Putting down the pen in his hand, Natsume Naoki turned off the desk lamp and opened the window a little smaller to prevent drizzle from entering the window sill. Then he picked up the mobile phone on the table and went downstairs.

Today, Asai Mao did not wear a maid uniform all day long. She was wearing loose casual clothes and an apron, and her hair was tied into small braids to prevent it from falling into the pot.

At this time, she was wearing heat-resistant gloves and placing the steaming stew on the living room table.

Natsume's family doesn't have a fixed place to eat. When the mood strikes, the two of them will move to the living room to eat, using the coffee table as a dining table.

If she is too lazy to clean up, Asai will arrange it properly in the kitchen... Usually this happens when Natsume Naoki is busy in the bedroom or study, and she eats alone.

Asai Mao also wears very cute cotton slippers on her feet. Without the restraint of the maid uniform, Natsume Naoki feels that this is her true appearance under the appearance——

The two passed each other, probably because they had just taken a shower. The girl's body exuded a slight fragrance that made the boy uneasy. It was the smell of shower gel mixed with the hormones of the opposite sex of the same age.

"The dinner was very sumptuous," Natsume Naoki was on his way to the bathroom to wash his hands, still looking back at the meaty dinner on the coffee table: "I don't think I can eat it."

Mao Asai walked out of the kitchen door with the last of the mushroom soup in both hands, and turned off the chandelier switch in the kitchen with her elbows.

"This is prepared according to the appetite of the two of us. If we can't eat it, it must be Natsume-kun's problem."

"Why does it have to be my problem?" Natsume Naoki smiled helplessly: "It's really not possible that you did too much?"

"A maid would never make such a stupid mistake."

Natsume Naoki thought to himself, it’s true that you can’t make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you can predict things like a god.

After washing his hands, he and Asai Mao sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch today's news.

What Asai Mao cooked today was standard Western food, a perfect fusion of French food and German food on the dining table. There was the cream of mushroom soup with bread, which is famous for its delicate taste in French food, and the hard-core German food.

Classic pork knuckle and beef stew.

There is nothing special about mashed potatoes. It can be used as a staple food or a snack. The main thing is candles and red wine to set off the atmosphere.

In addition, the rainy night in the evening was very quiet. When the two of them were not talking, the only sounds were the rustling of raindrops falling on the windowsill and the cherry blossom trees.

With such weather and time, a candlelight dinner is perfect. Asai Mao is indeed a professional who has received advanced maid training. She knows how to make the best use of the right time, place and people to allow the host and guests to enjoy the best dinner.

But just when Asai Mao wanted to get up to turn off the lights and light candles, Natsume Naoki stopped her.

"It's not yet time." He said.

Asai Mao tilted her head and looked at him, thought for a while, and finally did not ask why, but sat back opposite him, quietly waiting for what he called a good opportunity.

Natsume Naoki looked at the clock on the wall, calculating the time in his mind.

"Ding dong!"

At the same time, the doorbell rang at the door.

Without Natsume Naoki's signal, Asai Mao had already stood up and walked to the entrance.

"Hello, is this Mr. Natsume's home?"

Opening the door, there was a man wearing a delivery uniform. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with gray hair on his temples.

He took off the brimmed hat of his raincoat, then opened it to reveal the cake hidden underneath.

The boxy packaging is very nice, and the decorative ribbons were not wet by the rain, which shows the professionalism of the delivery.

The man brought the note on the cake to his eyes, looked at it, and then asked: "The last number of the mobile phone is XXXX."

Asai Mao nodded, she knew Natsume Naoki's mobile phone number by heart.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and handed the cake to Asai Mao: "Thank you for your patronage! The double-layered cream fruit cake was delivered as requested. The cake price is 7,060 yen, and the freezer bag and delivery fee are 600 yen. In bad weather, only cash payment is accepted.

Hope you understand!"

These words made Asai Mao frown slightly. She had never heard of such a thing as ordering a cake at home.

Just as she was thinking, a banknote was handed out from behind her.

Natsume Naoki, who was half a head taller than Asai Mao, came to her side. He gently put one hand on her shoulder and told her, "Let me tell you." In the other hand, he held a ten thousand yen note.

banknotes.

"Just find two thousand yen. It's raining, so I have to ask you to deliver it on time." Natsume Naoki smiled: "Please be careful on the way back."

In Japan, due to the serious aging population and lack of young and middle-aged labor force, there are many more elderly workers in the food delivery industry than teenagers. This is exactly the opposite of China.

After thanking Natsume Naoki, the man put on his raincoat and hat and left.

"Go in, or the food will get cold." Natsume Naoki watched him go down the steps and push the cart, then smiled at Asai Mao and closed the door.

Just like that, he held the box of cakes in his hand, and Asai followed behind him. The two of them returned to the living room without saying a word, and then he gently turned off the chandelier.

Suddenly there was only the flickering candlelight in the room, emitting a subtle warm light in the atmosphere.

Natsume placed the cake on the table, and Asai helped him move the plate to make room in a tacit understanding.

While placing the cake, Natsume Naoki said: "If you have anything to ask, just tell me."

"How did you know?" Asai Mao asked.

After Natsume Naoki put the cake, he thought for a while:

"When I was eating in Shibuya at noon, I noticed that you had been looking out the window. I thought at the time that you might not have anything to say to me, so I was looking at the scenery...but I noticed that you had been looking at the house opposite.

Dessert shop.”

When he said this, his tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

But Asai Mao was slightly surprised by his observation skills.

Then Natsume Naoki put away his relaxed look and looked at Asai Mao with a serious expression: "I should have thought of it a long time ago, today is your birthday, right?"

Asai Mao nodded silently.

That's why she was a little unusual today.

Because today is her birthday, which only happens once a year, and it is also the holiday she gives herself only once a year.

So today she wanted to go out for a walk, not wearing a uniform, go to her favorite store, buy some things she likes, and cook a meal she likes...

"Is such a trivial thing your birthday wish?" Naoki Natsume scratched his head and said softly: "Actually, if you want to, if you don't like to wear uniforms or are not used to eating Chinese food, we can both discuss it.

Come on. In my opinion, as long as you can teach me how to learn, everything else written in the contract doesn't matter."

Asai Mao looked at Natsume Naoki's clumsy expression of not knowing how to express kindness, and suddenly smiled softly.

"Let's eat. There are so many cakes. I really can't eat them now."

After laughing, Asai Mao looked at the extra cake on the table and said.

"Then let's eat the cake first. The rest of the dishes are left for the next meal... How can I not have cake on my birthday?"

"Why are you so obsessed with cake? Natsume-kun's hometown is in Hokkaido. I thought you were used to eating red beans and rice on your birthday."

Asai Mao thought to herself, your parents prefer to eat red beans and rice on birthdays. Obviously, your family does not have the habit of eating cake on birthdays.

"I don't know how to do it. It's too late to do it now... Then next year." Natsume Naoki looked at Asai Mao and smiled like a spring breeze: "Next year, I will definitely remember your birthday in advance. Then you can

Can you teach me how to make red bean rice?"

The candlelight dinner turned into a birthday dinner. Natsume Naoki ate very happily. Asai Mao was not good at showing her emotions on her face, but she ate a lot today...She ate all the cake herself.

It was originally a very comfortable dinner, but until the end of the meal, Natsume Naoki felt that the news on TV seemed... a bit... flowery...

The shaky perspective made Natsume Naoki think that he might have drunk too much, but when he looked at the half-drunk red wine in the glass in front of him, he felt that something was wrong.

So Natsume Naoki's last thought before passing out became, "When did my ability to drink get so bad?"

Asai Mao looked at Natsume Naoki who had fallen on the sofa, lowered her head slightly and spit the wine in her mouth into the trash can, then went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.

After returning, with a physical strength of 9, she easily picked up Natsume Naoki.

"Natsume-kun is still too naive." Asai Mao looked at his peaceful sleeping face and said softly: "Don't underestimate the willfulness of the maid, and don't underestimate my birthday wish."

Chapter 32: Entered the palace, I don’t know when I will be released...
Chapter completed!