My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Um... I'll get off here!"

"Well, awful, this hand is so powerful..."

Seeing the black and white entangled and criss-crossed on this chessboard, the swords and the shadows of the swords and swords between the pieces, don't give up-don't think that our dumplings will learn things like Go.

They are playing Gobang...

Xuexia, who had made tea for the two of them, bulged his cheeks, then smiled slightly, and then looked down at the book.

The curtains opened behind him, and the light that penetrated in, rendered the three people into a beautiful and youthful picture.

The small Ministry of Service, in the autumn of reading, was cut into a trivial fragment by the first cold wind, not knowing where it would drift.

"Across Chiba Prefecture, trouble consultation email..."

"Why are you here again?"

When Yui, who had lost ten sets in a row, complained without energy, the other two people poked their heads out and looked at the laptop.

The first letter-General Jianhao's troubles...

"Just the next one!"

"Ah, the next e-mail comes from the pseudonym "Miss is recruited for marriage partners, my income is stable (teaching)"..."

Hello, so does this pen name have any meaning?

So upside-down and so explicit--Jingshuaiqi, how hard did you work?

The three of them looked at each other weirdly, and finally Yui babbling interrupted the silence and began to read.

"It's embarrassing to say these things..."

You still know!

"Actually, I don't know much about housework, and of course I am not very good at cooking. I am very upset about getting married in the future (laughs), but first of all I am upset about whether I can get married (laughs)..."

Okay, so sad, I can’t help but hug and be cute!

It's a bit miserable!

Yui seemed to smile wickedly, and then continued to say: "So I want to learn at least one kind of cooking that I'm good at, ah, I wrote it twice (laughs)-anyway, is there any one that can be reserved for men? What about making a good impression and simple cooking?"

...

For a long time than Keiya was speechless.

That masochistic "(laugh)" is used repeatedly, which is really quite scary.

I always feel that Jing cutie laughs like this, and one day it will be black!

I will!

It's reasonable to be bad at cooking (Hey! Didn’t you claim that the pork chop rice you made was deliciously fried?)

However, let’s talk about a simple dish that makes a good impression on men...

Man Han Banquet and Women's Ti Sheng-choose your own!

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Someone suggested that I change the title of the book to "How long can I live if I have lifted a lot of coffin boards"...

Humph.

Fuck Fighter is out!Although Shang Xingzhou, played by Mr. Zeng Zhiwei, is expected to blind me, I decided to check it out after one chapter...

Ask for a recommendation!

Don’t be polite if anyone hides the monthly pass thiefly!

Chapter 38!This shy timber seat!

Jing cutie seems hungry!

(The synonym for hunger and thirst is definitely not hunger!

The locations of the cucumbers are not the same, OK-I know you all like bitter gourd, but compared to the two, cucumbers are cheaper...)

"Simple and delicious food?"

"Ah~ Potato stew like? Mom's taste like?"

Miss Tuanzi, every time you talk about "mother's taste", there are always some saucy guys who think of other things!

I'm definitely not wronging you!

Yukoshita pointed her lips at the corners of her lips: "Um... the Japanese-style burgers are pretty good, right?"

The two girls are discussing, although the dishes made by the most vigorous one are definitely not delicious...

Hachiman listened for a long time, and shook his head disapprovingly: "You guys... it's disgusting to pay too much attention to cooking, because women will have a kind of "just do this thing, right" or "men are really easy to deal with. So you need to synthesize it, don’t be so picky in this regard."

Attracted by his seemingly plausible words, Yui asked for advice while looking at the screen: "So, what should I do?"

Yukoshita looked this way with sharp eyes, and after meeting the dead fish eyes, he looked at the boy with a slightly nervous expression: "Well...I, I might also want to know."

Oh, the expression that I want to talk but I can’t stop asking is so cute!

Biqigu squinted at them with experience: "It seems that you still don't know what the real'taste of mother' is..."

As if you are familiar with it!

"Listen well, so-called mothers, they treat their sons and daughters in two completely different ways. For men, the taste of a mother is like—"

He leaned back, and slowly showed a smile, deliberately losing his appetite.

Tuanzi turned his head and looked at him cutely: "That's it? What?"

The palm of his hand slowly touched her dumpling head, and Biqigu suddenly said indifferently: "The meat and rice you cook casually, this is the taste of mother."

"Again...whatever..."

"Stop dumplings, you silence me!"

The two girls who eagerly thought he would say something useful were uncomfortable.

"...I always feel that listening to you alone is a waste of energy."