My love life with the Yuanzu singer

Chapter 75 The distance does not exceed ten centimeters
Standing at the door of the apartment with a shopping bag in hand, Hiroshi Kimura hesitated for two or three seconds, then rang the doorbell. After a while, the door opened, and what appeared in front of Hiroshi Kimura was a person wearing black-rimmed glasses with a faint smile on his face. makeup, Akina Nakamori with her hair tied up.

It was the first time he had seen Nakamori Akina with such a simple dress. When he saw her before, she always wore more formal makeup and tried to dress as adult as possible. Now she looks like a junior high school student, very tender and a little Like Arale.

"Ah, Kimura-san, you're here so fast, come in quickly, the slippers are ready for you." Seeing Hiroshi Kimura, Akina Nakamori always had an uncontrollable smile on his face, dragging his injured leg To get Hiroshi Kimura slippers.

Unable to make a wounded person busy, Kimura Hiroshi hurried in and held her hand, "Don't move around, the wounded person needs to have a good rest, I will get the slippers myself."

After changing the slippers, Hiroshi Kimura took the shopping bag and helped Akina Nakamori to the living room. The layout of this apartment was similar to his, but Akina Nakamori's was obviously cleaner than his. There was very little dust, except that the furniture had many colors It's darker, some are even blacker, and it doesn't look like the decoration that a girl's residence should have at all.

The TV was on. I thought I was watching TV just now. There was a potted plant on the windowsill behind. Hiroshi Kimura knew it. It was the one they took away from the sushi restaurant last time. Unexpectedly, it was really saved. She also took her home with her.

Holding Nakamori Akina to sit on the sofa, Kimura Hiroshi took out the gift for his first visit from the shopping bag. Knowing that Nakamori Akina was losing weight recently, Kimura Hiroshi brought several kinds of fruits.

"It's a gift for the first time. If you are injured, you can eat more every day. If you are afraid of getting fat, don't eat at night." Hiroshi Kimura instructed.

Unexpectedly, Akina Nakamori was very displeased to hear the word fat. Obviously, she still remembered the arguing about one kilogram in the hospital yesterday.

"49 kg, not fat at all, I will eat at night." Playing a child's temper.

Hiroshi Kimura didn't mean to argue with her, and he didn't answer the conversation, instead he said, "Ah, it's almost one o'clock, and it will be very late if you don't cook anymore, eat an apple first, I'll cook for you, at noon If so, how about eating ribs and seaweed soup, fried chicken chops and fried cauliflower?"

Listening to the name of the dish, Nakamori Akina nodded again and again. In fact, she can eat anything. In fact, what she wants is the care and attention of Hiroshi Kimura. The feeling that someone remembers and misses her really fascinated her, especially when the other party is still very gentle. Sometimes, it made her want to stop.

"Then I'll go get ready. Eat an apple and watch TV. It will be ready in about four to 10 minutes. Ah, the kitchen is still fully equipped." Hiroshi Kimura walked into the kitchen with things as he instructed, like Same at home.

There is no shortage of kitchen utensils, which can be regarded as saving Hiroshi Kimura a lot of trouble, otherwise he would have to go down to buy them, which would take a lot of time.

Wash the ingredients, first prepare the ribs, stew the soup, and then cook. Hiroshi Kimura was busy in the kitchen. He glanced at the kitchen door and saw Akina Nakamori holding a stick at some point. Standing there with only one foot, watching him quietly.

"Ah, is Akina-san here to supervise the work?" Kimura Hiroshi said jokingly.

"No, no, I just want to see what Kimura-san looks like when cooking. It's really curious." Nakamori Akina quickly explained.

After frying the chicken chops in oil, Hiroshi Kimura turned around and said, "If you are injured, you should stay still. If you are not injured, you can help me and wash the dishes. I don't like rice the least. Then wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen."

"I can do it, and I can do it now. When I was in my hometown, I was responsible for buying vegetables, cooking, and washing dishes. I am very good at this." Akina Nakamori didn't think there was anything, but said very happily.

"Cooking? Akina-san can cook?" Hiroshi Kimura was surprised. Can she really cook?Kimura Hiroshi suspects that his memory has deviated.

"Yes, but many of them are not very good, but I am the best at making cabbage, and I can make all kinds of flavors. It is this time, cabbage is the cheapest. I used to buy four for [-] yen. In order not to let my family complain I always eat cabbage, I will make various flavors, let Kimura-san taste it when I have time."

Speaking of this, Nakamori Akina is so proud, she doesn't care about her status as a top idol singer at all, she tells how to buy vegetables cheaply, and how to do it, just like a very ordinary, somewhat poor house girl.

Two people, one standing at the door of the kitchen and the other in the kitchen, were cooking and chatting. Soon the dishes were ready and the rice was cooked.

Serving all the food on the table, smelling the aroma, Akina Nakamori looked satisfied, and said to Hiroshi Kimura, "It's really delicious, even more fragrant than the ribs sent by Kimura-san last time. I really thank Kimura-san for letting me Such delicious food."

Sending a bowl of rice to Akina Nakamori, Hiroshi Kimura urged her to "eat quickly, I haven't eaten for a day, and I slept so late, I must not get up to eat in the morning."

Being hit, Akina Nakamori stuck out her tongue guiltily, folded her hands together, and whispered, "Then I'll start."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken steak and took a hard bite. Kimura Hiroshi also picked up his rice bowl and picked up a piece of cauliflower, but at this time he discovered a very important thing.

"Hey, why hasn't Ms. Koriko delivered the lunch yet? It's already [-]:[-], it's too late, isn't she afraid that Akina-san will starve?" Kimura Hiroshi asked.

Swallowing the chicken cutlet in her mouth, Akina Nakamori quickly explained, "Ah, she said she has something to deal with, and she originally wanted another staff member to deliver the bento to me. I think Kimura-san is coming to cook for me. , I let him not come."

As soon as he told a lie, Nakamori Akina's face turned red, but Kimura Hiroshi didn't notice, he nodded, "So that's the case, really, I don't care about injured artists at all."

She kept apologizing to Ms. Kiko in her heart, full of guilt, but she also had a faint joy, only she and Kimura-san, the two of them sat at the table and ate like this, and Kimura-san made it himself, she liked the two of them Such quiet solitude.

Chewing slowly, the two of them finished eating for half an hour. After clearing the dishes, Hiroshi Kimura helped Akina Nakamori to walk around the room. You can’t sit or lie down immediately after eating, it’s better to move One move, which is more important for the wounded.

After finishing these, Hiroshi Kimura did not go back immediately, but sat on the sofa and watched TV with Nakamori Akina. Both of them were sitting on the sofa, the distance between them was no more than ten centimeters, but they both restrained themselves and did not cross the line. Line, while watching TV programs, while chatting.

I didn't expect Akina Nakamori to be able to talk like that, so at night, Hiroshi Kimura didn't want to watch Akina Nakamori eat lunch at night, went down to buy things by himself, and came back with rib soup left at noon, and stayed until dinner, he Just got up and left.

"Then I'll go back. I must go to bed early tonight, do you understand?" Before leaving, Hiroshi Kimura sternly warned that no matter how much he likes to watch TV, he should take a good rest even if he is injured.

She kept nodding, but seeing that Hiroshi Kimura was about to leave, Akina Nakamori felt a little depressed. She really wanted to say something, but she held back, "Got it, Kimura-san, you should go back quickly, too. Remember to call me when you get home."

"Got it, then I'm leaving." Hiroshi Kimura closed the door, turned and left.

　Thank you for the two monthly tickets that walked around, continue to ask for support, I don’t know why the new book list has disappeared, haha!

　　
　
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