I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Ogasa Sayiko: [What are you deciding? ]

Ogasa Suzukiko: [I have decided not to eat the meal made by Sayiko tonight]

"..."

Staring at the phone screen, Ogasa Sakiko sighed.

Even though she is the elder sister, she has such a personality. She is more like a younger sister than her younger sister.

But, it's cute, isn't it?

Ogasa Sayiko thought of her sister and started laughing again.

Mimihuhu's personality is cute no matter what.

Immersed in my recollections, a reminder suddenly sounded from behind: "Teacher Ogasa, it's your turn."

"Huh? Yes, yes."

Ogasa Sayiko hurried forward and put the shopping basket on the checkout counter.

Chapter 122 Today's victory or defeat is——

The next day at noon, in the office.

It was already lunch time, but Tetsufumi Hirakawa did not go to the cafeteria as usual.

He didn't forget that someone brought him a lunch box today.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked to his side, and Mr. Hisata beside him was also looking at him.

"Teacher Hirakawa, are you ready?"

"Of course." Hirakawa Tetsufumi sat up straight, inexplicably showing off his aura, "Teacher Hisata, I will never lose in cooking."

"Hmm? Is there a cooking competition?" Hisata Maki said as she took out a disposable lunch box.

The transparent plastic shell allows you to see the bright colors inside.

The dishes look quite sumptuous.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi withdrew his gaze and took out his lunch box from the thermal box.

"Of course. The last time I went to Mr. Hisada's house, Mr. Hisada only gave me an eight for my cooking skills. I've always remembered that."

"Eh--?"

This voice was not made by Hisada Masu.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa put the lunch box on the table, looked over and saw that the person who spoke was actually Mr. Kitayama.

"Has Hirakawa been to Hisada's house before?"

"——Teacher Kitayama, that was when Teacher Hisata was sick before." Hirakawa Tetsufumi knew what she was thinking as soon as he saw her expression, and quickly explained, "I was visiting a patient."

"That's it."

Kitayama nodded with relief, muttering quietly, "I thought you guys had reached that point."

"..."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi and Hisada Masaki were both silent.

After a while, Hisada Maki blushed slightly and handed the lunch box to Hirakawa Tetsufumi: "Here, Mr. Hirakawa."

"...Thank you, Mr. Hisada."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa took it with both hands.

Teacher Kitayama was a little too gossipy. When he was sitting next to them, he always looked at him and Hisata with an inexplicable smile.

And eavesdropped.

Of course, maybe the word eavesdropping is not quite right. After all, the conversation between him and Hisata did not mention that he was avoiding anyone on purpose.

But it’s really too gossipy, isn’t it?

However... Mr. Kitayama's words suddenly reminded Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

Speaking of which, what exactly is the relationship between him and Hisata Masu, and to what extent is it?

Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at Hisada Masaki.

The young and beautiful female colleague was wearing Moritani's uniform. Under the elegant beige coat was a clean white shirt, which was buttoned up neatly, with a beautiful curve on the chest.

She has long black hair, with the hair on her forehead spread out into two strands hanging down on both sides of her face.

In the middle is the adorable face of Hisata-sensei that you will never get tired of looking at. The soft curves are an oval face that conforms to the traditional oriental aesthetic.

She had makeup on her face, but it was just light makeup. Hirakawa Tetsufumi had seen Hisata at home, and that kind of natural beauty couldn't be created with makeup.

Especially her eyes, her brown eyes flashing with intellectual and gentle brilliance, remind people of the lake, and - "If I want to compare the West Lake to Xi Shi, light makeup or heavy makeup is always suitable" - especially reminds people of this poem.

Young, beautiful, gentle... this is the overall impression that Teacher Hisata gives people.

It was good to have such a female colleague, and it should be said that he was lucky. This gentle teacher always took good care of him - or perhaps it should be said that she was accommodating, for example, even though he won the bet, she still cooked for him after that.

Ok……

So what is the relationship between him and Mr. Hisada?

While lost in thought, when he took the lunch box with both hands, he accidentally touched Hisata's fingers and brushed past them.

Amid the gentle touch, Hirakawa Tetsufumi stared at Hisata and thought about this question seriously.

He and she, colleagues with whom they have a close relationship?

Or what?

Or, in other words, from the perspective of Kitayama-sensei, a teacher who is always gossiping in secret...what is the relationship between him and Hisata-sensei?

It really is……

A question worth pondering.

"..."

"..."

"Teacher Hirakawa."

The voice reached his ears and his eyes refocused. Hisata Moki leaned forward and waved her hand gently in front of his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Ah...nothing."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi came back to his senses and smiled lightly.

“I was just looking forward to Hisada-sensei’s cooking, thinking it would be great to be able to taste it.”

"……Eh."

"Then—" Hirakawa Tetsufumi put the bento on the table, looking like he was about to start eating, "Let's get started!"

"--stop."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Hisada Mashu looked at him in confusion: "Teacher Hirakawa, have you forgotten something?"

"what?"

"Teacher Hirakawa, are you planning to eat both bentos by yourself?"

"……Feel sorry."

I completely forgot about it after being interrupted by Teacher Kitayama. It's all her fault.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi smiled apologetically and handed the bento he had made on the table to Hisada Moki.

"Please Mr. Kuta taste it."

"Well, that's right."

Hisada Masu took the lunch box.

"Is the lunch still hot?"

"Of course, I made this this morning and put it in the incubator to keep it warm."

Different from many raw and cold dishes in Japanese cuisine, Chinese dishes are more focused on being eaten while hot. If they are cooled, the flavor will change completely.

"I am truly honored to have gotten the lazy Mr. Hirakawa to wake up early."

"…Is this sarcasm or a compliment?"

“It’s a compliment.”

"Okay." Hirakawa Tetsufumi replied reluctantly.

But such little things are not important.

He opened Hisata's bento, and the food, which was originally separated by a layer of plastic and had bright colors, suddenly came into clear view.

Regardless of whether it is delicious or not, the presentation alone is pleasing to the eye.

Colorful combinations, neatly classified and placed.

The white is dotted with black bits and pieces. There are rice balls sprinkled with seaweed crumbs, the brown ones are hamburger patties with sauce, and there are tempura with light red shrimp tails, yellow egg rolls, green broccoli, and bright red tomatoes.

I have to say, the exquisite presentation looks appetizing.

"It looks very good." Tetsufumi Hirakawa praised.

Judging from the perspective of color, aroma and taste, although cold dishes have basically no aroma, they can still score very high in the "color" aspect.

"Of course." Hisada Masu was also very satisfied with her own plating.

In order to make this bento box appetizing as soon as it is opened, it takes almost as much time to arrange the dish as it does to cook.

Hisada Masaki responded to Hirakawa Tetsufumi's compliment and opened the bento in front of her.

The faint heat and rising fragrance immediately hit my nose.

She sniffed it gently.

It can be seen that Tetsufumi Hirakawa did not lie. This was definitely made this morning and quickly put into the insulated box to keep warm.

The dishes were separated and there was no odor mixing, and each dish exuded its own aroma.

“It smells really good.”

It’s a good habit to reciprocate, and Hisada Masu also praised her.

"It looks like a draw for now."

"A draw for now?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, Mr. Hisada's presentation is better than mine, but I also win in terms of smell. So if I score based on color, aroma, and taste, I'm tied with Mr. Hisada in terms of color and aroma."

"Is that so?" Hisada Mashu understood. "Then the next thing is the most important thing, the taste. How should we score it?"

"--let me!"

Before Tetsufumi Hirakawa could even open his mouth, Mr. Kitayama, who was watching the fun, raised his hand impatiently.

"I must be the one to handle such an interesting matter. And don't worry, I will be absolutely fair."

"..." Hirakawa Tetsufumi stared at the enthusiastic Kitayama teacher, stunned for a moment, then nodded helplessly, "It is indeed the most fair way to let a third person score. But-"

"but what?"

Tetsufumi Hirakawa did not answer first, but took out the disposable knife that he had prepared long ago and picked up a small piece of hamburger meat.

The tender meat flavor combined with the refreshing sauce instantly blooms in your mouth.

After swallowing it, he answered slowly.

"The bento made by Hisada-sensei himself, the first bite must belong to me."

"..."

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