Anime heroines don't hate me

Chapter 25 Drinking soup for Zhao
A small table in a small, dimly lit room.

There are four side dishes, four bowls of rice, four portions of miso soup and two plates of pickles placed on the low table.

For a combination of three men and one woman, it may not be enough.

The poverty of the Uesugi family is by no means in vain.

Nanjo Akira picked up a shredded potato mixed with sauce with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"Wow, it's delicious. Seye will be a good wife when she grows up."

He gave a thumbs up and praised Uesugi Seha sitting opposite without hesitation.

Uesugi Seha is wearing overalls, braided upside down, round face, big eyes, pure and natural, sweet and cute, making people subconsciously want to hold her in her arms and rub her face.

She is a sixth grader in elementary school, a cute little loli, who can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, is a younger sister at home, and a wingman when she goes out.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Uesugi's father and his son Uesugi Fuutarou sat down on both sides of Nanjo Akira, and gave the seat opposite him to Uesugi Seha.

That location is the farthest from Nanjo Akira.

"As long as you like it, eat more."

Hearing Nanjo Akira's praise, Uesugi Seha smiled sweetly, and Nanjo Akira couldn't help but look at her cute appearance a few more times, shouting Long live Lolita in his heart.

"Well, I'll eat more."

Nanjo Akira picked up another chopstick of potato shreds, mixed it with rice, and put it in his mouth, his cheeks were stuffed full, and he bulged when he chewed.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Seeing Nanjo Akira eating well, Uesugi Seha stopped eating, holding his chin in both hands, staring at him with bright eyes.

"It's delicious, the dishes are delicious, the rice is delicious, everything is delicious." Akira Nanjo swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his lips indiscriminately, raised his head, and said with a sob:

"I'm an orphan. I grew up so big. No one has ever cooked for me. Let me eat such delicious food. Thank you, Seba, for making me feel like home."

The young Uesugi Seha had never seen such a scene before, and she couldn't help being stunned. She saw the handsome little brother sitting in front of her with red eyes and tears rolling in her eyes, but she deliberately raised her head to keep the tears from falling. She was so moved .

"Brother Zhao, please eat more," the man cried without crying, but before he reached the sad point, Uesugi Seha was overflowing with motherly love. He glared at Uesugi Fuutarou who wanted to say something, picked up the shredded potatoes, and poured them all into Nanjo. Zhao Wanli.

"There are still these, I'll pick them up for you." Not forgetting the two family members, whose stomachs still need to be taken care of, Uesugiseha did not pour out the remaining three dishes, but stood up and used chopsticks to pick up the chicken for Nanjo Akira. Rolls, tofu and tempura.

"Seha, you are so kind. If you were my sister, I would be very happy." Nanjo Akira wiped away his tears, looked down at the bowl full of shredded potatoes, and almost couldn't control his body and ran away.

The purpose of his pretending to be pitiful is to close the relationship with Uesugi Seha, not to eat shredded potatoes. This shredded potatoes are not fried, but mixed with sauce. The stomach may not be able to bear it.

"Brother Aki, you don't have enough rice, I'll give you some more," Uesugi Seha didn't know Nanjo Akira's thoughts, stood by the table, leaned forward, and gave him more rice with a serious face.

She only made four bowls of rice, and she gave it to Akira Nanjo from her own bowl.

"Enough is enough," Nanjo Akira belatedly stretched out his hand to dissuade, "No matter how delicious it is, don't eat too much, or I will be stuffed to death."

"It's okay, eat slowly," Uesugi Seha sat down again, with a gratified smile on his face, as if he had seen our son grow up.

"I, I have eaten."

Two sharp gazes shot over, Nanjo Akira didn't dare to look at Uesugi and his son beside him, bowed his head in silence, and kept eating rice.

"Seha, my brother wants to eat tempura."

Fuutarou's expectant voice sounded.

Little sister Seye glanced at him and refused to tolerate him:
"You are such a big man, you can do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

Fuutarou's eyes were gloomy, his head drooped weakly, the back of his hand rested on his forehead, and he sighed in various ways.

It feels uncomfortable for my sister to care about an outsider but not her own brother.

'I see. No wonder Er Nao hates me and A Zhao. '

At this moment, Fuutarou realized something in his heart and grew a lot.

"Nanjo," suddenly, Uesugi's father put down his chopsticks, slapped Nanjo on the back several times, and said anxiously:

"Are you choking? I think something's wrong with your face. Quick, drink some miso soup."

While he was talking, he brought a bowl of miso soup, grinned grinningly, and poured it into Akira Nanjo's mouth.

"No, I don't, gurgling..."

The miso soup went down the throat and entered the stomach. Akira Nanjo didn't dare to struggle, fearing that the miso soup would spill out and embarrass everyone, so he was forced to accept the violent behavior of Uesugi's father.

A bowl of miso soup is fine.

Uesugi's father stopped, and Nanjo Akira hiccupped, feeling that he was doing well again.

"Don't forget to eat," Uesugi's father pointed to the half bowl of food in front of Akira Nanjo, and said amiably:
"Don't waste food, our family doesn't like guests who waste food."

"I also don't like people who waste food, of course they will finish it."

Akira Nanjo picked up the rice, and under Uesugi Seha's concerned gaze, he smiled brightly, and desperately ate the rice as if he were dying.

"Slow down, no one is fighting you."

Futaro Uesugi patted Akira Nanjo's back with one hand and handed over a bowl of miso soup with the other hand, "Drink some miso soup. Don't choke. Don't say anything. Come here, I'll feed you."

Before Nanjo Akira could swallow the food in his mouth, he experienced despair again. He watched helplessly as Fuutarou picked up the miso soup and poured it into his mouth. His movements and smile were exactly the same as his father's.

After finishing the second bowl of miso soup, Nanjo waved his hand feebly and said in advance: "No, I can't drink anymore."

Uesugi's father kindly reminded: "You also have a bowl of miso soup, don't forget to drink it."

Fuutarou smiled happily: "Don't forget to eat the food, there is still half a bowl."

Are you the devil?

Akira Nanjo complained in his heart and slowed down his eating speed.

Facts have proved that the Uesugi father and son are more terrifying than the devil. While speeding up their eating speed, they vainly tried to disturb Nanjo Akira's mind, and at the same time they sang and talked about cross talk.

"Nanjo, don't stop, eat, delicious potato shreds."

"Delicious shredded potatoes are available today, but may not be available tomorrow."

"Se Ye seldom makes potato shreds. If you come today, she will make it right away. This means that this plate of potato shreds should be eaten by you."

"That's right, Azhao, I don't know when you will come next time. You should eat more this time. Don't be polite to us."

"Nanjo, speed up, isn't Seba's cooking delicious?"

"That's right, we're almost done eating, you can't hold back."

……

Two bastards, wait for me.

Nanjo Akira cursed secretly, tried hard to finish the meal, and looked at the last bowl of miso soup with a headache.

I can't drink any more, I'm afraid I'll be too full to walk after eating this bowl of miso soup.

Uesugi and his son continued to urge, Nanjo Akira quietly pulled down his trouser belt, straightened his back, and took a sip of miso soup.

Good hold!

At this moment, two little hands reached out and took away his miso soup. It was the kind little sister Uesugi who came to Akira Nanjo at some point.

Little sister Uesugi was holding miso soup and blaming the two unscrupulous family members:

"Why are you bullying brother Zhao? Didn't you see that he couldn't drink?"

"That's right, they bullied me." Akira Nanjo complained quickly: "The miso soup made by Seba is indeed delicious, but I really can't drink it."

"Brother Zhao is an idiot, he can't drink anymore."

"Food can't be wasted," Akira Nanjo sneered, firmly refusing to admit that Uesugi and his son drove the ducks to the shelves, and couldn't find the steps.

"It's okay, I'll drink it for you," little sister Uesugi picked up the miso soup and drank it all in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)