"I also want to give Shixiao-chan chocolate!"

Ikuta said this casually, but Wu Geng could only imagine himself falling to the ground with poison and foaming at the mouth.

"Uh... I'd better not bother you Ikuta," Wu Qiang smiled, "I'm pretty busy around Valentine's Day."

"It's okay, it just happened that I had time the day before. Speaking of which, I haven't tried making chocolate by myself yet... Ah, if I just take this opportunity to make it for all the members of the group, it won't be difficult.

"

Ikuta was still the same, extremely confident in her craftsmanship. Seeing her confidence, Wu Geng really didn't want to say anything to hurt her.

I'm just worried that there will be a crowd of people lying in the lounge on Valentine's Day, all of them victims, and I'm afraid there won't even be any members to call an ambulance.

"...Can I refuse it?"

"Why?" Ikuta saw that his chocolate was rejected before it was even delivered, and he immediately became anxious. He slapped the table and pressed on Wu Geng, "My cooking skills have improved a lot recently, and even Nichi Meixiang praised me!

"

The way she swore didn't look like she was lying.

"So when did this happen?" Wu Geng asked.

"yesterday."

"Then why didn't Zhongyuan Sang come today?"

"...I said I had a bad stomach and asked for leave."

"I think your chocolates, Ikuta, can be given to Himura-san."

In the end, after Wu Geng's repeated refusals, Ikuta left angrily. However, judging from the way she hesitated before leaving, she probably hadn't given up on her plan to poison everyone yet. Wu Geng actually felt that she had wandered around the bank of the Sanzu River.

A lap, now only temporarily out of danger.

Nishino covered his mouth and smiled, "Xiao Xiao, what you said is too much. After all, Ikuta-chan really means it."

The fifth watch was a bit speechless.

"Nishino Nanase-san, I saved your life. It's okay if you don't appreciate it, but you still make fun of me."

"Even if Ikuta-chan's cooking skills are a little poor, it won't be hard to swallow. It's not a comic plot." Nishino narrowed his eyes.

"Reality is stranger than comics."

"Then Xiaoxiao will probably accept my chocolate," Nishino raised his index finger and shook it, "By the way, I made it myself."

Wu Geng saw her smiling playfully, and just as she was about to agree, her heart suddenly pounded. She had the impression that she had never seen Nishino cooking in person. Wu Geng still believed in her sixth sense, so to be cautious, she asked carefully

"Have you had any experience in cooking, Na-chan?"

Seeing Wu Geng's serious face, Nishino actually smiled.

"Don't worry, Xiaoxiao," she said, "I have experience in making cakes. I am the best at Montblanc. My parents and brother are full of praises after they have tasted it."

"Of course," she added with a smile, "no one had a stomachache after that."

"That's good." Wu Geng was relieved.

Nishino played a little trick.

It’s true that she had experience in making handmade cakes, but that was already in the first year of junior high school. On a whim, she learned how to make Montblanc from her mother. Because the process was too troublesome, she stopped doing it herself after doing it twice.

, often pestering her mother to make it for her. In fact, she can only make this kind of cake.

Looking back now, although she roughly remembers the process, some details are difficult to grasp clearly. She doesn't know much about chocolate. In the past, the chocolates she gave to friends were all giri, which she bought directly in the store and simply changed the packaging.

This year, she has received a lot of care from Wu Gen, both in life and work, so I wanted to take advantage of Valentine's Day to express my gratitude.

but--

"I can't say it, I can't say it at all..."

That night, at home.

Nishino covered his face and shook his head wildly.

The cooking table in front of me was in a mess, with scattered pieces of sugar and cocoa powder, a small dark pot, and the smell of burnt chocolate wafting through the living room.

"...I can't explain it. I don't have any experience in making chocolate..."

Nishino escaped from himself for a long time before gradually accepting the fact that he was clumsy.

No wonder. When she was learning to make Montblanc with her mother, she was clumsy and failed many times before succeeding.

"Nana is good at painting, but her cooking skills are really terrible."

The elder brother complained mercilessly. Because of this, Nishino didn't say a word to his elder brother for a whole week.

Looking at the tragic situation in front of her, and thinking about how shameless she had been in front of the fifth watch in the morning, she was so ashamed that she really wanted to find a hole to crawl in.

Fortunately, there is still some time before Christmas, so it may not be too late to make amends. Of course, there is also the option of buying the finished product directly from outside, changing the packaging and reselling it, but in order to express his feelings, Nishino felt that it would be better to make it by himself.

To be more pure.

For several days in a row, Nishino tried to make it every night. Although it looked weird, she finally had a finished product, but it was either overly sweet or completely tasteless. One time, she accidentally mixed up sugar and salt, which made her salty.

It took me drinking two glasses of water to get relief.

"Maybe I don't have the talent to make chocolate at all..." I started to doubt myself.

Everyone in the lounge seemed listless.

At five o'clock, I saw Nishino's dejected look, which was unusual.

She had seen Nishino in a state of excitement with full power, dancing and imitating Ikoma's movements, and speaking in a higher tone.

Sometimes the program is recorded late, and Nishino will sit blankly during breaks, lowering her gaze and letting her eyes go blank, in a power-saving and energy-saving state. At this time, there are few interruptions, and she also likes to quietly watch Nishino's robot-like expressionless side profile.

Face. Other members would also deliberately avoid Nishino when they were having fun.

On the contrary, in my impression at midnight, it was rare to see her looking so downcast. Her whole body exuded an aura of distress.

But when I asked her to chat at five o'clock, she cheered up and responded.

"Just in case, I'm asking, is there anything Xiaoxiao hates to eat?" Nishino asked.

"Well...it's not that annoying..."

I'm not picky about food at midnight. I eat whatever is available at home and school. I have no dietary restrictions on spinach, carrots, and green peppers, and rarely have leftovers. But that's it, I haven't grown taller either. It seems that I stopped growing when I first entered elementary school.

Because of this, she had a headache for a while, and even sought advice from Saito Chiharu, the tallest person in the group, but he had no reliable knowledge to teach her. Instead, she was ridiculed by a passing bird, "Height is hereditary, give up."

dwarf."

She was so angry that she chased him several floors up, caught the unlearned poisonous bird, and ravaged him.

"Do you have any favorite flavors?" Nishino continued to ask.

"chocolate flavour?"

Nishino nodded repeatedly.

Wu Geng did not expect that she would be so interested, and I was deeply moved.

"...I prefer to eat matcha-flavored snacks. Can I make them with chocolate?"

Wu Geng doesn’t know much about these.

"Matcha flavor, right... no problem, leave it to me!" Nishino promised, patting his chest, "I will definitely give Xiaoxiao the best matcha chocolate!"

"Na-chan is so reliable! I will look forward to it! Come on!"

Wu Gen’s words of encouragement immediately made Nishino smile.

But when she was pulled aside by the little flying bird, Nishino started to frown again.

She buried her head in her arms and sighed repeatedly

"Idiot, why are you making it more difficult for me..."
Chapter completed!