After many failed experiences, it was not until today that the landlord finally cooked a pot of fried rice with sausage that was not entirely coke.

'hateful!'

‘If Iori had taught me next to me, I would have learned the mere fried rice!’

Just as he was mumbling in his heart, Nagisa suddenly noticed that Yui, who was talking on the phone, suddenly lowered his voice as if he was very guilty, and asked weakly to the opposite side of the phone:

"...Well, then I'll drive over to pick you up now?"

"good."

"I see."

When I hung up the phone, I saw Yui sitting on the sofa with a little depressed look, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Yui?"

The landlord whispered: "What happened?"

"No, no."

Hearing Nagisa's voice, Yui seemed to suddenly realize something, and waved her hand suddenly and in a hurry.

A little weird.

It was not until she realized that her reaction seemed to be a little too big that her facial muscles were a little stiff:

"Just that..."

Halfway through, her volume gradually lowered with embarrassment:

"Iorikun, I may have to come and stay for a while."
Chapter completed!