"Um..."
Awakened by the sunlight shining through the gauze curtains, Miss Miyano opened her sleepy eyes and immediately looked to both sides of her.
On the left, no.
right...
Neither do I.
There was no sign of anyone lying down on the left side of the bed, and the bench on the right felt cold, as if suggesting that everything that happened last night was just an illusion.
Sakaki Makoto had already left.
Just like that morning ten years ago.
There was no self-abandonment, no sadness, and not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Miss Miyano threw back the covers, put on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.
Gulp...
She just walked out of the room and suddenly smelled the fragrance floating in the air and the sound of boiling soup...
Rushing to the living room, she found...
Makoto Sakaki, wearing a black shirt and a Hallo Kitty-style apron around his waist, stood in front of the pot with a long-handled soup spoon in his left hand and a handful of chopped green onions in his right hand, looking very serious.
"woke up?"
Looking up, he glanced at Miss Miyano:
"Wash up and get ready for dinner."
This time, he chose to stay.
Just like an egg soaked in white vinegar, the originally hard but slightly fragile shell began to become soft.
She tucked her hair and nodded slightly:
"Um."
Sakaki Makoto placed two large wide-mouthed porcelain bowls on the table. Inside were noodles cooked in chicken broth and sprinkled with emerald green onions. They did not require much cooking, but were tempting enough.
In addition, there is also easily digestible egg custard.
"There's not much food in the fridge, let's just make do with what we have."
Sakaki Makoto got up early in the morning and searched the refrigerator, but couldn't find a single vegetable inside.
Could it be that Makise wants to cook porridge?
Facial mask, milk, eggs...
All in all, these were all he found.
A good cook cannot cook without rice...
You can't eat facial masks, a cold can cause a decrease in lactase secretion, and it's not suitable to drink milk, so...
He could only cook the noodles with plain water, put them in the heated chicken soup, and also make egg custard to enrich the taste and nutrition.
well.
I'm worried sick.
"Aren't you going to work?"
Miss Miyano picked up her chopsticks and looked at the clock on the wall in surprise:
"It's almost half past eight..."
"I took a leave of absence this morning. If you don't go to work..."
"Would Gin agree to that?"
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