If you want to eat, you can eat it.

Letting go of her arms and covering her messy hair with her hands, Xiaolan turned her head to look at the lean meat she had started to prepare. A smile appeared on her lips and she left the kitchen humming an unknown song.

With my brother here, everything will be arranged.

Compared to living with his father Kogoro Mouri before, everything was a hassle, from grocery shopping to cooking, from laundry to mopping the floor, everything was included.

"Hmph hum... hum hum..."

Singing a cheerful tune, he walked along the corridor towards the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door closed, another door closed, and Suzuki Sonoko, who had finished dressing up, came out, wearing casual clothes for home.

He walked to the kitchen and looked at the boy's busy back.

"How long are you going to pamper her?"

Sonoko simulated Kousei's thinking mode in her mind, and finally based on the boy's behavior, she found that it was full of refutations from the boy's previous behavior.

In other words, it doesn't fit.

He still cares about Lan, but now Kousei seems a little anxious and deliberately speeds up the pace, as if something is about to happen.

"That's it for today."

Mr. Gongsheng put the minced meat in his hand into a bowl, opened the porridge that had already been cooked, put the chopped lettuce and minced meat into the pot, and slowly stirred it with a spoon.

The rice flour needs to be shaken to blend with the ingredients.

Then he raised his head, took out the mango pie and purple potato pie that had been prepared in advance, and put them into the dishes.

There is also oden in the pot that needs to be skewered with wide toothpicks, and various ingredients with different flavors are served together with delicious bone soup.

"I just feel that the relationship between you siblings has crossed a certain line."

Yuanzi reminded the boy in front of him kindly.

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

An elusive smile appeared on Gongsheng's lips, which even made people feel dangerous.

"Why?"

His teeth bit his lip tightly, his brows furrowed slightly.

Sitting around doing meaningless things, but until the end when many unrelated things are connected together, the whole picture of the boy can be discovered.

Only on this point, Yuanzi was eaten up by the other party, and the news between the two was not equal.

"Because I'm afraid of losing."

With a smile on his face, Gongsheng handed Yuanzi's breakfast.

He took off his apron and started putting the prepared breakfast on the table.

Only Sonoko was left in the kitchen.

"Afraid of losing, why? You have been working hard for so long, why are you still afraid of losing? Who will you lose to?"

Looking at Gongsheng's busy back, he looks leisurely and ready for everything.

Will he be afraid?

After today... tomorrow that person will take away Gongsheng's position in Mao Lilan's heart, so he will prepare in advance.

Isn't Gongsheng's position in Mao Lilan's heart only as his younger brother?

Sonoko picked up a toothpick and brought the quail egg to her mouth, feeling the delicious soup burst out of the small food and covering the tip of her tongue instantly.

It did not weaken instantly after feeling the deliciousness. Instead, it was like a thick soup of gentle time, and it left an incomparable aftertaste after swallowing it in the throat.

This is the whole picture of cuisine that refuses to admit defeat.

"I feel like I'm going to lose."

The closer he gets to tomorrow, the more fear he feels from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at Mao Lilan who was coming out humming a song, she saw an innocent expression on her face, without the slightest hint of haze.

This kind of smile, if tomorrow does not belong to you...

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

Smiling, Xiaolan sat next to Suzuki Sonoko, picked up a spoon and dug into the lean meat porridge specially prepared by her younger brother.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something."

Gentle response.

Kousei tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and even dared not call the other person his sister.

That's right, I feel scared even when called "sister", and it seems that I have begun to rehearse using other names in advance, and I am also trying to use other identities to exist.

...

Come out of the basement.

Miyano Shiho looked up at the sunlight that he had not seen for a month. He covered his eyes with his hands. He felt the pain of being burned just by standing in the sunlight. His fair skin also suffered from temporary pain due to the sunlight.

Seeing the car that had been prepared in advance, I quickly got in.

The man in the main driver's seat was a low-level employee without a title. In addition, there was a pungent smell of smoke.

"lets go."

No complaints or holding my nose.

Time is limited. Every minute and every second today belongs to the two sisters. Shiho is not willing to waste more time on this trivial matter.

The cold and weak tone coming from the mouth of the cold-faced beauty is as beautiful as silver bells in the ears.

The organization members in the front row thought that this was a fat one and that it could carry such a charming beauty. It seemed that another beauty would get on the bus after a while.

"Well, I am..."

"Shut up. If you can't drive, find someone else."

Sydney presses the car window, and the pungent second-hand smoke is absorbed twice. After it is filtered by the lungs, it becomes an adaptable situation. When the window is opened again to disperse some of it, you will feel that this is normal air from a psychological perspective.

In fact, it still has a strong smell of second-hand smoke.

The car started, and a strong wind blew in through the cracks in the windows. The man in the front seat did not dare to speak, because this was the person Gin, the head of the neon division, paid the most attention to.

With just a few words, the fat gap may turn into a bullet.

There was only the sound of the wheels rolling inside the car, and the surrounding scenery was just a quick glance. There were not many people traveling on the morning of a holiday.

Smelling the aroma of breakfast being sold on the roadside, Shiho suppressed his appetite.

I haven't had breakfast, so I'm still hungry, and with the habit of staying up late, I'm in a very uncomfortable state, resisting the sunshine and the coveted outside world.

The car stopped slowly, underneath an apartment building. It was not a very fancy apartment building, and the monthly rent was tens of thousands of neon coins.

The driver in the front seat looked excited when he saw a gentle and mature beauty walking to the front door of the main driver, opposite another person who needed to be picked up on this trip.

"Okay, that's it. You can get off the car."

Shiho shouted in a cold voice, and at the same time opened the door of the back seat, got out of the car, and sat in the passenger seat again.

The confused driver stood on the roadside, while Miyano Akemi took the driver's seat and operated the vehicle to leave.

"idiot!"

I couldn't help shouting a neon curse.

Originally, I thought that two beauties would sit in the back seat, look at some beautiful scenery from the rear mirror, listen to the pleasant sounds, and if they could interject a few dirty jokes, it would not be a loss in pleasure.

Now, I'm kicked off the bus.

He is really a tool man, a tool man who throws it away as soon as he is done with it.

Compared to the driver, Mingmei, who was the main driver, had a happy face, wearing flat shoes, and followed other traffic.

"Shiho, shall we go directly to the venue now?"

Mingmei has a somewhat high-spirited nature and asked the co-pilot's sister.

"Go directly."

I didn’t even think about what to eat. Being hungry would save me time going to the toilet. Shiho thought of this energy-saving idea.

Slight panda eyes combined with dead fish eyes, squinting out of the car window.

Trying to find one or two interesting things on this boring road.

"Let's go."

The indicator light in front of her changed from red to green, and Mingmei started the vehicle again, thinking about the future.

The closer we get to the press conference, the more traffic there becomes, whether it is press work or members attending the press conference, including loyal fans of the Fusa Painting Group.

After all, Fushahui style women's bags are at the forefront of the world and are the favorites of the middle and upper class. At the same time, the female market is the main target of the trading market.

You can even see high school girls appearing in the crowd, and even if they are hiding in the arms of uncles, they have to be dragged into the venue.
To be continued...