Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

"Is it really that delicious? Su Qingjun must be kidding me."

Su Qing's eating style is actually a bit exaggerated. He eats one mouthful after another, and would choose to drink some soup when he eats too much and can't swallow it. He would also mutter "delicious" to himself from time to time, as if it were a compliment to himself, or as if it were his own emotion.

Shiina Mahiru felt this was very new and fresh. She had never cooked for anyone except her parents, but she had cooked some simple dishes in her home economics class. The teacher often gave her high marks and praised her for her good cooking. He also asked her if she had learned it specifically. The girls in the same group also said that the dishes tasted very good.

However, this was the first time Shiina Mahiru had seen someone praise so exaggeratedly by Su Qing, but she instinctively felt that Su Qing was not deliberately flattering or exaggerating.

A person's subconscious actions cannot deceive others, and Su Qing's hearty meal and smiling face cannot be faked. No, to be precise, these can be deceived with superb acting skills, but the sense of happiness that fills the air because of eating food that he truly approves of cannot be performed.

After Shiina Mahiru finished speaking, she just looked at Su Qing's pretty face quietly, feeling itchy in her heart, as if something was taking root and sprouting.

But Su Qing was anxious. You can question me, but you can never question the Angel's cooking, even if the person is the Angel himself. This is just like the dead Bai Yueguang is the best Bai Yueguang, so it is useless for Bai Yueguang himself to come! This is our Day Gate!

Su Qing raised his head and was about to refute fiercely, but he saw that the angel was supporting his chin with both hands, his little head slightly tilted, the corners of his mouth curved, and he was smiling. Although his tone was clearly asking him, his mood called happiness was beyond words. However, the loneliness hidden deep in his heart was accurately captured by Su Qing.

"Shiina, I don't know how others evaluate your cooking, but I can definitely feel your seriousness and the love you put into your cooking."

When Su Qing spoke, his eyes were looking directly into Shiina Mahiru's caramel-colored eyes, as if he wanted to see through her heart. His tone was extremely serious, and as if he felt that it was not enough, he continued.

"I feel happiness from your cooking. Please believe me."

"Happy? ..."

Shiina Mahiru's eyes suddenly dimmed, with a hint of a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and muttered to himself, not knowing what he was saying.

How to put it, the girl's head is round and her hair looks very smooth. In conclusion, Su Qing wants to rub it.

So, Su Qing really got the hang of it this time.

Su Qing stood up, slowly approached, gently stretched out his hand, and gently placed it on the girl's head, as if treating a wounded kitten. His fingers were slightly bent, like a flower blooming in spring, soft and full of vitality.

When his fingers finally touched the girl's hair, Su Qing felt more realistically the scent of gardenia coming from her hair, as well as the fragility buried deep within.

The girl's body trembled slightly, as if she had sensed something, or as if she was touched by the sudden warmth.

So warm... just like that day...

Shiina Mahiru suddenly wanted to see his face again and look more closely at those gentle eyes. But she didn't look up, she just glanced up through the gap between her eyelids, but she didn't expect to meet Su Qing's caring and gentle eyes.

Just at this moment, Shiina Mahiru lowered her head like a frightened rabbit, and her eyes no longer glanced upwards. She had obviously done nothing wrong, but her heart was beating violently at this moment.

What kind of feeling is this? Why am I so nervous? My heart is beating so fast. No, maybe it would be more appropriate to say that I am jumping for joy?

Shiina Mahiru was very confused at this moment. She didn't understand why she was like this. Her classmates in school had never been like this before. This feeling was the first time she had experienced it since she was born.

If, if I could always watch Su Qingjun eating so happily, would I also be able to feel "happiness" and understand this feeling?

Su Qing had fallen into silence at this time. He thought that he was a very clean person, even a little bit of mysophobia, so his room should be considered tidy among boys. At least there was no peculiar smell, and socks and other things were not thrown around.

But just now, Su Qing began to wonder if he had lost his mind.

So why would I touch a beautiful girl's head while eating and before I washed my hands? Isn't this a kind of evil? Not to mention that they have only known each other for three days. Wouldn't it be too presumptuous for me to take the initiative to touch her like a cat?

Even in China, touching the head is an extremely intimate behavior between opposite sexes. For Mizukage players, touching the head without permission will inevitably lead to red fever.

Well, in this island country where even calling someone by their name is a very complicated matter, could touching a girl's head mean "hentai"?

Su Qing's mind raced, hey, I have a good idea!

According to the tree-man principle of this week, "If you want to open a window, you should not say directly that you want to open the window, but say that you want to lift the roof, then everyone will agree with you to open the window", Su Qing realized that in order to avoid being called a "hentai", he had to make some extremely excessive requests.

Of course, this request also cannot be stated too clearly, just like he absolutely cannot say something like "Please let me see your panties, I'll do anything!"

"Well, it would be great if I could eat such a delicious dish every day. It's a pity that I can't even make instant noodles properly..."

"half!"

When the girl heard this, she looked up suddenly and spoke in an awkward tone, which scared Su Qing.

No, buddy, what half? Don't say half! Could it be... could it be that you want to split yourself into two halves? Am I going to follow in Makoto's footsteps...

"Well...it's just half of the food expenses, and I can come to your house to cook. No...is that not possible?"

As the girl spoke, her voice suddenly became softer. If Su Qing hadn't been very close, I'm afraid only the readers would have heard it.

"It's not impossible, but wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?"

"No, I've said it before. If one person cooks, he will always make more. Cooking for one more person doesn't actually increase the workload much, and..."

The girl suddenly stopped, and when Su Qing wanted to ask, the angel's mouth corners slightly raised, curved into two crescent-shaped arcs, raised his head slightly, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes, and added in an extremely light tone.

"And if I cook at your house, I won't pay for the gas and electricity, Su Qingjun~"