I don’t know why, maybe I was moved by the words in my dream.

Even if this is not reality, the younger brother in front of me said it himself...

Xiaolan looked up at the boy who was still standing in front of the door. His appearance and figure gradually began to correspond to the boy in red clothes in the dream, and finally they overlapped.

I don't know why, but Mao Lilan feels a kind of sadness whenever she thinks of what the boy said in her dream.

However, I still long for that feeling and that care.

Different from Kudo Shinichi's expectations for the future, in Kousei's emotions, Mao Lilan can clearly feel her own selfishness, which is also the only selfishness.

It would be great if my brother could stay with me like this forever.

"Sister, it's time to get up."

Gong Sheng took a look at this boudoir, and in certain places, there were special private items belonging to certain girls.

The computer on the desk is still in standby and connected to the power supply. There is a red scarf next to it, and it seems that the thread of the scarf is being re-sewed.

"Well, I'll get up right now..."

Covering her head, Xiaolan suddenly woke up from the nightmare and was still a little dizzy.

"Okay, you change clothes and I'll close the door for you. I also brought breakfast. There's no need to rush."

After saying that, he was ready to close the door.

At least Kousei was not prepared to spy on his sister as she changed her clothes, and he had no need to do so.

But when I turned around...

"Kousheng!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the other side of the bed. Mao Lilan wrapped herself in a quilt, seeming to be hesitating.

The feet that had originally left the room stopped, and Kousei looked at his sister.

"Well, my hands are a little...can you..." He suddenly stopped.

Xiaolan's face became rosy, and at the same time, images from her dream and the emotions of the boy in her dream kept popping up in her mind.

He's his younger brother, so it shouldn't matter...right?

His eyes were watching the boy's expression.

"I injured my hand during training, and knitting a scarf consumes the toughness of my muscles. There's no way I can do that right now, right?"

I found out yesterday...

Gongsheng knew about this, so he came over in the morning.

At the same time, there was the sound of footsteps going upstairs from the direction of the stairway.

"Wait a minute, I have already called Suzuki Sonoko. It will be better if she is here."

Not even my younger brother!

The same applies even if it’s a boyfriend!

And, not even my father can do it!

One of the things that makes Gongsheng not very adaptable to Neon is this aspect. Maybe this situation can happen in other Neon families.

But Kousheng cannot do this.

While I was talking, there was a knock on the door over there, but I found that the door was not closed, so I just opened the door and came in.

Suzuki Sonoko looked in the direction of Mao Lilan's bedroom, and Kousei was standing in front of the door.

The moment I met the boy's eyes, my heart suddenly felt lifted and my breathing began to quicken.

‘I am his leader’, ‘I am his sponsor’, ‘I must make him work’…

Suzuki Sonoko kept suppressing her emotional side with rationality, looking squarely at her best friend's brother in front of her, while holding a stack of legal documents in her hands.

"Okay, sister, Suzuki Sonoko is here. If it's inconvenient, just ask her."

Kousei made way to open the door, indicating that Suzuki Sonoko could go in.

At the same time, he took the legal documents from the other party's hand.

The door behind slowly closed.

You can hear the voices, communication and greetings of the two girls in the room.

A smile appeared on Kousei's lips.

"That's it, that's it. I just need to hold the shield."

The nerves in the brain are connected, which is the highest level of "skill".

Although Gongsheng cannot reach the highest state for the time being, he can secretly complete the connection between heaven and man and connect cause and effect.

So...everything in the dream is real.

Those words were words that Gongsheng could only dare to say in a dream.

But here is the reality.

"I can't let my naivety cause trouble to my sister."

Open the two lunch boxes, as well as the thermal box containing the beef buns, and place them on the table.

It had only been seven days. Gongsheng raised his left hand to look at the time.

Take out the computer from the backpack, leave one of the eight documents ready to start work, and put the other seven into the backpack.

The sound of frantically typing on the keyboard reappeared.

The hands fly like butterfly wings.

...

Waiting until the two girls spent a long time in the room, when they came out again, the sister's face was still a little unscientific and rosy.

Suzuki Sonoko's face had an expression of enjoyment, and she kept saying "marshmallow" in her mouth.

Breakfast has been prepared on the table, but Kogoro Mori hasn't come back yet.

"Yuanzi, I'm going to wash up first, and you can eat first. My brother's cooking is more delicious than mine, so hurry up and try it!"

After saying something to her best friend, Xiaolan trotted towards the bathroom.

The only people left in the living room were Kousei who was coding crazily, and Suzuki Sonoko who was sitting opposite Kousei and devoured a beef bun.

‘How delicious can it be’

With this thought in mind, Suzuki Sonoko bit into the beef bun in her hand.

The first thing that comes into contact is the dough, which has a fluffy texture. When you hold it between your teeth, it feels as soft as eating marshmallows. You can bite it off easily. The dough is very soft and is gently squeezed by your tongue.

The overflowing beef sauce gushes out from the moment the dough protection disappears, with tongue-burning heat and a rich meaty aroma. It rushes into the mouth, and the fresh and strong taste is followed by the three ingredients of gravy, sauce and oil.

parts, together impacting the ultimate taste buds.

The final beef filling…

With a roasted texture and full of chewy texture, the meatballs of beef filling are easily crushed by the teeth, but cannot be separated at the moment of biting.

A strong chewiness allows Sonoko to use his upper and lower teeth more quickly to turn the beef filling into meat residue and swallow it together with the juice. The plump meat carries high-temperature heat, passes through the esophagus, and finally falls into the stomach.

It was a moment of sublimation, as if the entire stomach was burning, heat was continuously transferred throughout the body, and the feeling of fullness made people full of energy.

Yuanzi has not fully recovered from the weakness and coldness caused by a severe cold before.

But at this moment, it seems that a force has been injected into it!

Sweat broke out on the forehead, and the cold air from the whole body was continuously discharged. The sense of energy stimulated the appetite, and he chewed more chunks, eating the meat buns in front of him.

There is no trace of weakening, and the whole body is full of strength.

“So delicious!!!”

Kousei, who was typing, tilted his head slightly and looked at Suzuki Sonoko who was applauding from behind the laptop screen.

The other party didn't notice that the oil from the meat buns slipped from her hands and chin, dripping on her sleeves and collar.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

He took out a pack of napkins from his backpack, pulled out two and handed them to Sonoko who was sitting opposite him.

“But this is my first time eating such delicious beef buns!”

Before taking it back, it was really delicious!

At this moment, Suzuki Sonoko was particularly envious of the Maori family's genes. Xiaolan had a beautiful face, was very strong in karate, had a good academic background, and her cooking skills were also very good in her opinion.

But this younger brother seems to be better than his master!

"Don't worry, tell me next time you want to eat and I can make it for you."

Are these the taste buds of mortals?

After feeling a little emotional, Gongsheng turned over a page of legal documents and continued to immerse himself in his work.
To be continued...