"Well... are you the captain of 4019?"

"Yes! Just call me Hirai."

The voice on the opposite side was obviously middle-aged, but the tone was still full of obscure pleasing.

Obviously, for his identity, he could directly talk to the eldest lady of the Terashima chaebol and the future helmsman, and he would probably only have just a few times in his life, so he was naturally rigorous and inadvertently cramped.

Originally, according to Terajima Yuki's temperament, even if she was impatient, she would never pass the simplest link to win over the hearts of the people. But now she really doesn't have the mood. After a few simple answers, she went straight to the point:

"That day, the two people I asked you to help..."

Halfway through the question, the following words were really hard to say, as if they were blocked.

Even my heart was a little depressed.

However, Captain Hirai on the opposite side obviously did not notice the subtle mood of Miss Terajima, and immediately reported it conscientiously: "Yes! I asked someone to ask someone to mention all the consumption records of those two people! There are one presidential suite, two A-level standard meals, and three sets of men and women's standard bathrobes - this is mainly because there is a change in the middle, so three sets were consumed, and there are also three sets of suites in the suite machine - we chose the best Okamoto series for the guests of the presidential suite..."

"Click."

Captain Hirai, opposite the phone, was probably still reporting, but Yuki Terajima here could no longer hear it.

She was still lying on the bed as if she had just arrived home, looking at the ceiling with a conspicuous look.

The phone that was still close to her ear just now was held in her palm and crushed into a ball of delicate fragments. Even because of the relatively average force, there was no fragment larger than her nails in her palm.

Only the two ends of the mobile phone that are not wrapped in the palm of your palm are still well preserved.

After a while, the room was quiet, then the slight sound of fragments being thrown on the ground.

"Miss, the bath water has been put."

“…No more washing.”

"yes."

Listening to the sound of Aoso Aise's footsteps away outside the door, Terajima looked at the ceiling without saying a word.

Inner fluctuations.

Is there any other method?

......

Room 1701 of Wen Naixi Apartment.

"Natsui, I'm back..."

At the entrance, Yui struggled to drag her suitcase into the door and shouted habitually.

However, as soon as he looked up, he met Nagisa, who was sitting on the sofa and didn't know what he was eating.

Both of them were stunned when they looked at each other.

The next second, Miyahara Nagisa turned over the sofa quickly, and stuffed the bowls and chopsticks in her hand into the sofa with a whoosh, trying to use the quickest movement afterimage to make Yui who just called you think that everything that had just been hallucinations.

"What, nothing is there!"

“…gudong.”

Only after he finished speaking did the landlord swallow his last bite.

But the little seal classmate may not be very concerned about other aspects. He can only concentrate on the word "eat", his eyes are lit up, and he chases Nagisa with energy, and even the fatigue of traveling home just now seemed to be wiped out.

"What? What delicious food did you hide?"

"Let me try it too!"

"Just one bite!"

"...Really, there's nothing!"

However, for some reason, Nagisa, who has always been generous in sharing snacks on weekdays, looks stingy today, as if he was afraid that Yui would find it, blocking the sofa where he had just had something, and refused to give in at all.

My face turned red.

“Hey——!”

Yui's little face almost wrinkled, and she felt aggrieved: "I have brought you a souvenir to Nagisa."

"This, this really doesn't work!"

Miyahara Nagisa simply sat on the ground and blocked the entrance with her little butt, making awkward: "Next, I'll give you other snacks next time."

"It's OK~"

After hearing what she said, Yui had no choice but to agree. While saying that, she took out the souvenir she brought to Nagisa from her suitcase: "Here! Shizuoka's salty abalone, you can cook it and cook it! And this! Dried pickled fish and Shizuoka hairtail!"

"It's something that can be kept for a long time and can also be delicious!"

"But it seems that you need to have soda?"

“Yes, yes.”

Seeing that the life and death crisis was temporarily lifted, Miyahara Nagisa had no energy to complain about why souvenirs were eaten or something. They all took it with a smile, and even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just as she was relaxing on her own, she saw Yui running behind the L-shaped kitchen counter at some time and grabbed a handful of burnt fried beans from the pot in confusion.

Dry, scattered.

"What's this?"

"Yui! Don't-!!"

Almost instantly, Miyahara Nagisa instantly widened her eyes and quickly stretched out Erkang's hand.

“Crunch…”

However, out of respect for the food, Yui didn't think much about it and grabbed a handful and chewed it like a snack.

Unfortunately, it was one step late in the end.

"Damn it! I would have cleaned up first if I had known you had come back so early..."

At this moment, Miyahara Nagisa seemed to have expected Yui's evaluation the next second, and he knelt down and made a frustrated bend forward.

It seems like some huge secret was discovered.

"Um."

He grabbed the crunchy Yui but was stunned: "Natsui, did you make this fried black bean?"

“It’s quite delicious.”

“It tastes rich.”

"Really?!"

The moment he heard this comment, the landlord suddenly seemed to be in a desperate situation, and his eyes suddenly lit up, emitting a shining light.

However, after he realized his reaction, his face turned dark again.

"That, this is not fried black beans."

"Crunch...what is that?"

Yui continued to grab a handful of chewing in confusion, and turned to look at her.

"Fry, stir-fry..."

Miyahara Nagisa opened her mouth, but it seemed like something was blocking her mouth, and she couldn't make a sound for a moment.

It was not until the end that I muttered a word gently.

"What?"

Yui stretched her head over, and Nagisa was so embarrassed that her face turned red, she pouted and muttered in a very low voice.

“…Sausage fried rice.”

The little seal classmate was stunned.

She first looked at the black and dry stuff in her hand, and then she painted the appearance of sausages and rice grains in her mind.

It's vague, it's still right.

It turns out... Nagisa was just dealing with her failed product, so she was so sneaky?

After realizing this, the air between the two suddenly became subtle.

At this moment, a perfect call happened to come in, breaking the subtle atmosphere between the two and making them breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

Yui also quickly reacted, put down the 'black bean' and quickly answered the phone.

"Hello..."

Miyahara Nagisa sat next to her in a little cramped manner.

Because she was the only one who was not taken to Iori's hometown, in addition to the necessary tutoring courses and knowledge learning, she has regained the cooking skills she had learned before in the past few days.

Realizing that her weakness lies in her heat control, she simply chose the simplest 'fried rice' as the breakthrough point.

After all, rice can be eaten no matter how it is fried.

Unfortunately, she misjudged her cooking talent.
To be continued...