The young man smiled. The maid standing next to him immediately understood and went out. Soon, the door was opened again. A middle-aged man in a formal suit bowed his head respectfully. Then he stepped aside. There were two people at the door.
A man in a white chef uniform walks in. The white clothes are spotless.
The chef walked in pushing a cart, and then opened the lid on the cart. It turned out that there were plates of exquisite dishes inside. Suddenly, a rich aroma came from time to time in the air. Not just to eat, but this
The taste and color can make people's fingers move.
Dishes were being brought to the table one after another. She counted them roughly and found that there were more than 10 dishes. It was hard to imagine that Atobe Keigo ate like this every day. So, when she looked at him, what she got was his devilish smile.
Can he finish eating? And if he eats like this every day, why hasn't he gained weight? But she has gained a lot of weight by eating things he doesn't want to eat every day. Is this too unfair or is it because of his amount of exercise and food?
Neutralized
It's really difficult to understand
"Ah...what is the little maid thinking about?" The maid next to her poured him a glass of fresh juice. He picked it up and gently bent his slender fingers. Under the light yellow juice, he looked so beautiful.
It is an exquisite piece of art, so beautiful that there is no flaw at all
As for the words "little maid", Otoyu looked around in shame, but found that none of these maids showed any signs of abnormality. Sure enough, they were well-trained, which made her look a little stingy, with her pale face.
There was a slight blush at the time, and under the illumination of the light, she looked a bit out of place.
Atobe Keigo didn't say anything, he just glanced at her playfully, then lowered his head and took a sip of juice to get used to the sweetness and sourness. In fact, his favorite was red wine, and the bright color had always been his favorite. However, this time
At that time, he was still underage, so for the sake of his health, juice was what he often drank.
He put down the juice in his hand, then moved his hand through a pile of tableware, finally stopping on a pair of silver chopsticks, picked it up, and then picked up something that looked like a cake. He stretched out his long arm, flicked his fingers, and placed it on her
on the plate
Otoyu saw something that looked like a cake suddenly appeared in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked at Atobe who was still sitting on the chair. He saw that he was already eating quietly, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth, and his movements were very elegant.
"Do you eat like this every day?" After eating the cake on the plate, she looked at the few dishes on the table that were almost untouched, whether they were Western or Japanese, and there were even a few Chinese dishes. She was really doubtful.
Can his stomach hold so much stuff?
Atobe Keigo stopped what he was doing, put the tableware in his hands aside, looked at her with raised eyebrows, and said: "Food is for enjoyment. Looking at it, smelling it, and even thinking about it can be regarded as a kind of food."
Enjoy it, little maid. If you only think about unnecessary things every day, it will be less fun."
Otowa sighed, as expected, there is a generation gap. In her opinion, eating is an instinct, the instinct of hunger, the instinct of maintaining body functions, so she is not picky about food. She eats basically anything except wasabi, which seems to have a chemical reaction with the body.