Daily life in Zongman: There's something wrong with their eyes

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With Shirakawa's kind help, three meat dishes and one vegetable dish were soon served on the table.

“Is this Chinese food?”

"Well, I hope you don't have any dietary restrictions."

Not paying special attention to the situation in the kitchen, Rita looked at the colorful, fragrant and delicious dishes and opened her mouth blankly to speak again.

"I'd rather say I like Chinese food, but was this really made by Mashiro?"

Shiina Mashiro, who was sitting on the chair, was stating the facts in a declarative tone, with a hint of seeking credit on her face as she moved slightly.

"I did it."

Shirakawa-shi stared at Mashiro, who looked so adorable at the moment.

Thinking back to the time when I had made unbridled demands on the pure elf-like girl, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

However, the guilt disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a strange feeling of defiling something holy.

The only thing that made him quite regretful was.

Considering that Rita was waiting, Shirakawa Shiki didn't dare to go too far. He just had a quick moment of tenderness with Mashiro before leaving.

Chapter 518: Is it because Yazi is not here?

"I did it."

Shiina Mashiro said with pride, pointing to a plate of blackened chicken.

Rita tapped several other dishes that looked very good, then looked at the plate of chicken that was obviously not made by the same person, and her face twitched strangely several times.

Sure enough...it was too early for her to have expectations.

Mashiro is still the same Mashiro, putting all her heart and soul into painting, oblivious to the world outside and unable to even take care of herself.

However, judging by Mashiro's personality in the past, she probably wasn't the type to show off...

With this thought in mind, Rita met the pair of eyes filled with expectation and praise, and couldn't help but secretly sigh at how much the other person had changed.

She had clearly felt it just now. Compared to her previous slender and fragile figure, Mashiro had become much fuller in the past few months, especially in a place that women care about.

If Mashiro used to be a green apple, now she is a tempting peach.

"Mashiro has improved a lot compared to before, that's awesome."

Having said that, she turned to look at Shirakawa Shiki who was adding more food to Shoko's plate, and the brightness in her eyes became even brighter.

There is no doubt that the other dishes that look excellent must have been made by the other party.

"It's not bad, it's the Nanami teaching that's good."

Having successfully received praise from his former friends, Shiina Mashiro smiled and picked up a piece of chicken for Shirakawa Shiki, speaking in a slightly cheerful tone.

"Shiki, try it. Rita even praised me."

"Since '910' was made for Rita, why didn't Mashiro give it to Rita first?"

Hearing this, Shiina Mashiro seemed not to hear Shirakawa's evasive words, and spoke firmly.

"I want Shiki to eat first. Shiki is the one I care about the most."

Rita's face changed slightly, but she felt that she was not worthy of it and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shirakawa-shi stared at the burnt and over-salted chicken, his eyes twitching for a moment.

He didn't agree at first. After all, he knew without thinking that Mashiro couldn't cook by herself.

But the girl seemed hard to fool, and finally said that it was Rita's first time to visit their house.

She insisted on making a dish for Rita herself, and Shirakawa couldn't stop her, so he just let her do it.

I thought Rita was the victim, but who knew Mashiro wanted him to be the first to have a taste?!

He understood the girl's pure intentions, but that wasn't a reason to poison him...

Shoko excitedly stretched her neck to take a look, then immediately shrunk down with a lack of interest. She couldn't even muster up an appetite.

"Mashiro-nee, what are you doing?"

She was full, but her gluttonous habit had not changed at all.

"Salt and crispy chicken, Nanami said so."

"Shiki, try it now."

Shirakawa Shiki was silent for a few seconds, but in the end he couldn't refuse the beautiful girl's feelings.

Facing those beautiful eyes blinking with anticipation, I gritted my teeth and picked up a piece of chicken and put it into my mouth.

Rita was a little playful and funny, and Shoko's little face was filled with pity and heartache.

Shirakawa Shiki took in the expressions of both men, but he chewed the chicken without changing his expression and then swallowed it.

"Not bad, barely passable."

"Rita, why don't you try it too? After all, Mashiro made it for you."

Mashiro Shiina, who received praise, smiled with a look that everyone could see.

"So happy."

For some reason, Shiina Mashiro always felt that the previous praise for her painting was not worth mentioning, but the praise for her cooking this time made her excited.

Following Shirakawa's words, her gaze also turned to Rita.

"Ok?"

Seeing that Shirakawa-shiki had no difficulty eating it, he even commented that it was good.

Rita guessed that although the appearance was not very good, the taste should be surprisingly delicious.

Therefore, she nodded and followed Shirakawa's example, picking up a piece of chicken and putting it into her mouth to taste it carefully.

But the next second, the taste buds felt a burnt, salty, and strange taste that was hard to describe.

Her whole pretty face was distorted, and she let out a "wow" and vomited instantly.

Shoko, who was just about to pick up her chopsticks and eat together, was so frightened by what she saw that she almost couldn't hold her chopsticks.

“Bah!! Bah bah!!!”

After drinking a few sips of water, Rita finally calmed down. Her face turned pale and she looked at Shirakawa Shika in disbelief.

"How did you manage to eat it so calmly?"

Although Shiina Mashiro is a natural, she is not stupid.

From Rita's action that made her want to vomit everything out, it was obvious that the food she cooked was terrible. She immediately lowered her head in frustration.

Shirakawa touched her head, met Rita's complaining eyes, and smiled faintly without any guilt.

"Rita, what are you talking about? I think it's delicious."

"Mashiro, don't listen to Rita's nonsense and go get me a bowl of rice."

Although judging from Rita's feedback, Shiina Mashiro was quite disappointed.

But the recognition from the most important person in her heart made the girl bloom with bright spirit again.

"Okay, Shiki."

Looking at the ethereal and flawless girl who was coaxed by a few words, he ran into the kitchen.

Rita twitched her still uncomfortable face speechlessly, leaned forward from across the dining table, and asked again without giving up.

"You really think it's delicious? Is it possible that my palate is different from yours?"

Huo......

The charming scent of perfume that the girl had deliberately sprayed on her body and the bottomless ravine between her legs were tossing and swaying in the snow-white waves.

Shirakawa-shiki coughed lightly twice, his eyes feasting on the view without any hesitation, imprinting this desperate situation deeply in his mind.

“Actually, it’s really hard to eat.”

Rita was unaware of her exposed body and looked very uncomfortable.

"It tastes terrible... so what are you doing?"

"But think about it, this is the first time Mashiro has cooked by himself."

"Compared to the taste, don't you think her attitude is more worthy of your attention? She treats you as a true friend."

"Otherwise, with Mashiro's personality, would she cook for you personally?"

Shirakawa Shiki remained expressionless, completely oblivious to what Mashiro had done in the room.

Knowing why Rita came this time, he gave her the impression that Mashiro had changed for the better.

But what he said seemed to be true in Rita's eyes.

Rita was startled when she heard Shirakawa's words, and then turned her head to look at the slender figure in the kitchen who was concentrating on scooping rice with a rice spoon.

In an instant, his eyes were dazed.

This slender figure overlapped with the figure of the girl who was solely focused on painting in Britain, and she couldn't help but have the illusion that the other person was a stranger.

This time she brought Mashiro back to Britain with the intention of letting her return to her previous life where she devoted herself to painting.

But is it really right to go back to the way I was before, not caring about anyone and having no interests other than painting?

"It seems... you're right. So that's what Mashiro has always thought..."

Shirakawa Shiki took in all the changes in her expression and knew that some things should not be overdone, so he changed the subject and chuckled.

"But it doesn't matter. It's indeed not very tasty. Of course, I like it very much."

"One by one, puff!"

Rita, who was a little confused at first, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, then said with a look of suspicion on her face.

"Then why are you eating with such gusto? Are you trying to play a trick on me?"

"How is that possible? You may not trust my judgment, but you must trust my character."

Shirakawa's chest thumped loudly, and Shoko, who was eating and listening to the conversation, couldn't help but laugh.

"Onii-chan, you are shameless."

"Shoko, how could you say that to me?! I'm devastated."

He pretended to be sad, but it was unclear whether it was real or fake.

But as someone who cared about him, Shoko naturally took back her words and changed her tone with a pout.

"Okay, okay...Onii-chan, I won't say anything more."

The innocent little girl's face was so pink and tender, as if she always had a natural blush on her face. Shirakawa suddenly felt like teasing her...

"To make it up to me, Shouko, give me a kiss to show our brother-sister bond?"

Caught off guard by the intimate request, Shoko's face turned red and she stammered.

"Huh?! But there are other people here."

"Since Shouko didn't refuse, does that mean it's okay when there's no one else around?"

"Woo!! I didn't agree!"

Shirakawa's teasing look made Shoko, a junior high school student, blush so much that she groaned in embarrassment.

"I'm ignoring Onii-chan!"

Rita watched the brother and sister playing freely in front of strangers, and couldn't help feeling a little envious.

Come to think of it, she and Mashiro grew up together, but they had never fought like this before.

Even though she had taken care of Mashiro before, Mashiro's personality was cold, and sometimes had a natural dark side that was unbearable.

She had originally planned to directly propose that Mashiro return to Britain with her.

After the fleeting moment of confusion, Rita suddenly forgot about this for some reason and temporarily suppressed it in her heart.

"Shiki, I'm back."

"Mashiro made this beautifully, sit down and eat too."