My Tokusho Life Simulation

It was still a bit dark at five o'clock in the morning.

After a while, the door opened.

Kamu Madoka, who was holding the doll, rubbed his eyes sleepily.

Her hair was quite messy, obviously she didn't sleep well last night.

As soon as she saw Luther, she remembered what the two had agreed on before.

Still nodding sleepily.

After changing into sports clothes, he opened the door and combed his hair a little wobbly.

Shoulder-length hair is still easy to take care of.

But that sleepy appearance still had a great impact on combing.

"Let me do it."

Luther smiled slightly.

Kamu Madoka nodded sleepily, maybe he didn't hear what Luther said.

The eyelids blinked a little heavy, and the pink eyes were still a little hazy.

But when Luther stood behind her and combed her hair skillfully with a comb, all the sleepiness disappeared.

Through the vanity mirror, she saw Luther with a serious and careful expression stretching out his hand to roll up a strand of pink hair, combing it out gently and smoothing it out neatly.

"Brother Xiaolu..."

Her little face turned red all of a sudden.

It was the first time that a man other than her father combed her hair.

"When I was still in Central Continent, I often helped my mother with her hair."

Luther explained slowly.

The adoptive father and adoptive mother are lazy people who don't conform to the image. They live by and spend all their energy and time on him like this, but they hardly care about themselves at all.

Luther's nature of caring for others has also been tempered day after day in the past ten years.

They gave him everything they could and could not give, and he naturally had to give back.

Even family affection comes from the idea of ​​not asking for anything in return.

Luther combed some knotted places and asked:

"How? Will it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Lu Muyuan, who was sitting in front of the mirror, shook her head, a little afraid to look up, as if she was afraid that the mirror would reflect the color of her cheeks at the moment.

It's all right now, I'm not sleepy at all, just as awake as if I drank a cup of coffee.

Luther put down the comb and picked up the ribbon beside him.

"It doesn't matter if the hair grows a little longer."

Subconsciously, he wanted to tie a ribbon for Madoka Kame.

"This is unnecessary!!!"

Kamu Madoka grabbed the ribbon in Luther's hand in an instant, as fast as he strengthened his body with magic power.

Caught off guard.

Luther just smiled, turned and left Kamo Madoka's room.

Not long after, he walked out of the room with two short red ponytails and saw Luther sitting on the sofa.

"Let's go, Brother Xiaolu."

"Before that, drink that cup of warm honey water first."

Luther pointed to the tea table in front of him.

"Some people get hypoglycemia when they exercise in the morning before meals. I'm not sure if you are the same, Madoka. It's better to be on the safe side."

"understood."

The pink-haired girl picked up the teacup, and with a slight surge in her throat, she drank half of the honey water in the cup.

With this trusting attitude, there is no defense at all.

"You don't need to go to the river this time, just run around the house for a while."

The two first warmed up at the door, and then ran around Kamo's house.

This time it was still three kilometers, and the speed was no different from before.

After running, Kamu Madoka was still a little out of breath, and his temples were a little wet with sweat.

After walking around for less than 10 minutes, the two pushed the door open and entered.

"What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Luther in the open kitchen took off his sportswear jacket and put on an apron barebacked, with no trace of sweat on his body.

The girl slightly turned her gaze to the side.

The impact is a bit big.

She hesitated for a moment, many thoughts flashing through her mind.

"Muffins...is that okay? Brother Xiaolu."

"Pretty good."

Luther nodded calmly.

This thing is simple, he can do it with his feet.

He can't be regarded as omnipotent in cooking, but his main adoptive mother is from the Far East. After getting used to his son's breakfast, he will order food for an unprecedented time.

What if I can't order food?

Of course, I learned from books.

Some people may say that everything made according to textbooks has no soul and is just a poor imitation.

But it's impossible to overturn.

If you try it out of your own imagination, it is very likely that you will make something that is not edible at all. It is a waste of food, but the main reason is that you will be hungry.

"Well, it's time."

Luther glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

It's just after six o'clock in the morning.

Madoka Kame started to go to school on foot at seven o'clock, and even had enough time for nearly half an hour.

"Get started."

Rudra, who was shirtless, tugged on his non-existent sleeves.

Mix the low-gluten flour, granulated sugar, baking powder, and a little salt in the basin, and set aside.

Pour the eggs, milk, and oil into another pot and stir until no oil is visible.

Sieve the low-gluten flour mixed with other things into the liquid mixture, then pick up the egg beater and stir with a straight-line method.

Put it aside and be still.

During this period, Kamu Zhiku had also woken up. He walked downstairs in a daze and looked at the busy Luther.

Well now, I'm really unemployed.

"Having a capable nephew always feels a little uncomfortable...Is it a sense of guilt?"

He, who has been the house husband for many years, murmured.

"Calm down, my sister told me so..."

Kamu Zhijiu took a deep breath, recalling what his sister told Luther before he set off.

At that time, he didn't know the deep meaning inside.

But now he is a victim.

Gradually, the man's breathing stabilized.

"It's up to me to take care of the house and take care of Tatsuya, so I've become a useless person..."

He opened his eyes, and the pupils under the glasses flashed with the luster of wisdom.

What's wrong with eating nephew tons of rice?

Breakfast time will come soon.

The fragrant and soft muffins are piled up in several layers, like a hill.

As for what to sprinkle, it depends on personal taste.

But at the dining table, many strange eyes fell on Luther.

The expressions of the Shikame family are a little strange.

"Um...?"

Luther, who put down his knife and fork, tilted his head.

"What's wrong."

The muffins on the plate in front of him had no seasoning at all.

Luther can try to let go and enjoy ordinary life as much as possible.

But something like syrup still spans too much.

If it were in the simulated world, Luther would have started a gluttonous meal without any politeness.

Don't worry about consuming too much sugar.

— but not now a simulation.

"Xiaoyuan, do you want me to see you?"

Putting down the fork, Luther said slowly.

"No...no need..."

Kazuya shook her head.

"Then how about picking you up this afternoon?"

Luther asked again.

"No...it's okay...I'll come back with Sayaka."

Kamu Madoka faltered and said.

"Well."

Luther nodded.

"Yeah, Xiaolu is such a good brother."

Kamu Xunzi on the side smiled slightly.

"Before, my neighbor's brothers and sisters were like this."

Luther said slowly.

In his consciousness, the brothers and sisters next door get along pretty well, although sometimes they can hear the sound of quarreling.

"Wait until the weather is bad, Madoka is also used to walking with Sayaka and the others every day."

Shikame Tomohisa said.

"At that time, I just drove my uncle's car. Anyway, you have a driver's license in Xiaolu."

"Ah."

Luther nodded.