My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

It's delicious and don't groan in ecstasy, it's so tempting, senior sister!

On the other side of the dinner table, An Yijun is doing his MLM with Mr. Qigu's sister, and he won't say anything about the game first!

"Oh, Komachi-chan will definitely like this!"

"Hmm, brother and sister together! Wo Chao loves it!"

I wiped a sweat from my glasses, and asked me whether young people are so scary nowadays, and also when going to sea, this is also true, but I feel like this is a brother-in-law.

"Um... look at this, there are brothers and sisters."

Komachi pursed his lips, looked at the elder brother and the "koala" on the elder brother who was coming here, and snorted imperceptibly, "Is it a brother or sister?"

The sweat on An Yi's forehead is more: "There is or there is, but not much."

"..."

"Daquan-kun who is accompanied by a real girl-this is still a classic."

Biqigu sat beside her sister with a weird face, then put the little girl who had to be hugged by him just now on the other side of the seat, and greeted the three girls who were discussing ordering: "I want a deep Sichuan rice , Some more clams, no onions."

Then he looked at his sister: "What are you talking about, An Yijun is so embarrassed?"

An Yilun also smiled bitterly at him: "Komachi's hobbies are more special."

Komachi-chan, who seems to be quite interested in a perverted game like "Brother's Fat Times", has a hobby that cannot be described by the word special!

(I remember a story called "Dad's Fat Times"...)

Appeared! appeared!

The ultimate brother control that only exists in the second dimension!

An Yijun yelled in his heart, and regretted that it is a pity that such a role setting cannot be the heroine...

Komachi, how miserable.

"Oh?"

The boy calmly glanced at Komachi who was keeping a cute smile: "What strange hobby does she have? Is it to put milk in the miso soup, or to eat sweet bamboo rice?"

"Hey, why can't it be sweet?"

The firm salted fish eight sauce sneered: "I would rather believe that the Dragon Boat Festival was celebrated when Qu Yuan was alive than that sweet bamboo rice, zongzi, and bean curd can be eaten..."

Komachi grinned her little tiger's teeth: "Brother! Bamboo rice should be sweet in the first place! Ham disturbed the fragrance of glutinous rice, it is definitely heresy!"

"Fart! That thing is sweet to eat? Are dates and red beans not greasy? Are they not greasy? Sweet ones are heretics!"

This sentence provoked the two girls, Xia Zhiqiu and Sawa Village both despised him with condemning eyes. This is the silent crusade by the sweet party against the salty party.

Is there a holy war?

I am also a salty party!

Salted fish is decisively salty!

(Dear readers and friends! Let's join together to do the sweet party!)

Biqigu's breathing was stagnant, and he hurriedly sought reinforcements. He pulled Koyuki who was watching the menu beside him, with a small voice: "They bullied me..."

Xuexia nodded "Hmm": "It's a good bullying..."

She was already eating, sweet and satisfying.

Too much too good too much!

Only Miss Kato sat aside, neither salty nor sweet.

...

"Ah, this taste is exactly like a bento on a tram? It's terrible!"

"It makes no sense, this kind of taste is incompatible with galgame's theory!"

"Oh, what's the point of An Yijun?"

Therefore, among the contemporary young people, the so-called "food and sleeplessness" is almost the same thing as the old almanac...

For An Yilun’s death house, it’s not necessary to know about the New Year’s worship, the etiquette of having three pops before meals can also be ignored, and even the day of the parents’ birthday can be forgotten. Only, for games The various settings here are in my mind.

Like now.

"It's like a lunch given by a passerby girl, no matter how good the appearance and taste, but you can't feel the heroine's heart in this, it can't touch the hearts of the players."

Because it is isolated from the screen, the taste, scent, appearance and the like cannot break through the dimension and let the player personally feel it. Only the heroine who prepares for herself will leave an impression in her mind.

Therefore, the hand-made bento of the heroine who can poison the ghost has become a great pleasure for the players to watch Yan Yi-anyway, the heroine with poor cooking is almost a bit tired...

This is the common view of the two males present.

You don’t even know basic cooking, so you should be a junior!

@……

"I think that many girls nowadays should reflect on their cooking skills, let alone ordinary, some are just random, unpalatable, not to mention that they think they make good ingredients, if the hero does not eat It's like doing something bad."

Mr. Biqigu angrily replaced the sword with chopsticks, and slammed Fang Yao: "This kind of woman will also appreciate it through the screen. If she runs into reality, she is afraid it will be difficult. Anyone with a brain will understand this. Who would marry an ancestor and return Confession?"

Xuexia didn't have any special expressions, even a little smile.

Her cooking skills are quite good. To be precise, except for someone present, the cooking skills of other girls are not too bad.

"It should be dragged out and cut!"

An Yi echoed loudly: "Yes and so, and this set of attributes is already too common, and it doesn't feel cute to use it badly."

Ms. Eri Sawamura, who only knows how to soak the udon noodles, stared at them sullenly and sneered blankly: "Ha, I really want to thank you for your very high-ranking advice..."

Bajiang nodded to her politely: "No thanks, what are you doing so politely?"

No thanks, bastard!

Ms. Sawamura wanted to kick Anyi's leg under the table. She guessed that she would only be able to do it if her legs were ten centimeters longer, so she gave up angrily.

Shiyu Xiazhiqiu beat her in cooking, and Hui would definitely not say anything. As for that dead fish-eyed sister-what is the meaning of being a middle school student?

She drooped her head down to eat, and when she was about to go back, she bought a bunch of cooking books to have a look at. A joke, how could she be so miserable in cooking.