I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

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The living room of the apartment is very quiet.

The two sisters did not chat.

Until now, Xiao Ai has not considered what to give.

"How did Guangyou think of so many gifts?"

She was thinking about this question in her heart right now.

The gifts Guangyou gave her were almost different every time, and they were all special:

When it snowed that day, he gave a song "The Flower of Snow" that she had never heard of before;

The Hinamatsuri dolls that carry the blessings of her parents are sent on the Hinamatsuri...

Thinking back to these gifts, Xiao Ai summed up a rule:

"Do you decide based on the circumstances at the time?"

She took a sip of milk and thought:

"but..."

"It's not that simple."

"Moreover, I usually have to go to school, and there are no holidays recently."

As she was thinking, Mingmei suddenly thought of something, she said:

"Eh, Shiho."

"How about you send Guangyou a love letter?"

The thing about love letters looks ordinary, but to Xiao Ai and Guangyou, it should be considered special.

The two were in love for the first time, and Xiao Ai did not say that she had received a love letter from Guangyou, and she, who was confessed, had never written a love letter.

Is this special enough?

Moreover, she was certain that Guangyou would like this gift.

"love letter?"

Hearing this suggestion, Xiao Ai suddenly remembered the love letters in the film and television series that were full of numb love words, and her face blushed slightly.

She is not the kind of person who can talk about love.

She had never been in love before, and she never even thought that one day she would be in love.

Love words...

She occasionally feels a little discomfort when she turns over:

Why would anyone say such nasty words?

At that time, she never expected...

One day in the future, these words of love in her eyes will give her a hint of joy when they come out of a person's mouth.

This is true even for love words, let alone love letters filled with many love words.

However, she has to admit that this gift is indeed very special.

But the problem is...

"I can't write."

She shook her head at Mingmei and said.

"Oh, too." Mingmei just remembered. It can be said that it is easy for her sister to write a thesis, but love letters...

It seems really difficult.

Before she could say "then I will think about it", she heard Xiao Ai say:

"However, I will go back and try to write about it."

She doesn't know how to write love letters.

But no one is born with a certain skill.

All learned.

Mingmi smiled upon hearing this sentence.

She didn't expect Xiao Ai to learn how to write love letters for Guangyou.

The content of the gift has been decided initially, but Xiao Ai doesn't seem to end there. She asked:

"Sister, should I give something more?"

The body was swaying back and forth with the rocking chair, Mingmei's eyes Wei Mi, jokingly said casually:

"I think it's pretty good."

"It really doesn't work. Wouldn't you just give yourself to him?"

"This gift Guangyou will definitely like it."

"No matter what you give, he likes you the most."

She said it casually, completely joking, Xiao Ai knew this, but she couldn't help but feel shy inside.

She thought about this not long ago.

But she was quickly eliminated.

Later, when she diverted her attention, she almost forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Mingmei reminded her again.

Compared to before, her face was less red, but it was still obvious.

Mingmei was stunned for a moment when she discovered this, then she chuckled involuntarily and joked:

"Zhiho, you didn't really think about giving yourself as a gift to Guangyou just now, did you?"

"..."

There was no response, but Xiao Ai's face became more rosy.

Seeing Xiao Ai's appearance, Mingmei already knew the answer:

"Have you really thought about it?"

She just said that casually.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ai really thought so.

No wonder blushing.

She now finally knows why Xiao Ai blushed before.

"Eh, Shiho." Akemi narrowed her smile, but her smile was still obvious, she said, "This gift is really special."

"Why don't you think about it?"

She felt a little pity.

If Guangyou knew that Xiao Ai had this idea, he didn't know how he would react.

Without hesitation for a second, Xiao Ai's cheeks were covered with blush, and her tone was definitely rejected:

"impossible."

"It would be great if Guangyou was here." Mingmei shook her head and said regretfully, "This can represent your heart more than a love letter."

"Impossible." Xiao Ai refused again.

Be moderate in joking, Mingmei knew this, so she went back to the topic in time:

"Okay, I won't tease you."

"I think the love letter is really good."

"Shiho, your writing is not bad."

"If you can't write the kind of love letter that is full of love words, you can try to write a love poem, and it feels pretty good."

"Guangyou should like it."

"I will think about it."

After a response, Xiao Ai drank the little milk left in the cup, got up in a hurry, took two empty cups, and walked to the kitchen.

Looking at Xiao Ai's hurried back, Mingmei couldn't help but chuckle again when she remembered the incident:

"Give yourself out as a gift."

"Unexpectedly, Zhibo would even think of this."

...

After taking a shower comfortably, Guangyou put on the clothes Mingmei had prepared for him, tidyed it up a bit, pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as I went out, I saw the little sorrow walking out of the kitchen with milk.

"I ve done washing."

Mingmei was stunned for a moment when she discovered this, then she chuckled involuntarily and joked:

"Zhiho, you didn't really think about giving yourself as a gift to Guangyou just now, did you?"

"..."

There was no response, but Xiao Ai's face became more rosy.

Seeing Xiao Ai's appearance, Mingmei already knew the answer:

"Have you really thought about it?"

She just said that casually.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ai really thought so.

No wonder blushing.

She now finally knows why Xiao Ai blushed before.

"Eh, Shiho." Akemi narrowed her smile, but her smile was still obvious, she said, "This gift is really special."

"Why don't you think about it?"

She felt a little pity.

If Guangyou knew that Xiao Ai had this idea, he didn't know how he would react.

Without hesitation for a second, Xiao Ai's cheeks were covered with blush, and her tone was definitely rejected:

"impossible."

"It would be great if Guangyou was here." Mingmei shook her head and said regretfully, "This can represent your heart more than a love letter."

"Impossible." Xiao Ai refused again.

Be moderate in joking, Mingmei knew this, so she went back to the topic in time:

"Okay, I won't tease you."

"I think the love letter is really good."

"Shiho, your writing is not bad."

"If you can't write the kind of love letter that is full of love words, you can try to write a love poem, and it feels pretty good."

"Guangyou should like it."

"I will think about it."

After a response, Xiao Ai drank the little milk left in the cup, got up in a hurry, took two empty cups, and walked to the kitchen.

Looking at Xiao Ai's hurried back, Mingmei couldn't help but chuckle again when she remembered the incident:

"Give yourself out as a gift."

"Unexpectedly, Zhibo would even think of this."

...

After taking a shower comfortably, Guangyou put on the clothes Mingmei had prepared for him, tidyed it up a bit, pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as I went out, I saw the little sorrow walking out of the kitchen with milk

"I ve done washing."