
But that invincible aura that seemed to have no rivals in front of her gave her a special charm.
"I'm sorry, because I didn't know your taste, Miss Matsu, that's why it's different from Miss Karasu's."
Aoba looked at Matsushita with an apologetic expression.
The gentle and generous woman simply raised her glasses, sighed softly, as if she had let go of helplessness and envy.
"Ok."
She nodded and turned her attention back to her thick omelet.
Every movement he made was very gentle.
But when applied to her, it somehow felt incredibly provocative.
Especially her seemingly broader mind than Fuuka's, which even Aoba, who kept his distance from women, couldn't help but feel a strange attraction to her.
Pine feathers are different from crow feathers.
Her dining style is closer to that of Miss Feng Hua.
Without much hesitation, I put the thick omelet into my mouth in a few bites.
Even though it was only two or three pieces, it seemed like a lot in her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a hamster eating.
The range of facial expressions is also richer than that of raven feathers.
Their exquisite facial features all conveyed the same meaning.
"So delicious!!"
Seeing Matsu's expressive face, Aoba couldn't help but smile as well.
He was happy to see this.
They especially enjoy hearing guests' exclamations and praises.
As a chef, he is already very satisfied as long as he hears a customer say that the food is delicious.
"Today's tamagoyaki... tasted very good."
Although she knew that the person in front of her was her Ashigata, Karasu had her own plans.
She didn't want to die so soon.
My sole purpose in coming here today is to spend more time with Aoba.
Perhaps this is a shared thought that wagtails have when they encounter a suitable reed tusk.
Moreover, the two had only known each other for a day.
But the feeling that Qingye gave her... was very... not Yin Ling}1 ^Si(five-chop nine-wrong).
(vi) At least
I wouldn't object if I chose him to be my Ashikaga in the future.
Liu Yi (VII) Yiba Temple VII I “Miss Yaba, I’m glad you like it.”
Aoba nodded gently.
"The manager's cooking is really amazing!!!" Matsu also raised his hand quickly, his glasses fogging up as he ate the thick omelet.
"This tastes so much better than what Sister Mizai makes!!"
"I'll come here often from now on!"
"No way! Come every day!!!"
Song was very satisfied with Qingye's skills and looked extremely excited.
His entire body was leaning against the table.
Behind the glasses, a pair of clear eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight, staring intently at Qingye without blinking.
This move further accentuated her figure.
The two large watermelons were almost bursting out of their sockets.
Aoba struggled to control her gaze, involuntarily taking a slight step back, before quickly nodding:
"No problem, Ms. Song, you are welcome to visit anytime."
When Ya Yu saw that Song Du was almost covered with green leaves, his murderous eyes narrowed instantly.
then...
bass! ! !
The bright glint of the blade made Song's vision go white!
"Enough is enough; you're bothering others."
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Faced with the sudden flash of the blade, Miss Song seemed to have anticipated it, and decisively pressed her body against Aoba.
Duang! ! !
Aoba, who was also startled, was completely stunned by the collision with the ball.
no...
Is it really that big?!
"Hehe, Mr. Manager, your eyes are a bit off."
After dodging the raven-feather blade's glint, the light behind Pine's glasses was completely different from before.
He teasingly licked Aoba's ear with his lips.
“Hmm~?!”
Before Aoba could react.
She had completely let go of her hands, and then raised them above her head to show surrender to Raven Feather.
no way.
Who told her to be an intelligent wagtail?
In terms of combat strength, they are no match for Raven Feather.
"Hmph! We'll settle the score when we get back!"
Seeing that she was sensible, Ya Yu didn't make a big deal out of it and sat back down in her seat.
"Um, Miss Ravenfeather, the knife..."
Aoba, somewhat awkwardly, pointed to the katana still standing in front of Karasu.
"Huh?! Cough cough... I'm sorry."
"It's alright. There are other customers in the store, so I hope that Miss Yabane will try not to use a knife when she comes in the future."
As she spoke, Aoba looked towards Kasumigaoka in the corner.
The girl seemed to be having a great conversation with the editor across from her, with a faint smile on her lips, suggesting that the novel had been secured.
bass!
The blade flashed as it was sheathed.
Karasu felt uncomfortable being stared at by Matsu with a strange look.
Similarly, quickly finish off the food in front of you.
He took 1000 yen from the pocket next to the scabbard.
"No need, no need, the money Miss Feng Hua gave me yesterday was enough."
Aoba pushed back the money that Yaba had offered.
Then he gave Raven Feather a gentle smile:
"Miss Yayu, this was your first time here yesterday. You're a returning customer today, so consider this a free meal on my behalf."
What he said was the truth.
After all, the fact that a small shop in Tokyo has repeat customers is itself a sign of the customers' approval of the shop.
Yayu glanced at Aoba's eyes.
There, it is full of seriousness and clarity.
"it is good."
She simply nodded and took the money back.
Then, he glanced at Song with hostility and gave a soft shout.
"Song, pay the bill! Let's go home!!"
Under that sharp gaze, Song nodded weakly, muttering:
“I was also paid for by Feng Hua yesterday.”
bass--!
Raven Feather pried open the scabbard with his thumb.
"Okay, okay, I'll pay, alright?"
Song put his hand into the crevice in front of his chest, fumbled around for a bit, and pulled out a small wallet with a pink cat on it.
Then he simply took out a stack of 100,000 yen and placed it on the table.
He glanced at Qingye furtively and said: