noon.

"Supansansan, let's have a meal together."

The young man wearing glasses walked to the top and invited lunch.

His name is Kitagawa Kyoya, who is responsible for the production of the game. His main work is to control the progress of the game production and connect with personnel from various positions. It is a very important position as a blender.

Kitagawa Kyoya is similar to the age of the best and joins the company one year later than the best and is the best and is the junior of the best and company.

"Sorry, I won't do it today. I have a bento."

"Hey...Shengsang will bring bento to the company, which is rare."

He was right. This was the first time since Zui Shanghe Ren married Zui Shang Saori and prepared lunch boxes for him.

Previously, the best-seller had always been to go to the company's restaurant with colleagues in the company or Yoshinoya near the company to solve the dining problem.

Therefore, there have been inexplicable rumors in the company that there have been disagreements in the relationship between the best and the newlywed wife.

"Ah! Is it a beloved wife's bet?!"

"You know a lot."

If the bento prepared by the wife can be called the beloved wife’s bento, then the best and the other person really can’t refute anything.

"It's so good... I want to try it out for a while, too.

When I went out in the morning, my wife gently and carefully tied my tie for me, then handed the bento box to me, waved her hand and said to me, "Be careful on the road." Kitagawa Kyoshi was full of longing.

Have you installed surveillance at my home?

"Is it okay to let your girlfriend do it?" The last guy tried to suggest.

"Super Sang, are you sarcasticating me?" Kitagawa Kyoto also smiled bitterly.

"Why?"

"I just broke up with my girlfriend last week."

Ah this...

The last one didn't know what to say, so he had to stand up and gently pat Kitagawa Kyoya's shoulder:

"Selling~" (Don't care)

"Or I can share you with me."

"Hey? How can that work!

I'll just go to Yoshinoya, and then enjoy your beloved wife's bento."

After Kitagawa Kyoya left, he picked up the lunch box with someone and prepared to find a place to enjoy lunch.

After a walk around, I went to the public tea room in the department office area with me.

At this time, the tea room was empty. After finding a corner with the person, he sat down and opened the bento prepared by Saori, the Sun-Shanghai.

"Does your beloved wife bento?...I always feel a little weird."

The bento is divided into two layers, one layer of dishes, fried meatballs, thick egg roast, octopus sausage, and boiled broccoli. The other layer is rice covered with seaweed slices.

In addition, there is a thermos cup, unscrewed the lid, and a rich fragrance comes to you.

There are rice, dishes and soup, which can be said to be quite rich.

He took out the chopsticks and was about to pick up a fried meatball and put it in his mouth. Suddenly he thought of something. After a moment of stunned silence, he didn't even understand what it was because of his own psychology. He clasped his hands together and said softly:

"I'm starting to move."

The fried meatballs have a trace of residual heat. Although they are not as crisp as they were when they were just out of the pot, they have a unique taste. After biting it, the gravy bursts on the tip of the tongue and flies back and forth in the mouth, making it extremely delicious.

The best thing I started to fall in love with this taste.

He never thought he was a greedy person, but Saori's hand-made dishes always make him inexplicably thrilled.

Perhaps, this is the mark left by the original owner on this body, and maybe it may be.

This mark always reminds the best and the most harmonious person.

"You are just a raider."

...

"That... can I sit like this?"

A sweet young female voice came from beside her. She looked up at the top and saw the woman asking her eyes.

"Ah! You're from the morning..."

Perhaps because she kept bowing her head to eat when she came in, she noticed the appearance of the Supreme Hero.

"Good noon, Miss Hanus."

"Hey? You remember my name."

"Shouldn't this be a basic etiquette?" He tilted his head.

He has tried his best to get used to the cumbersome etiquette of the island country and the hard-to-remember names.

If it were in China, it would be fine if he just shouted "Old Girl" in such a private occasion. It would be very troublesome. He still likes to be a Chinese.

"Well...yes, yes, good afternoon, senior." She seemed a little restrained.

"Sit down."

There was only one square table in the tea room, so Hanusaka Masao came over to talk to him, but she didn't expect that the person she sat here would be the best person she met in the elevator in the morning.

Hanus Masaho gently pulled open the chair, and sat on the top opposite the person with his hands.

She looked up carefully at the top of the man, with her refreshing black hair, meticulous dark suit, and her eating posture as if she was an elegant noble in a TV series.

Is this the elite white-collar workers in metropolis?

Hanus Masaho, who had just arrived in Tokyo, was quietly thinking in his heart.

The top-sex people are calm on the surface, but in fact they already feel Hanusaka Maho's sight, just pretending to be deep.

He was consciously imitating his former "superiority" behavior, in order not to cause trouble for himself, even if this would make him feel awkward.

Over the past month, he has felt too many similar gazes. It is impossible to say that women are superficial animals who look at their faces. After all, relying on this face to report on Johnnys, I am afraid that they will soon become popular all over the country, and we cannot blame them.

In fact, in the original owner's memory, there are countless examples of the best people in his student days invited by a scout to join the firm.

The lunch at Hanusan Maho is red bean bread and milk bought in convenience stores.

Even so, she still said seriously, "I started to move" before tearing open the packaging bag of the red bean bread.

The best thing I think is that even the islanders would shout like this even when they eat bread. This is the first time I have seen it.

Hanus Maho seemed to feel the best sight and smiled embarrassedly.

"I just came to Tokyo and I live in the place where I don't have the equipment to cook."

"That's how it is."

The best thing is that people don’t care about such information.

"The most senior's bento is so rich and the dishes are beautiful. Are these prepared by yourself?"

Hanus Maho praised, girls are always attracted by the appearance, even the bento.

The last one looked at her strangely: "It was made by my family."

"Ah! Sorry, I don't mean to inquire."

She waved her hands in panic, feeling a little at a loss.

I shook my head with the others, not intending to go deeper into this topic.

"Are you still used to work?"

"It's still...it's fine."

"Why didn't you go to have dinner with your colleagues in the group?"

"My staff meal card has not been completed yet, and I specially bought bread for lunch in the morning." Hanusan Masaho smiled shyly. She seemed not good at dealing with people.

The last one looked at her in surprise: "Didn't the seniors in the group invite you to have dinner together?"

"A senior talked to me, but I was embarrassed to come here."

The expression of surprise appeared with the person at the top.

It must be because she was embarrassed to eat in the office area and she found the tea room because she saw someone eating bento here, so she walked in.

"Is this your first job?"

The behavior of Hanan Masaho shows is really not like a social person, with a student spirit that is not lost.

"Yes...yes, after graduating from college, I stayed in my hometown for a while, and after discussing with my family, I finally agreed to let me come to Tokyo to work."

"one person?"

"Well, because I don't know relatives here in Tokyo, I live alone."

“Very awesome.”

"Hey? No, there's no such thing!"

This is not a polite word. For the young man who lived at his mother's house until he was twenty-eight years old.

After graduating from college, he left his hometown and came to the bustling metropolis where he had no relatives. He really felt that it was amazing.

At the very end, I stopped talking to others and took a sip of the soup in the thermos. Twenty minutes have passed after an hour of lunch break.

Hananaka Masao secretly glanced at the handsome senior in the workplace in front of him, slightly opened his pink lips and bit off the red bean bread in his hand.

Today's bread seems to be sweeter than usual.
Chapter completed!