Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

"Give this back. It was good."

The next night, Zhou was visiting the midday house with the tuppers he had rented.

Zhou certainly doesn't like chores, but he can't wash enough. It would be polite to wash it thoroughly and return it after drying it, and I carry exactly what I washed.

I also struggled to wash it, though I can't tell you at midday.

He expected it to be Zhou at the time he was chimed, and at midday he came out on the table without asking anyone.

In a knitted piece of Bordeaux, she admits to her circumference and narrows her eyes loosely.

Zhou accidentally slightly frowned because she checked the tapper properly and was told to praise the child, "You washed it properly, it's hard," she said.

"Thank you for taking the time. Then go ahead."

Midday retrieved the tapper, that's good, but now another tapper can be placed in the circumferential hand.

It's still slightly warm.

The contents were probably fried pork and eggplant. The lid didn't seem so cloudy as to cool down, and I can see the color of the eggplant and the pork and shaken sesame seeds through the fire.

From the color, the sauce stir-fried probably tastes miso. Slightly scorched eggplant and lightened pork appealed.

I think it looks delicious.

I think, but I don't see why they gave it to me again.

"... no, um, I gave you back the tupper"

"It's dinner tonight."

"Yeah, I know."

"I'll ask you once, aren't you allergic? I don't accept likes or dislikes."

"No, but what? No, I'll take it again."

How about having dinner served two nights in a row?

I appreciate the nutrition as a one-sided being, and more importantly, the culinary skill of midday is far above that of a woman of her age, and it will definitely taste good.

I'm sure the contents of this tupper are delicious.

It's just that if this was seen by people at the same school, it would be catastrophic. Of course, Zhou's peaceful student life, in the sense.

Although this apartment is suitable for living alone, the rent is higher in terms of amenities and location. I haven't seen students from the same school before midday, so I wouldn't have to worry about the sighting, but I'm still a little reluctant to get involved.

"I make too much when I'm alone, and I'd appreciate it if you got it"

"... if that's the case, I'll be damned. Normally, if I did this, I'd mistake them for favor."

"Do you?

"No, there isn't."

Are you stupid, if you can see it with a look that feels something like that, you can't possibly make that mistake.

In the first place, I couldn't imagine favoring a man like Zhou who had recently been in pain that a beautifully talented woman like Midday wouldn't be sloppy.

Sure, I get a recommendation from my pretty neighbor, what a love-come comic-like development, but we don't have any love-come elements for each other. Of course there's no love, and there's no shards of comedy in the conversation. At last, there is no rice in Zhou's house.

There is about as much warmth from the toge and pity of the angel's words.

"Then it won't be a problem.... because you're done with convenience store lunches and supermarket vegetables anyway."

"How do you know?"

"Whatever you think, there was no indication that the kitchen was heavily used, because there were plenty of convenience stores and supermarket installments at your desk. I don't have to think about it in your condition anymore. And he looks unhealthy."

I just saw it once up at the house. That's all I can spot. At midday, Zhou also made his cheeks snap, but I couldn't say anything because it was really hitting me accurately.

"... then I'm with this"

Peco, just say it and give it to me, and I'll be back in the house at midday.

Zhou looks at the received tapper as he hears the sound of the chain inside the Jarrari and Door.

It conveys a slight warmth in the palm of my hand. So I sighed softly and Zhou also returned to his home.

The eggplant and pork sesame miso sautéed with what you have is still delicious and I want rice asexually.

At the end of the day, the diet around him had improved dramatically because every day he redeemed a tapper, the tapper with the contents was in his hands.

The midday dishes are not intense to season, but all of this makes me want rice, so I prepare a retort of rice for dinner to eat with.

The dish itself is all over the Japanese Ocean. The genre was packed with substitutes for various things every day, but all of this is delicious, so the food is very advanced and spicy.

It's bad and dubious to expect you to get it every day, but somehow it's so close to being fed that if you can't eat it, you'll learn how to fall in love.

Angel cooking may be highly dependent. I honestly get the tapper even though I think it's bad, and it hits my tongue drum.

"... you've been looking good lately. Have you reviewed your diet?

He's also got a better complexion because he's getting some nourishment for dinner, and the trees are staring seriously at him at him at lunch.

Zhou, who was rinsing the udon he asked for in his school-food, still sweats a little cold on the sharp tree.

"Tree, I'm afraid of you"

"Why not? What is it, a star?

"No... well... I had to review it"

Nature and the quality of life itself have improved, as I gently preach that every time midday is different in the apartment, there is a suggestion for dinner.

I would like to say angel, but I also have the emotion that it is a little extra help.

He laughed at the pieces that the tree was even delightful to the circumference, which he affirmed while clouding his mouth slightly.

"That's right. You look unhealthy, and your lifestyle actually sounds like shit."

"Ugh."

"But again, why are you trying to review it?

"... Forced?

"Ha ha, could it have been my mother?"

"... you don't hit it, you don't go far."

That mouthfeel at midday is close to expressions such as okan.

He's so cute on top of being too young to say okan, but for some reason he didn't feel like rejecting the midday thing that would burn him to look after him.

"... hey tree. Do I look so unhealthy?

"Oops. That's a big white one originally. And he's tall, but he looks a little unmotivated, and he feels unhealthy."

"My face is from the beginning."

"I know. How about a more lively face?"

"Don't be impotent.... well, you look dead..."

I didn't know my face because it's something I don't look at in the mirror very seriously, but it seems to photograph others as if they're not very angry.

Maybe he also worried at midday because Zhou's usual expression looked like he was dying.

"Zhou should care a little more about looking at me. If you shake it, you can't even see it yet."

"You're insignificant, you."

"No, I don't decorate it, so my face is dead on the wild, so you can't help it."

Zhou turned to me because the tree also gave me a word of care to use this as an opportunity to be a little more attentive with my health. "It's an extra favor".