Holding a shopping bag and standing at the door of the apartment, Kimura Hiroshi hesitated for two or three seconds, then rang the doorbell. After a while, the door opened. What appeared in front of Kimura Hiroshi was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a light painted face.

Akina Nakamori's makeup and hair tied up.

This was the first time he saw Akina Nakamori dressed up so simply. When he saw her before, she always wore more formal makeup and tried to be as adult as possible. Now she looks like a junior high school student, very young and a bit

Like Arale.

"Ah, Kimura-san, you came so quickly. Come in quickly, slippers are ready for you." Seeing Kimura Hiro, Nakamori Akina always had an uncontrollable smile on her face, dragging her injured leg.

I need to get Kimura Hiro slippers.

How could a wounded person be left busy? Hiroshi Kimura hurriedly walked in and held her hand, "Don't move around. The wounded person needs a good rest. I'll get the slippers myself."

After changing into slippers, Kimura Hiroshi took the shopping bag and helped Nakamori Akina to the living room. The layout of this apartment was similar to the one he lived in, except that Nakamori Akina's apartment was obviously cleaner than him, with very little dust, and even the furniture had many colors.

They are relatively dark, and some are even black. They don't look like the decoration that a girl's residence should have at all.

The TV was on. I guess I was watching TV just now. There was a potted plant on the window sill behind me. Kimura Hiro recognized it. It was the one they took away from the sushi restaurant last time. Unexpectedly, it was actually saved.

She also took her home with her.

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

"This is 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." Kimura Hiroshi warned.

Unexpectedly, Akina Nakamori was not happy to hear the word fat. Apparently she still had fresh memories of the argument about one kilogram in the hospital yesterday.

"Forty-nine kilograms, not fat at all. I want to eat it tonight." She was acting like a child.

Kimura Hiroshi had no intention of arguing with her, nor did he answer her words. Instead, he said, "Ah, it's almost one o'clock. It will be very late if you don't cook. Eat an apple first, and I'll cook for you at noon."

If so, how about eating pork ribs and seaweed soup, fried chicken steak and stir-fried cauliflower?"

Listening to the name of the dish, Akina Nakamori nodded repeatedly. In fact, she can eat anything. In fact, what she wants is Kimura Hiroshi's care and concern. The feeling that someone remembers and cares about her really makes her addicted, especially when the other person is very gentle.

When the time came, it made her even more want to stop.

"Then I'll go get ready. Eat an apple and watch TV. It'll be ready in about forty minutes. Ah, the kitchen is quite complete." Kimura Hiroshi ordered as he walked into the kitchen with the things, like

Just like at home.

There is no shortage of kitchen utensils, which saves Kimura Hiro a lot of trouble. Otherwise, he would have to go out and buy them, which would waste a lot of time.

After washing the ingredients, preparing the ribs first, stewing the soup, and then making dishes, Kimura Hiroshi was busy in the kitchen. He glanced towards the kitchen door and saw Akina Nakamori, who didn't know when to make a meal.

Standing there with only one foot, looking at him quietly.

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

Then I washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen."

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

"Cooking? Akina-san can cook?" Kimura Hiroshi was surprised. She really knows how to cook? Kimura Hiroshi suspected that his memory was biased.

"Yes, it's just that many of them are not very good, but I am best at making cabbage and can make various flavors. It is at this time that cabbage is the cheapest. In the past, you could buy four for eighty yen. In order to prevent my family from complaining.

I always eat cabbage, I can make various flavors, let Kimura-san taste it if you have time."

Speaking of this, Akina Nakamori is so proud. She doesn't care about her current status as a top idol singer. She talks about how to buy groceries cheaply and how to cook them, just like a very ordinary, somewhat poor, homely girl.

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

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

Eat such delicious food.”

Putting a bowl of rice in front of Nakamori Akina, Kimura Hiroshi urged her to "eat quickly. You haven't eaten for a day. If you sleep so late, you must not get up to eat in the morning."

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

As he said that, he picked up a piece of chicken steak and took a big bite. Kimura Hiro also picked up his rice bowl and picked up a piece of cauliflower. But at this time, he discovered something very important.

"Hey, why hasn't Ms. Noriko sent a lunch box? It's already 1:40. It's too late. Isn't she afraid that Akina-san will be hungry?" Kimura Hiroshi asked.

After swallowing the chicken cutlet in her mouth, Nakamori Akina quickly explained, "Ah, she said she had something to deal with. She originally wanted another staff member to deliver a bento to me. I think Kimura-san is coming to cook for me.

, I told him not to come."

Nakamori Akina's face turned red whenever she lied, but Kimura Hiroshi didn't notice it. He nodded, "So that's it. It's true. She doesn't care about the injured artist at all."

She kept apologizing to Miss Noriko in her heart, full of guilt, but she also felt a faint sense of joy. It was just her and Kimura-san, the two of them were sitting at the table eating, and Kimura-san cooked it himself. She liked them both.

Such quiet solitude.

Chewing slowly, the two of them ate for half an hour before finishing. After clearing the dishes, Kimura Hiroshi helped Akina Nakamori walk around the room. After eating, you should not sit or lie down immediately. It is best to be able to move.

This is even more important for the wounded.

After doing this, Kimura Hiroshi did not go back immediately. Instead, he sat on the sofa and watched TV with Nakamori Akina. The two 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 go beyond this point.

line, watching TV programs and chatting at the same time.

I didn't expect Akina Nakamori to be so eloquent, so she kept talking until the evening. Kimura Hiroshi didn't want to watch Akina Nakamori eat a bento at night, so he went down to buy something and came back with the leftover sparerib soup from lunch. He stayed there until after dinner.

Then he got up and left.

"Then I'll go back. I must go to bed early tonight, do you understand?" Before leaving, Kimura Hiroshi gave a stern warning. No matter how much you like watching TV, you should have a good rest if you are injured.

She kept nodding, but seeing Kimura Hiroshi about to leave, Nakamori Akina felt a little depressed. She actually wanted to say something, but she held back, "I understand, Kimura-san, you should go back quickly.

Remember to give me a call when you get home."
Chapter completed!