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Chapter 61 Look at My Mouth-Big Flicker!

Compared to the so-called investigation, which turtle sun is secretly spreading harassment and slander text messages, I think it should be noted that tomorrow's grouping.

Yes, the so-called workplace apprenticeship is divided into groups.

In fact, if possible, compared to the people in my class, I personally prefer the two girls in the ministry. After all, the poisonous girl and the stupid dumpling are also proper girls, aren't they?

But this is impossible.

First, Yukoshita and I are not in the same class, and second, Yuihama must have found a teammate.

So... it's a bit difficult.

If it doesn't work, I still choose to go with the flow, after all, I don't care anyway.

... As long as you don't get into a group with the full-mouthed Sao man named Hube, it doesn't matter.

Eating lunch at noon-no, I didn't go to the usual steps with good air for the bread, but sat in the classroom.

………………

The cheap wrapping paper contains the same cheap bread. By “cheap” I mean the cost of this item, but the actual price is really high. At least one-third of the living expenses of Qigujun per week are spent on this. of.

"To be honest, the raw material of bread is flour. If you eat too much, the skin will get dry..."

Sitting in front of him is a girl...

No, don't get me wrong!

It's not that Totsuka Ayaka suddenly went to Thailand once, nor that Biqigu finally decided to start with Ayaka because she was hungry, but because Totsuka should exercise now, so I sat in the seat with this lunch box and started eating. Dumplings.

Blinky glanced at the girl's pink lunch box from time to time, his attention was not that this lunch box was as cute as its owner and had several dumplings.

What he pays attention to is that the dishes inside look many times higher than the bread in his hand...

The seaweed rice ball is actually shaped into a bunny shape...

And this tempura, well, it's fragrant when you smell it. It must be fried with chili, and it smells a bit pungent but very appetizing.

I'm going-the sauced meatballs are actually fried and steamed directly on the rice.

And egg rolls...

Oh oh oh, Yui is really amazing...

"Now, Yui?"

Yubihama, who was eating like a hamster, turned his head, his big eyes filled with doubts.

Swallowing a bite of the increasingly tasteless bread, Biqigu pointed to her bento box: "Such a rich bento... you made it?"

The girl's expression froze, her bright hair dimmed inexplicably, and her whole body became decadent: "...It's mother."

Hachiman raised his eyebrows clearly: "So, you are also the eldest lady who doesn't touch the sun with ten fingers?"

This "nor" does not refer to Xuexia. In previous exchanges, Biqigu knew very well that Xuexia's poisonous tongue fries good dishes, makes good noodles, and beats eggs. The housework skills are full.

This "also" refers to Fengban Dahe...

Dahe's family is definitely not short of money. They live in a high-end apartment, and their monthly living expenses are higher than the monthly wages of him and Kotaro Katsura.

Aisaka River...

Just take a look at her home, which is comparable to a garbage transfer station, and you can know that Miss Aizaka never cooks.

Neither the skill nor the idea...

"Hu, nonsense!"

With a puffed face and a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth, the dumpling stared at him angrily: "I, I, I know how to make lunch...but, no mother does it so well."

Yui Nuo mouthed, despising his bread and yogurt: "Poor autistic man, he doesn't even have a bento...Hey! What are you looking at?"

Biqigu looked back from her meatballs, lowered her head and took a sip of milk...

I always feel that there is a logical error in this sentence.

"Aha!"

The dead dumpling smiled triumphantly: "Small enterprise, you want to eat lunch..."

"No, I am obsessed with cleanliness and I am not interested in other people's food."

Yahata indifferently tore a piece of bread and threw it in his mouth, chewing with a facial expression: "Moreover, you are not interested in a totally unscientific and unnutritious dish combination like you, even if you ask me to eat it."

Yui Yui, who has absolute confidence in his mother’s craftsmanship, is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. With a puffed face, he seems to want to break through the limit of five dumplings: "You just can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour!"

Hachiman smiled coldly at her: "You still don't believe it? Okay, I didn't bother to say it. Since you insist on saying that I covet your food, I will forcefully explain it to you."

"Don't bother me, I want to eat!"

He pointed to the rice balls: "Seaweed contains a lot of iodine. We know that proper consumption of iodine is good for the body, but excessive consumption of iodine can cause damage to the nervous system, circulatory system, digestive system, and cardiovascular system. A series of hypermetabolic syndrome and hyperexcitability symptoms and eye symptoms..."

Having eaten half of the rice ball, Yubihama stopped his mouth and slowly put the remaining half of the rice ball into the lunch box.

"Speaking of tempura, we all know that these are flour, eggs, and mashed radish fried in a frying pan. The enzymes in the eggs and the riboflavin in the radishes will not cause major problems if you eat them separately. , But if mixed together, it is very likely to cause angular cheilitis and bronchitis..."

(The above is purely Kouhu)

Accompanied by the sensational and wet science popularization of the boss, the golden tempura in the food box was driven aside.

The chopsticks were hovering between the meatballs and the egg rolls. In this weather, Yubihama had a cold sweat on his forehead, and his voice trembled: "What about the egg rolls?"

Hachiman's eyebrows pointed, feeling that he was waiting for this question: "A good question, the egg rolls are okay, you can eat more of this."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

"but--"

This tone came up again: "What is it?"

Yawata solemnly pointed to the meatballs that seemed very delicious, and his tone was low: "Yuhihama, do you know how many women in the world have cancerous changes due to fried meat every year?"

In response to the horrified eyes of the dumplings, the teenager stretched out his four fingers in a pretentious manner: "The average number is 40,000. The meat will produce acrylamide carcinogens during the frying process, and it is likely to be under the influence of female hormones. Lead to liver failure and, in severe cases, prostate cancer..."

...Where does the woman's prostate come from!