Early morning, Sakurasou.

The sun had just risen. Rita, with her hair messed up and wearing pajamas, looking completely unladylike, yawned and went downstairs.

Please believe that she was not like this originally. When she was in the UK, at least because she came from a good family and had good lady education, she has been a refined lady since she was a child.

In addition, she also has to take care of Mashiro, and she also has the attribute of being able to do all the housework.

But ever since Mashiro became involved with Sakurasou, the situation has gradually changed.

When I originally stayed temporarily, because I didn't bring everything with me during the ceremony, I lived a rough life for a period of time with Misaki Uekusa, who is now Mrs. Misaki Mitaka. (Compared to a girl who was originally an English lady)

Later, when she was so far away from home for the first time and came to study abroad in Neon, housework and cooking became a rotation system. After Mashiro slowly started to take care of herself due to the influence of a certain bastard, Rita focused on her day by day.

I concentrated on the practice of oil painting.

University courses are extremely easy for her. Apart from cultivating relationships with Mashiro every day, she only has to paint oil paintings, read comics, and play games every day.

The image of the urban beauty and British lady who often attended various social occasions in the art world has gradually disappeared. The image of a lazy, sinister, and unkempt home girl who never goes out slowly appeared in Sakurasou.

Simply depraved to the extreme.

People who don't know better think this is a hidden "den of depravity".

No, because it was not Rita's cooking shift today, she didn't have to get up early to make breakfast, so Rita just washed her face, brushed her teeth and came down to have breakfast. Even her hair was a mess.

Obviously, he no longer regards the only man living under the same roof as an outsider who needs to observe etiquette.

"Breakfast should be ready, right?"

Thinking like this, sure enough, as soon as Rita arrived at the restaurant, she saw the round table with tableware already set, and on one side of the round table, the cook on duty, Xing Ke, wearing a blue apron, was sitting on a chair. He had a cup of wine in front of him.

A pot of tea, but I don’t know what I am doing with my head down.

"Good morning, so-and-so, what are you having for breakfast this morning?"

After sitting in her own seat, Rita also poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip.

"Good morning... For breakfast, No, there is seafood porridge I cooked in the rice cooker... there is also bread, and the toaster is in the kitchen."

Seeing Xing Ke lowering his head, staring at something unknown, with no intention of getting up to serve himself porridge, Rita didn't care. She just thought that he was too obsessed with looking at his mobile phone and had no time.

Moreover, the British themselves do not have the same table manners as Neon, who treat each other as guests and serve each other enthusiastically.

After baking herself a piece of bread, Rita prepared a bowl of porridge.

But when Rita turned on the rice cooker, the rich aroma of fresh food hit her nostrils, Rita's faint sleepiness was instantly dispelled, and her eyes widened instantly.

The smell of shrimp, fish, and the sea made her taste buds instantly overflow with saliva.

He quickly served himself a bowl and took a sip of rice porridge.

Then his eyes lit up and he quickly blew in and took another bite. After that, he took a bite of shrimps that tasted super good.

"Delicious!—What is this!"

Rita almost screamed.

"What? Seafood porridge?"

Xing Ke couldn't help but raise his head and wondered.

"How is that possible! It's not like I've never had seafood porridge before! How could it be so delicious!"

"Does it taste good? That's good."

Xingke nodded calmly again.

"What do you use to make this? It tastes better than the ones in restaurants!"

"...I made it with a rice cooker."

Otherwise, what else can I use? When cooking porridge in a casserole, I feel unconfident and keep looking at the fire.

"Ahem, no, no, no, I mean what material did you use to make it?"

Rita felt that Xingke was deliberately teasing her.

"Oh... I see, I understand why you feel it tastes good."

When he thought about the material problem, Xing suddenly realized it.

"Today's ingredients are quite fresh. I bought them right after they were fished out of the sea."

"Hey? Are you kidding me? There is no sea near here."

Seeing Rita's misunderstanding, Xingji quickly explained what happened to him:

"No, when I bought fish today, I found that it was too early and the supermarkets and shopping streets were not open, so I ran a little further..."

"oh……"

"...went to Tsukiji Fish Market."

"……real or fake?"

Rita felt that this bastard was really kidding her. Tsukiji Fish Market was only a dozen stops away by train, and it took...

"I used magic to teleport there."

It takes about three seconds to go back and forth?

"oh oh……"

That's right, with magic you can really do whatever you want. Rita was a little envious.

With teleportation, wouldn't it be possible to eat the freshest fish and shrimp every morning? Just think about it and you will be happy.

Thinking like this, Rita finished another bowl of porridge without realizing it, and then prepared another bowl.

"Uh, no, even so, you bought fish and shrimps and cooked porridge. It took at least two hours to prepare breakfast, right?

How could you get up today?"

Rita remembered that he also returned to the room at nine o'clock last night? Even if he lay down to sleep directly, he wouldn't be able to catch up, right? Usually he wouldn't get up for less than ten hours after sleeping.

And the food he usually cooks is like that, so why is it so rich today? Could it be...

"Well, actually, let alone getting up, I didn't sleep at all last night."

A proud smile appeared on the corner of Xingke's mouth.

"..."

Seeing him like this, Rita immediately lost any sign of being moved and had to lower her head to drink the porridge. She didn't even care when the bread was baked. With such delicious porridge, why should she eat toasted bread?

"Wasting food is shameful."

"But I can't eat any more."

Yes, before she knew it, Rita had drank three bowls of seafood porridge in a row, and her breakfast food intake had reached the limit.

"How about you help me eat it?"

"You have to eat the bread you baked yourself until you die. This is the etiquette for treating the God of Food."

Xing Ke Erhu refused directly without saying anything.

“Isn’t it the right time for a gentleman to stand up for a lady at this time?”

"The only people who will help the lady with her excess food are her boyfriend and her pet dog.

Do you think I look like that?"

"..."

Bastard, be careful about being alone!

While cursing the star, Rita went to the kitchen to take out the slices of toasted bread that were full of wheat aroma, and then sat at the table with great grievance, nibbling away bit by bit.

The delicious breakfast that I was used to usually doesn't taste good at all now. Why? I doubt my life.

While Rita was eating, she thought about whether she could kill the instigator of this bastard with her eyes.

However, she discovered that during this period, Xingke's eyes were not looking at her, but at the place on the table where there was supposed to be nothing. Her fingers were waving twice in front of her eyes from time to time.
Chapter completed!