The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

While preparing the pans and utensils, suddenly the phone in my pocket rang.

At this time, who would call Qianliu to pay attention to the situation of the spaghetti, take out the mobile phone, and know who the other party is from the name displayed on the screen.

"What's up"

9 answered the phone with a frivolous attitude.

"It's me, Mai Sakurajima."

"I know what's going on"

Mai was also polite and asked directly, "Are you free today?"

An unexpected question arose, Qianliu gently stirred the pasta with chopsticks, and said casually, "Why, are you looking for a date with me?"

"What if"

"Anyway, I'll give it some serious consideration first."

Qianliu replied in a normal tone.

"Okay, I have something to do here.

Could you please come to my neighborhood?"

Mai said, it seemed that someone beside her was calling her, and her voice suddenly drifted away: "Wait a moment, I'm on the phone with someone else."

"Well now"

"before noon."

"Row."

"Then it's settled, first."

Mai hangs up the phone.

After finishing the call, Qianliu put the phone aside and waited for a while... At this time, the kitchen timer rang.

After turning off the heat, drain the water in the pot, throw the pasta into the pan that has already heated up the pot, stir fry lightly, let the noodles get covered with the prepared sauce, and you're done.

Plate the basil pasta beautifully, top with sliced ​​tomatoes for extra color, and then place a fork and spoon on the table.

Chapter [-] Has the stomach bag been caught?

After finishing, he went to the second floor to wake up his sister and Liuhua, but he didn't call Zhenbai, but the guy automatically smelled the fragrance and got up.

While waiting for the girls to eat, Qianliu yawned and prepared to rest on the sofa for a while. He stayed up a little late last night, but as soon as he lay down, the fluorescent lamp stuck to the ceiling like a dome stadium looked down at him, because it was too dazzling. , Qianliu raised his hands to cover his eyes.

The girls used up their meal quickly, and after everything was over, Rokka and Kouto left Sakura Village with their small schoolbags on their backs.

Qianliu put on clothes, socks, and shoes for Mashiro, who was disheveled, and then led her to school. His mission was completed. He only needed to come again after school. village.

However, Mashiro caught the attention of the taiyaki on the side of the road, standing motionless by the stall and staring at Chiryu with eager eyes.

Qianliu had just eaten breakfast, and Qianliu didn't bother to think about whether she was not full or just wanted to eat snacks, so she lined up to buy a Taiyaki for her.

The fragrant aroma of Taiyaki wafted out of the paper bag, and while Chiryu was enjoying the aroma, a burst of warmth suddenly enveloped his right hand.

"What's up"

He looked at his right hand and found that he was holding hands with Shinshiro.

"In order not to let Qianliu get lost."

"It's you who will get lost!"

"It's better to be honest."

True White said of course.

"..."

After a while, Zhenbai suddenly said, "I always feel that..."

"Always feel, what"

"Just... want to hold hands and see."

Zhenbai was calm, his face as expressionless as ever.

Qianliu raised her eyebrows, surprised by her sudden coquettish behavior.

After walking for a while, seeing the empty seats in the park, Mashiro stopped again: "Qianliu, I'm tired."

"You just want to eat Taiyaki now."

There is no objection to the truth, it seems to be true.

He let Mashiro sit on the thick round bench beside the boulevard, sat down beside him, and handed over the hot taiyaki: "It's hot, be careful."

Mashiro started nibbling on taiyaki without saying a word, which inexplicably matched her temperament and looked ridiculous.

Chi showed a funny smile and put the taiyaki in his mouth.

The breeze blows by my feet, and the timing enters September. Although the sultry summer like being in a steamer is annoying, the meaning of autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

On the boulevard in front of the pedestrians, they disturbed their ears, and they could hear the trumpets played by the street vendors in order to attract the crowd. The applause, but after it stopped, only the noise of the crowd remained.