In late May, the weather is getting hotter.

Even sitting in the small cart stall under the shade of the tree, Shiina Iori could feel the fine beads of sweat slowly dripping from her hair along her temples to her shoulders.

The steaming hot air emitted from the stove on the cart in front of me seemed to be able to roast the cooker thoroughly before stir-frying the rice.

My whole body was like a tightened towel, and I couldn't help but squeeze out water.

The members of the family cuisine club took up a seat for the stalls in their clubs early. They were divided into seven places in groups, each with a high-flexible cart against urban management - a power supply and gas tank socket. It is said to be high-end goods imported from a major country next door.

Originally, a small waste member like Yui Igarashi should be led by a senior senior who can stand alone.

But now that her boyfriend is here, everyone is in the same group as Shiina and Yui.

Now, the two of them are in charge of a fried rice and fried noodles stall.

"A bowl of fried rice with sausage and lettuce!"

"Here you come."

The round-bottom pan in my hand was "brushing" and "brushing" to flip.

There was a long line in front of the cart.

From time to time, you can hear unconcealed sounds in the queue.

While taking pictures, someone went to the front of the cart to stuff one or two coins of one hundred or five hundred into the box.

A new note with scribbled handwriting was posted on the small mailbox.

[One photo taken by mobile phone, one hundred, one hundred, one photo taken by media (no photo taken without ordering)]

So, even though several news officers with equipment were coming around, they could only hear the slightest cell phones taking pictures.

Paying money depends entirely on self-consciousness.

Brush-

After turning the pot again, Shiina Iori quickly poured a bowl of fried rice into a paper bowl that had been prepared.

"Jinghui is 850 yen!"

"Add eight more photos~"

Yui Igarashi next to him rushed over a paper ticket and quickly calculated the change figure in her mind, but her movements got stuck while flipping through the coins. A 100-yen yen was stuck tightly on the bottom of the metal can, and she couldn't pick it up.

Her little face was so anxious that she bulged.

Shiina Iori calmly handed over the fried rice with a paper bowl, chopsticks and a plastic spoon, and then bounced the jar hard.

The coins inside jumped up immediately and were caught by Yui.

She then breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed the change to the man, but when she looked up, she forgot who it was and was sweating all over her head.

Shiina Iori wiped his hands clean on his own and continued to start the next bowl of fried rice.

However, although Shiina is busy, Yui can't be lazy.

After collecting the money, she saw her holding a big fan with both hands, and slapping the wind in the direction of Iori.

It was not until a while that the ingredients on the cart were exhausted that the two finally found some opportunity to take some time off and take a breath.

The customers who were originally queuing in front of the cart immediately wailed, but in desperation they had to disperse.

"Wow...it's so hot!"

Yui whispered while gently wiping her sweat with a wet towel hanging around her neck.

He hooked his fingers on his chest and pulled them out one after another.

Because of his weak body and sweating a lot, Yui's wide light blue top was almost pressed against her body, outlining a clear curve.

It was not until the cool wind blew into the clothes that the dryness on her little face finally relieved a little.

Looking down from Shiina Iori, you can just glimpse the deep curved gully in Yui's collar.

Black, elegant lace border.

Surprisingly very mature.

Because he is a very restrained person.

So, Shiina Iori only glanced at it twice.

When he withdrew his gaze, he couldn't help but fall into another philosophical problem.

If he had a girlfriend, her personality, games and toys she liked, food she liked, and clothes she wore were childish, only the clothes inside were so mature that they were a little over-mature.

So is her real heart childish or overdoing it?

Shiina Iori looked at Yui who was wiping her face with a wet towel beside her, and supported her chin with one hand, falling into deep thoughts.

"What are you looking at?"

The keen intuition like a small animal made Yui immediately notice the gaze projected onto her little face by Shiina Iori.

The voice was a little flustered at first, but then calmed down immediately.

While wiping his face with a wet towel, he asked him pretending to be careless.

"Is it childish or too much?"

Shiina Iori, who is trapped in a state of thinking, will instinctively solve all external problems in the simplest way - that is, it is easy to tell the truth.

"Can't understand."

Yui looked at him in a little confused.

However, after getting along for more than a month, she has become accustomed to Iori's habit of thinking from time to time.

Iori said that when he is tired or under great pressure, he often uses this method to emptie himself.

Very effective.

Iori in this state is almost the same as falling asleep, and she will answer whatever she asks and answers.

"Iori?"

"Um."

Yui Igarashi's lips were slightly pursed and she looked at Iori's pupils that were diffusely spreading.

Just so happened that she had several problems in her mind for a whole morning.

"Today...why are you so good at me?"

"When I usually hand me some snacks, it's almost the same as when I feed Inutaro."

Yui muttered in a low voice.

It seems to be complaining.

"Did you realize it?" Shiina Iori said the truth as if she was a little surprised.

"You guy! Do you keep me as a cat?"

Yui suddenly turned around in anger with a wet towel, as if she wanted to whip the little donkey, and the dots of water were thrown on Iori's hands.

Shiina Iori's pupils moved vaguely.

Yui became honest immediately.

Her question hasn't been finished yet!

Yui Igarashi remembered what he said this morning and was a little concerned: "So, what? Why?"

"What's the reason? Didn't you ask me to be your boyfriend?" Shiina Iori's voice became more and more confused, "Ten Six thousand yen per hour... You don't want to be liable, right?"

As soon as he mentioned money, Shiina Iori's attitude immediately became serious, and his half-supported body gradually straightened.

He was quickly suppressed by Yui again.

"Give it! Give it all!"

"No cent will be missing you!"

Shiina Iori's shoulders collapsed.

His eyes began to empty again.

If it weren't for the hourly wage of 16,000 yen, who would have suffered in front of the boiler on this hot day?

What's more, Yui gave her money all day and only needed to do half a day of work today.

As soon as I go, I earn 32,000 yen at this time!

However, his thoughts were clear, but Yui Igarashi was stagnant. He twisted his little hand and could almost drip water.

"What! It's actually a business model..."

My fingers were wrapped around the wet towel, and accidentally wrapped around my hair.

He muttered with disgust.

But when I think about it carefully, Yui suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.
To be continued...