Chapter 186 It’s senior time! (2)

"Really, really?" Izumi Mio looked at Natsume Naoki's serious expression, which was a bit unexpected, and her mood became excited and uneasy...

Natsume-kun is willing to eat my cooking!

That must be done well, otherwise it will leave a bad impression on Natsume-kun!

Izumi Mio encouraged herself. Although she was a little nervous, she still had confidence.

After all, I have been practicing for so long, and my parents and Xiaohui both said they have made great progress after eating it.

"No one is using the stove here, right? I'm going to use it!"

Izumi Mio pointed to the nearest stove and shouted around, but unfortunately everyone walked away in a wise manner. How could anyone come over to be a light bulb now?

When Tohsaka Megumi heard Izumi Mio's voice, she pulled away from what she was busy doing and leaned over to answer: "Mio-chan, do you want to use the stove? Use it, use it, that stove won't be used for a while.

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Tohsaka Megumi is not only the accountant of the sports club, but also the busiest person at the campus festival every year - she has to coordinate the use of various items at the campus festival. The best place to go is with the club members who make things.

While helping, I control consumption and calculate income.

Therefore, the school festival is also her busiest time every year. She was so busy just now that she didn't notice what was going on here, but now she realized that Natsume Naoki was here.

"Hey, when did the handsome boy come?" Tohsaka Megumi looked at Natsume Naoki and shouted at the top of her lungs.

Natsume Naoki smiled back: "Hello, Tohsaka-senpai."

"I'm almost too busy here, so I won't entertain you! Let Mio-chan entertain you!" Tohsaka Megumi looked at the two people with a smile, and then suddenly realized something, and her expression suddenly dawned: "Oh~ Mio-chan

You want to use the stove because you want to cook for the handsome boy, no wonder..."

"Xiaohui, shut up!"

Suddenly, Natsume Naoki felt a strong wind blowing beside him. When he came to his senses, senior sister had already rushed to senior sister Tosaka and covered her mouth.

Natsume Naoki was stunned for a moment, looked at where his senior was, and then looked at senior Tohsaka Megumi's side.

Good guy, it was about seven or eight meters away, and it passed in one second?

You must know that this speed is considered fast once running starts. Senior sister goes from stillness to movement...

Tohsaka Megumi made a "wuwuwu" sound in her mouth, and blinked at Izumi Mio, signaling that she should stop talking weirdly, and Izumi Mio slowly let go of her.

"Hehe, Mio-chan, you used your explosive power just now to participate in the National University Games, and you are guaranteed to win first place!" Tohsaka Megumi laughed and teased her.

Facing Tohsaka Megumi's teasing, Izumi Mio just glared at her and scratched her nose hard: "You make fun of me again and see how I deal with you!"

"Go cook, go cook!" Megumi Tosaka pushed Izumi Mio back to the stove, pretended to be flattering and helped her tie her apron, then turned to Natsume Naoki and raised her head: "Young handsome guy,

You know you can only eat hot dry noodles today? Today’s menu only has hot dry noodles and Yangzhou fried rice. At most, you can add hamburger meat as a side dish, but nothing else!"

Natsume Naoki was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Tohsaka-senpai, how do you know that I like to eat hot noodles? And the dishes you mentioned are all my favorite dishes."

Hearing this, Mio Izumi bent down and started tinkering with the gas tank and switch, but her cheeks had already turned red.

Tohsaka Megumi was close. She tilted her head and saw Mio Izumi. She was thinking about the dishes Mio-chan had been practicing. As soon as she rolled her eyes, her aunt's smile couldn't stop at the corner of her mouth.

"I see……"

It turns out, Mio-chan, what you are practicing are the dishes that the handsome boy likes to eat!

If I ask you normally, you still won't admit it. You just say that you just practice casually and start watching after you find a host who teaches you carefully. It has nothing to do with others.

Seeing the smiling expression on Tohsaka Megumi's face, Izumi Mio's face became more and more rosy, and there was even a hint of shyness that could not be seen at ordinary times, and even the roots of her ears turned red.

"Go and do your own thing!"

Izumi Mio gave the order to expel guests, and Tohsaka Megumi smiled even more happily, and reluctantly left while saying good things.

It was simply torture to expect a gossip to refuse such a sweet melon, but Tohsaka Megumi and even Truth, who knew that the show would come later, had no choice but to retreat first and let the two of them cultivate their relationship.

Back in the busy group, Tohsaka Megumi was still thinking, if the relationship between the handsome boy and Mio-chan really comes to fruition, and the straight guy from Kitahara can do it too, wouldn't it be a good deal?

"There's something wrong with the stove over there. Please bear with me. Let's use these first." Megumi Tohsaka said to the members of the group.

Several people looked at each other and could only accept this fact.

On the other side, Izumi Mio, who was wearing an apron, waited until the blush on her face disappeared a little, then straightened up and started working.

Today, the sports club not only moved over cooking utensils such as stoves, milk tea machines and ovens, but also moved two freezers over there. After being powered on, they can ensure the freshness of the ingredients, ranging from seafood to meat.

Now that there are all kinds of vegetables available, and even the sports club plans to have so many people there tomorrow, we might consider opening a sushi restaurant.

Izumi Mio took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and started making hot dry noodles and fried rice for Natsume Naoki.

Natsume Naoki raised his eyebrows when he saw his senior sister's graceful movements and skillful cooking skills.

"Senior, you are so good at cooking," Natsume Naoki smiled: "Or do you girls know how to cook?"

"I only know how to cook a few dishes." Izumi Mio replied with a slight smile, but suddenly she looked stunned.

"You girls?" She looked at Natsume Naoki with some suspicion: "You know how to cook? Which other girl has Natsume-kun eaten? As far as I know, Natsume-kun's mother is in Hokkaido. You are on your own

Do you live alone in Tokyo?"

Natsume Naoki's expression froze.

Good guy, I thought only girls with extremely high understanding like Amamiya and Asai had sharp insights.

Co-author It turns out that a girl’s sixth sense has nothing to do with her understanding.

"Of course I don't mean that." Natsume Naoki didn't know why, but he thought of the words as if it was an instinctive reaction, and his face became a little self-deprecating: "I'm not very good at cooking, and all the boys I know are no better than me.

So I subconsciously thought that girls can cook?"

Izumi Mio apologized slightly after hearing this: "So Natsume-kun meant this, I misunderstood you."

"Crack!"

The kitchen knife kept clanging on the cutting board, and the kohlrabi screamed.

Natsume Naoki looked at the shining kitchen knife, feeling inexplicably close to death, as if he had narrowly escaped death.

Strange, why do you feel this way?

For a moment, Natsume Naoki felt like someone from far away in heaven was waving to him.

The meal was finished quickly, and the hot dry noodles and fried rice were steaming hot.

Izumi Mio also knew that her thoughts were exposed in the sports club, so she simply stopped pretending, pulled over a folding table and two high chairs, and just like that, she and Natsume Naoki set up a dining table in the corner of the square, enjoying face to face.

Freshly baked meals.

It is definitely not appropriate for one person to eat noodles and rice at the same time, so the hot dry noodles and fried rice are separated. Izumi Mio planned to let Natsume-kun try which one suits his appetite and eat the other portion himself.

The side dish was naturally fried hamburger meat. It was because of this dish that she had a shallow scar on her hand.

While Izumi Mio was moving the chair, Natsume Naoki looked at his senior's figure and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He frowned slightly, as if he knew something.

"Natsume-kun, try hot dry noodles or fried rice, which one do you like better?" Izumi Mio put a spoon on the fried rice. She looked at the spoon and her face turned red. She shook her head and kept this bold idea in her heart.

Feeding Natsume-kun by myself...it's so shameful.

Natsume Naoki rubbed his stomach. He was really hungry, so he picked a chopstick of hot dry noodles, blew on it, and ate it into his mouth.

Izumi Mio blinked and looked at Natsume-kun eating and thought, doesn't Natsume-kun have the habit of praying before meals in his family?

This actually means that she doesn't understand Natsume Naoki.

If Asai were here, he wouldn't be surprised. At home, the two of them have a tacit understanding, and they follow the same habits as they eat.

Eating Chinese food is based on Chinese table manners, and French food is based on French table manners. Only when eating Japanese food, two people will pray before the meal. Such a diverse dining table is probably only seen in Natsume's family.

In fact, this is also part of the maid's job. To cultivate the master into a well-educated and well-educated elite, table manners are an indispensable part.

Take Japanese ramen and Chinese ramen as an example. In Chinese table manners, it is taboo to make rude sounds when eating noodles. However, if Japanese ramen is eaten silently, it is disrespectful to the chef. Smoothing the noodles can express deliciousness.

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With such completely opposite table manners, if you don't understand anything and make a joke when you go out to have guests in the future, it will be a dereliction of duty on the part of the maid.

Natsume Naoki took a bite of the noodles and his eyes lit up: "It tastes pretty good!"

Izumi Mio became more and more nervous when he moved his chopsticks, and his heart was in his throat just before Natsume Naoki opened his mouth.

After hearing these words, she finally let go of her hanging heart, patted her chest, and consoled herself cutely: "That's good, that's good."

"and……"

"And what?"

Natsume Naoki's words made Izumi Mio nervous again, especially this time he even frowned.

"Let me try other dishes first, I'm a little unsure."

After that, Natsume Naoki ate some more fried rice and picked up a chopstick of hamburger fried meat. After tasting all the dishes on the table, he put down his chopsticks and looked a little solemn.

broken.

Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?
To be continued...