After returning home, Mogami Kazuto put all the ingredients he bought on the kitchen counter and started preparing dinner.

With the mentality of getting paid to work, Mogami Kazuto is not too repulsive, and it can also improve the proficiency of cooking skills.

Watching Mogami Kazuto busy at the cooking table, Shimizu Arisa could only stand in the living room and watch. The skills she possesses are barely related to cooking.

In other words, only those who are relatively good at eating.

It makes people ponder how many stomach bags she has in her small body.

"Kazuto-san, is there anything I can do to help you?"

There was a small bar between the kitchen and the living room. Arisa Shimizu walked over and sat down on the outside, resting his chin with his hands and looking at Mogami Kazuto who was washing vegetables inside.

"Qing...Yousha, just sit outside."

"Well, okay then."

Qingshui Yousha also knew that he had no cooking skills at all, so he nodded obediently and stopped talking.

Peel the potatoes, cut them into small pieces, and soak them in salt water in an orderly manner.

The pink apron worn on Mogami Kazuto is a bit funny, but it is one of the privileges of being a handsome guy in Tokyo.

The same thing is done by a fat otaku and will be scolded by female high school students, but if it is done by a handsome guy, he will be evaluated as "XX is so cute".

For example, I like dolls, like cooking, and like wearing pink clothes.

This world is so ruthless and unreasonable, just like a junior high school girl who changed her tone from "Onii-chan is my favorite" to "Get out of here, pervert" after entering puberty.

While processing the ingredients, the icon on the upper right side of the field of vision kept flashing. You didn't have to think about it to know that your cooking proficiency was improving.

After finishing the preparations for the meal, Mogami Kazuto glanced at the time, and then looked up at Arisha Shimizu, who was sitting outside the bar and scrolling through his cell phone with his head down.

"Yousha, can you ask Saori when they will go home?"

"good."

As soon as Mogami and Kazuto washed their hands, they received a clear and clear reply.

"Saori said they will have to wait a little longer and arrive home around five o'clock."

"Is it three people?"

"Yes, Saori, Ayarune, and Riyikuma."

"I understand. It's too early to prepare dinner now. Let's take a rest first."

"Thank you for your hard work, Kazuto-san." She laughed innocently again.

Compared to the time when I first moved in, when I saw Mogami and Kazuto, I would be nervous and at a loss, now the water is clear and sandy, and I can already look at Mogami and Kazuto very well.

"Nothing." Mogami Kazuto took off his apron and smiled casually.

Qingshui Yousha held his chin with both hands, and the flesh on his face was squeezed together, like a cute and plump hamster.

"I always feel that Kazuto-san will become a good wife in the future."

"Should I say this to a boy?"

“Fufufu! The point of being a ‘good wife’ is not about gender.

The key is the overall description. Just hearing this word will give rise to a yearning sense of virtuousness.

Guhehe... Kazuto-san doesn’t think so?"

To be honest, Mogami Kazuto is not very good at understanding, and Shimizu Arisa will say some incomprehensible words from time to time. It is a little difficult to communicate with her.

Maybe it's because the thinking circuits of the two brain systems are different.

Even so, Mogami Kazuto had no intention of speaking out to refute, always feeling that it would lead to divine words that he could not understand even more, so it would be better to treat her as a child.

"I see." Mogami Kazuto nodded calmly.

"Ah?! Kazuto-san, can you understand what I'm saying?" Shimizu Yusha looked at Mogami Kazuto in astonishment.

Until now, every time she said something strange like these, she would be greeted with a cold reception, and many of them would turn into an embarrassing situation of "What is this kid talking about?"

"I can still understand Japanese."

"That's not what I meant! Well..."

Qingshui Yousha racked his brains and couldn't think of any good words. He reached out and patted his head, but he still didn't know how to explain it.

Seeing this, Mogami Kazuto picked up the apple from the fruit plate on the bar, washed it, picked up the fruit knife, and neatly cut it into the shape of a little rabbit, placed it on the dinner plate, and handed it to the bar in front of Shimizu Arisa.

"Eat."

"Oh! The little rabbit... so cute."

She was successfully attracted to her attention and stopped thinking about what just happened.

It would be some time before Saori Mogami and the others came back. Kazuto Mogami was sitting on the sofa in the living room, confirming today's anime information.

He is not playing with things like Twitter and SNS. Even the usage rate of Line is very low. Apart from family members and former colleagues, there are almost no other contacts. The most frequently used software on his mobile phone is the alarm clock.

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Even Line's avatar was the original default avatar and had never been changed. Kazuto Mogami didn't care about this aspect, so he never had the idea of ​​changing his avatar.

Island people always have an inexplicable obsession with this kind of place. Changing their hairstyle or changing their avatar on social media will be interpreted as something happening around them, resulting in a change in their mood, which is also known as anger.

Point conversion.

It's really incomprehensible.

If we think according to this logic, those otakus who change their avatars to various favorite cartoon characters every now and then, aren't they changing their moods all day long?

Putting aside such boring thoughts, Mogami Kazuto silently swiped the screen of his phone to confirm the list of light novels to be released next month.

There are all kinds of titles, but without exception, the titles are extremely long.

Just like when his parents rarely took him on a trip when he was a child, on the way to the countryside, he happily admired the scenery along the way, but suddenly escaped into a dark tunnel with no end in sight.

Time passed by little by little. Seeing that the time was almost gone, Mogami Kazuto threw down his cell phone and returned to the cooking table again.

There was no sign of Arisa Shimizu in the living room. Maybe Mogami Kazuto went upstairs while he was concentrating on confirming the information about the novel.

Without paying attention to these details, Mogami Kazuto put on an apron and started preparing today's dinner.

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…

It was just after 5:00 in the afternoon. I took a look at the curry that was simmering in the pot, scooped out a little and tasted it. It was quite good.

It is worthy of being made by a master of lv4. If this craftsmanship is used to open a store, I am afraid that branches will be opened throughout Tokyo soon.

Take out the fried pork chops from the oil pan until crispy, place them on the strainer above the oil pan, and wait for the temperature to cool down before frying again.

At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning and the conversation of several young women came from the entrance.

"Is this the man's love house?"

"Don't make fun of me."

"I'm back."

"excuse me."

"excuse me."
Chapter completed!