I will never give in to Miss Death

"What little kitten? I clearly..."

I was about to say something when, with a familiar feeling, I heard a "buzz" sound behind me. The space next to the sofa was torn open, and the girl of death in a windbreaker crawled out from the gap.

"Hi."

The Grim Reaper waved her hand at me and swung the huge sickle in her hand very handsomely, then threw it into the crack behind her: "You've already prepared dinner for me?"

The girl noticed the table of food in the open space and showed a somewhat happy expression: "It seems that we have chosen the right person to be our little cook..."

"Who is your little cook?"

I walked to the kitchen depressed, opened the rice cooker, and scooped a bowl of rice for myself: "Eat quickly! After you finish eating, help me carry the things over!"

"I didn't realize you were such a good cook."

As if she was back home, the Death Girl took the bowl from my hand and said, "Then I won't be polite!"

"Ah...huh?"

I was confused by this guy's behavior.

Originally what I meant was... this bowl of rice belongs to me, and if some unscrupulous reaper wants to eat it, he can just go to the kitchen and get a bowl to serve himself. However, the other person took the bowl from me so naturally that my brain froze. I stood there for a moment, not knowing whether to complain or grab the bowl back.

"what happened?"

The girl even had an expression that said, "Why are you looking at me? Go get some food." "Don't you want to eat?"

I...you...

Forget it, since you have to help me move things later, I'll endure it!

I returned to the kitchen again in a depressed mood, took a bowl and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard next to me, and put all the remaining rice in the rice cooker into them.

"What is this? Fish?"

The Grim Reaper in the living room was kneeling on the cushion in a duck sitting position very naturally, his slender legs were covered with black stockings. The stockings, which should have reached the middle of the thighs, had slipped down a little because of this movement, and the middle of the stockings looked a little wrinkled.

“Fish head soup.”

I sat down opposite her in the same position: "Have you never eaten before?"

"No."

The girl shook her head: "Fast food restaurants don't sell this."

"Oh……"

Thinking about how the other person seemed to have been working part-time and eating fast food for the past few years, I was a little moved: "You...how many years have you been in this world..."

I was interrupted by the girl before I could finish my question. The "Death God" on the other side pointed at the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs excitedly and said, "What about this? Is this pork ribs?"

"Yes, sweet and sour spare ribs."

I nodded. "Could it be that the fast food restaurant over there doesn't even sell this?"

The girl shook her head: "No."

"real or fake?"

I wondered, “What do you usually eat?”

"Well... the meat is usually pork and some sunset fruit... oh, no, it should be called pumpkin, and ambergris... or cucumber? Or water melon?"

The girl had an indescribable look on her face: “It’s just that little thing anyway.”

You've been on Earth for so many years, and you can't even name the ingredients here?

"this."

As I was feeling the complicated expression, the Death Girl said something shocking. She pointed with her chopsticks at the sweet and sour spareribs on Shixino's table and said, "Feed me."

ha?

"What did you say?"

"Feed me a piece and try."

The girl gestured with her eyes towards the plate of spareribs.

"Can……"

I didn't know what to say for a moment: "Why do you want me to feed you...Aren't you the god of death? Where is your dignity? Your..."

The girl took out her phone from her handsome windbreaker: "I have a cute video of you imitating a cat's meow."

I blurted out: "Didn't we already agree that..."

"You don't want this video to be sent to the readers, do you?"

The girl still didn't let go: "Feed me."

"..."

The corners of my mouth twitched.

"Good good."

I picked up the chopsticks with some frustration, picked up a piece of pork ribs, sat up a little, and leaned forward: "Open your mouth."

"what--"

The girl opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

Seeing the other person like this, for some reason, I suddenly felt like I was "coaxing a girlfriend."

Although the girl in front of him was wearing a very handsome black windbreaker and was going for a cool and handsome look, the feeling she gave him just now was not at all consistent with the identity of "Death".

The Death Girl had waist-length hair like me, and her snow-white face was very clean, especially her eyelashes. When you looked closer, they looked like two butterflies perched in the flowers, fluttering their wings.

Judging from her appearance alone, she is really not scary at all, and her petite figure and body make it difficult to intimidate people.

Why would such a girl choose the "queer queen" style when we first met?

Girls’ minds are hard to guess…

Thinking helplessly, I put the ribs I picked up into the girl's mouth.

"Well……"

After chewing it for a while, the girl showed a surprised expression: "What is this? An after-meal snack?"

“Staple food.”

I explained: "It's a way to cook spareribs. You must have eaten spareribs before, right?"

"Why is it sweet and sour?"

"It tastes sweet and sour when vinegar and sugar are added."

"Then why is there a fragrance?"

“With sesame seeds.”

I pointed at the white spots on the ribs, and put a piece of soft white meat from the fish head into the bowl of the girl in front of me: "Eat it quickly."

"Well... ahem, I mean, it's pretty good."

Even though I quickly put on that "I am the Lord of Death" expression and sat up straight, the girl in front of me still made me feel like I was "pretending to be an adult."

"Dangdangdang——"

While we were eating, there was a knock on the door not far from the living room.

"Om-"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the Death Girl took out a sickle from somewhere, then nimbly turned over and crawled into the crack next to her that had not been closed.

"Who is it?"

I walked towards the door: "Brother is not here!"

"Housing manager!"

The voice of Yang Kun, the manager of Building 3, came from outside the door: "Your brother said his shoes were stolen?"

I hesitated for a moment, opened the door a little, and stuck my head outside.

"Is such that."

The property manager outside stood there professionally, "I just checked the surveillance. A man in his 20s took the shoes. He looked like a college student. It was around pm. A few tenants upstairs also had their belongings stolen. We have called the police and will send the surveillance video to your brother's phone soon."

The house manager looked into the room and asked, "Besides the shoes, nothing else was stolen, right?"

"Not yet."

I shook my head. “Only two pairs of shoes.”

"That's good. It's best not to leave your stuff outside. For things like shoes... Actually, we don't know if we can get them back. So far, we've only counted small fans and carpets that were stolen. The amount is not large, so it's hard to file a case."

The housing manager said helplessly, "Even if they catch him, he will lie and say he is a rag picker. He came here to pick up the things you put outside and sell them. I guess the police won't be able to do anything to him... So, ahem, tell your brother not to hold out too much hope."

"it is good."

"Okay then, little sister, you are home alone? Have you eaten yet?"

"eating."

"Do it yourself? So amazing?"

I said in a tone of "let's finish it soon": "Yes."

"Haha, I won't bother you anymore."

The house manager obviously understood my intention to "show you up" and took a few steps back: "Let's do this for now. If you have anything to say, let your brother tell me."

"Ah."

I pretended to be cool and closed the door.

"call……"

So it was really stolen?!

When I returned to the cushion in the middle of the living room, I felt a little amused and helpless.

Can a pair of worn-out shoes that an old man has worn for several years really be sold for money?

But this is just right. Before, there was a drunkard causing trouble, and now my shoes were stolen. I was worried about how to tell the property manager, whom I have known for several years, that I wanted to check out. Now, I have a reason to run away.

"what happened?"

As soon as I sat back on the cushion, the Grim Reaper appeared from the crack. She first glanced at the door, then asked in confusion: "The shoes were stolen?"

I looked up: "You know?"

"I saw it after I heard your cat meowing this afternoon."

The Death Girl said coldly: "Do you want to kill that person?"

Hey!

It's just stealing a pair of shoes, don't use such a scary word as "get rid of it"!

"Anyway, I have no use for those shoes. They were worn when I was an uncle."

I motioned for the girl to sit down first. "Whatever is gone is gone. We need to deal with what's left after we move our things tonight."

The girl was silent for a while: "But... that person stole your things, which means he is hostile to you, so why don't you kill him?"

"Should we kill anyone who is hostile?"

I was confused. “I don’t know what the other world is like, but this is the real world, it can’t be that dangerous…”

Then, I remembered the dream I had these days, and subconsciously said, "Could it be that the hero taught you?"

This kid is so terrifying, he must not be allowed to stay.

Since you have already made an enemy of this person, I suggest you cut off the roots and kill all nine generations of his clan to prevent future troubles... Is this the case?

"No."

The girl in front of me avoided my gaze, her eyes a little dazed: "I just don't want what happened back then..."

"Ok?"

"nothing."

As I watched, the girl picked up her chopsticks again and resumed her previous "dignified" deity of the God of Death: "I will make my own judgment on this matter."