My girlfriend is actually myself.

Under Aoi Tsukimiya's watchful gaze, Natsumi Yukimiya washed her teacup, started the coffee grinder, and paced back and forth behind the counter, just as usual.

Relieved, she turned and glared at Shiraishi Saku and Asakura Airi: "What are you two making a fuss about!"

Airi Asakura shrank back and hid behind Saku Shiraishi, avoiding the lady's gaze.

Shiraishi Shuo pulled his collar out of his proud mother's hand: "It was Xia Yin who thought it was fun."

He is her, and what he thinks is what a young girl thinks.

"Don't try to fool me, it must have been you who bewitched Xia Yin!" Tsukimiya Aoi was still a little annoyed, and then glanced at Asakura Airi and Shiraishi Saku.

"I asked Saku and Airi to carry it," Yukimiya Natsune explained.

"They actually forced you to say that?" Tsukimiya Aoi frowned.

This arrogant mother's filter for her adopted daughter is absurd.

Although she had observed for a while, Tsukimiya Aoi was still not entirely at ease. She went behind the counter, squatted down, and carefully examined her adopted daughter's legs.

From calves to thighs, from the outside of the skirt to the inside of the skirt.

Yukimiya Natsune wondered if calling the police now would send her adoptive mother to prison.

After confirming there were no wounds, Tsukimiya Aoi breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

She glanced at the wheelchair beside her. The adopted daughter was innocent; Shiraishi Saku and Asakura Airi were the masterminds, and the wheelchair was an accomplice. The masterminds had already been reprimanded; now it was time to hold the wheelchair accountable.

She asked, "Where did this thing come from? And why are you sitting on it?"

Airi Asakura raised her hand and chimed in, "I was curious too. I was startled when I saw it after school."

The class's most beautiful girl also couldn't escape being frightened. Adhering to the principle of getting soaked in the rain herself rather than letting the lady hold an umbrella, she joined in and tricked the lady.

"It was a gift from someone else," Yukimiya Natsune replied.

"Which bastard sent this kind of thing!" Tsukimiya Aoi raised an eyebrow.

Sending a wheelchair is no different from sending a coffin; both are vicious curses. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp, and she decided to teach that bastard who sent the wheelchair a lesson.

"It was a gift from my maternal grandmother."

"That's alright then." Tsukimiya Aoi turned her face away.

Yukimiya Natsune turned off the tap, stretched out her wet hands, and Shiraishi Saku dried them with a tissue.

With the wheelchair issue resolved, Asakura Chisato stepped forward and reminded the two, "Young Master Saku, Miss Yukimiya, it's time to change into your shop uniforms."

The two are still wearing their school uniforms.

Changing clothes is a hassle, and Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune wanted to ignore it, but unfortunately they encountered the overly serious maid Chihaya.

She and he went to the locker room with regret.

"Young Master Saku, the men's changing room is over there." Asakura Chihaya stopped Shiraishi Saku.

Not only were they forced to change my clothes, but they also cruelly cut me in half!

After changing into their clothes, Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune made three cups of coffee and handed them to the three people in the shop.

Since Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune successfully created the swan latte art last week, the latte art teaching has come to a complete standstill. Their daily part-time job is called barista, but in reality, they are Tsukimiya Aoi's chat companion.

I have a strange feeling of falling into prostitution.

"Where's Manager Takahashi?" Shiraishi Saku asked.

He still hasn't seen Yuko Takahashi.

"I heard the shop owner wanted to add desserts, and Manager Takahashi is busy with that," Asakura Chihaya replied.

Actually, Tsukimiya Aoi wanted to maintain her advantage in latte art skills, so she decided to find other skills for the two of them to learn. In addition, she could also eat the snacks made by her daughters, thus extending the official opening date of Rabbit Coffee, killing three birds with one stone.

"I can make desserts!" Airi Asakura raised her hand expectantly. "Can I come to work? I love making desserts, and I'll do my best!"

"That's a decision for Manager Takahashi to make," Asakura Chihaya said dismissively to her daughter, glancing at Shiraishi Saku out of the corner of her eye.

Does she not know whether her daughter likes desserts or something else?

Tsukimiya Aoi took a sip of her coffee, glanced at the wheelchair in the corner, and asked about the nursing home.

"What did Grandma say to you?" she asked, curious about her mother's mental state.

"Grandma said not to tell Mother." Shiraishi Shuo was too lazy to continue the conversation and cut off the topic.

Tsukimiya Aoi raised an eyebrow and squinted at Shiraishi Saku: "Who are you calling 'Mother'!"

Oops, I accidentally switched channels. What I just said should have been in a girl's voice.

The biggest problem with having two bodies is that sometimes you speak unconsciously and forget which body you should use to speak.

Bai Shishuo changed his tune: "Grandma said not to tell Lady Yuegong."

The way she addressed her this time was very appropriate, but Tsukimiya Aoi felt even more uncomfortable. Calling Miyoko "Grandma" and "Madam" made it seem like she was an outsider!

She looked at Yukimiya Natsune, hoping her lovely daughter would reveal some information, but unfortunately, Yukimiya Natsune kept her mouth shut.

She then looked at the wheelchair: "Don't play with this anymore. Let Chihaya take it. Your grandma has some kind of illness, and she gave you this!"

"No," Yukimiya Natsune refused.

The rejection was simply because the wheelchair was convenient and practical, but Tsukimiya Aoi interpreted it with a deeper meaning. This daughter was keeping a secret from her grandmother, treasuring the strange gift her grandmother gave her, and rejecting her concern.

You know, her grandmother only met her once, while she spent almost every day with her!

Lady Moon Palace, consumed by jealousy, stood up, downed her coffee in one gulp, walked out of the shop, and stood glaring around in the alleyway, sulking.

Chihaya Asakura stood behind her.

"Don't arrange for Natsume to meet her!" Tsukimiya Aoi said angrily.

Asakura Chihaya remained silent. The lady was jealous of the old lady, and it was really inappropriate for her, as a maid, to interject.

"Didn't you hear me!" Tsukimiya Aoi turned to look at her maid.

"I will pass on the message to the old lady," Asakura Chihaya replied. Whether the old lady accepts it or not is another matter.

She quickly changed the subject: "Madam's schedule is free tomorrow, would you like to arrange for Miss to accompany you?"

"Let's make arrangements." Tsukimiya Aoi recalled her schedule. Tomorrow was free of any business, a rare time to relax.

The thought that she could have her adopted daughter all to herself for a day gradually calmed her anger, turning it into anticipation and joy.

"I understand." Asakura Chihaya nodded.

She successfully calmed her mistress down, and the two returned to the café, disappearing through the door. Passersby regretfully turned their gazes away; the beautiful lady and the pretty maid looked like they'd stepped right out of a TV drama.

In the evening, after get off work, Asakura Chihaya booked a companionship service with Yukimiya Natsune for the next day, saying she only needed to go directly to the tower apartment after school.

The night passed, and Tsukimiya Aoi arrived at the tower apartment early. Waiting for her daughter to get out of school was also an important experience for her, and Tsukimiya Aoi was in a good mood, lying on the sofa reading magazines to pass the time.

However, by four o'clock in the afternoon, her daughter still hadn't arrived.

"Go check it out." She sent Chihaya Asakura to investigate.

The maid quickly completed her investigation and reported to the madam: "Miss was taken away by the old lady's carriage."

The magazine in Tsukimiya Aoi's hand fell to the ground.

Mom, how could you do this! I was here first!