You are Toyokawa Shoko, then who am I?

The hot and sour potatoes on the side are not to be outdone. They are like a colorful scroll with potatoes as thin as silk threads. After being rolled in hot oil and wrapped in the red of chili and the crystal of vinegar, they become carefully woven fine ribbons, quietly waiting for people to appreciate in the scroll.

Not to mention, there was also a steaming hot and generous portion of beef rice placed in front of him.

Such food——

Such a scene——

It seemed even more perfect and happy than the scene she had imagined when she heard other people calling for dinner downstairs.

She took a taste.

The exquisite flavor explodes on your taste buds.

It was like a direct attack on her soul, stimulating her entire body.

For a while.

All the grievances I had endured in the past month rushed before my eyes, as if they would turn into tears and burst out in the next second.

She lowered her head.

Her right hand kept moving the chopsticks into her mouth, trying her best to hide the crying that she didn't want anyone to see.

She hates crying.

I feel that crying is a sign of weakness.

Not only can you not accomplish anything, but you will also easily make others laugh at you.

But now, she wanted to cry out loud again.

Today was the first time she came home without having to clean up the bottles.

No need to clean up the trash.

No need to mop the floor.

No need to do laundry.

No need to do anything.

Like a normal, ordinary person...

Someone would say welcome back to her, banter with her, and cook her a big dinner.

Although it was just an ordinary meal of two dishes, it was incomparable to the delicacies she had tasted before.

But, it’s really warm.

Like her, she curled up in bed and cried quietly day and night during this period, and could only long for a home in her dreams.

There are bright lights.

Someone who is dependent.

…It was just dinner.

It was obviously just dinner.

But it’s really warm.

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"How's it going? I cooked the meal."

"...It's just above average, not as good as some I've tried before, but compared to the shoddy pre-made dishes, it's definitely pretty good."

"Average? You really don't know what's good for you. Those two fried eggs made that scumbag with a strong stomach and iron stomach hold the toilet and vomit for half an hour. The killing power is comparable to that of Sanae Furukawa and Yuigahama Yui. How dare you say that the luminous dish made by a top chef like me who worked so hard in the past is just average? You don't know what a great chef should be!"

"Who are those two people you're talking about...? Never mind, um... your cooking is delicious. Are you satisfied?"

"Hehe... that's more like it."

"Then I'll go wash the dishes. Thank you for your hospitality."

"Wait, put it there. If you're injured, don't work. I'll clean it up in a moment."

"It's just a fall, not a paralysis. Don't worry about me. I'm the head of the family after all. How can I let you cook and wash dishes?"

"Who's worried about you? I just don't want you to drop the dishes I worked so hard to clean today! And the head of the family, leave them there and I'll wash them!"

"I wash!"

"You can't wash it!"

"I can wash it!"

"You, can't, wash, anymore--!"

"I can wash! Ah..."

(Fell)

"humor?_?."

ps: Writing about Daxiang is completely different from writing about Lixi. Lixi can sometimes say things very roughly and accurately, but Daxiang is the former eldest daughter, so I have to pay attention to her choice of words and tone all the time... This is considered a point-scoring reply for Daxiang's article. Kids, I'm really Xiangzi's chef.

So, please vote for Yanzu, Yu Yancheng, Wu Guanxi, and Chaowei. Please post comments in the collection room. On the first day of recommendation, please give me good data. I will offer my ass.

013. True Daxiang, Xiangzi's greatest episode (6K)

Girl's feet.

It can be said to be one of the greatest creations left by God to the world.

Some people advocate returning to nature, and believe that undecorated long legs are already the most beautiful thing in the world.

Some people advocate the use of silk to enhance beauty. No matter what style or length, stockings are excellent, sacred, indispensable and intoxicating.

Among them, which one is the truth of the world, black silk and white silk, lace suspenders and pure long tubes, is a big problem that has troubled people for thousands of years.

The discussion is as intense and the debate is as extensive as the classic sweet and salty debate.

Toyokawa Sho was once a mortal obsessed with the struggle between black and white. He was troubled by false and unintentional appearances and could not achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven for a long time. Until one day, he finally realized the truth in Longchang and saw through the truth of this world.

No matter if barefoot or in stockings.

Whether white or black.

Just Haokan.

That is justice.

"……pain."

Bed.

Shoko Toyokawa sat there somewhat awkwardly, her hands tightly grasping the wrinkled sheets. Her cute little feet took off their white lace socks, and someone applied a simple ice pack to the sprained area.

"It's right that it hurts. Who told you to rush to wash the dishes? You stumbled and almost dropped them. There are only a few pairs of dishes and chopsticks at home, and you're just wasting money."

Toyokawa Sho sat cross-legged on the ground, one hand holding the other's delicate bare feet that could be held in the palm of his hand, and the other hand holding an ice pack wrapped in a towel and applying it to the other's plain and slender ankle.

From his perspective, he occupied an excellent viewing position, and could easily move along the plump thighs, through the exciting absolute area, and see the ultimate thing under the skirt.

but.

Toyokawa Sho had no interest in the beautiful girl in front of him who almost satisfied all his fantasies.

There was no trace of the burning excitement in his eyes from touching someone's bare feet. There was only a mechanical blankness, and one could even see a hint of reluctance and disgust in that blankness.

"And what about you?"

Toyokawa Shoko couldn't stand being accused, and hated the condescending attitude, so she folded her arms and fought back.

“Vegetables are not cheap, and there is also fat beef. With such a large quantity, the price must be very expensive.

"You bought so much stuff, how much do you have left? I need to remind you that I'm not well-off. Once I spend it, it's gone. I won't have any money to give you until next month. Are you going to live on starvation for the next twenty days?"

After saying that, Shoko Toyokawa snorted and turned her head, then secretly glanced at Sho Toyokawa who was sitting on the ground.

Although this person can't speak, he does things very efficiently.

He cleaned up the house in one day, leaving no room for criticism. He even used the money I gave him to buy a lot of things for the house, such as iodine and cleaning agents. He even helped me change the light bulb...

I also bought so many dishes and made a delicious dinner.

Just by doing the math, you can tell that this guy probably didn't buy anything else for himself except the clothes he's wearing and the toothbrush and cup in the bathroom, and all of it was used to supplement the household expenses.

So that is to say.

If, it's just if.

If he really has no money, I don't have to be so hard-hearted. I can still squeeze out some money if I grit my teeth...

"Don't worry, I still have more than 6,000 left."

"How could you possibly still have over 6,000!?"

Shoko Toyokawa stood up in disbelief and kicked the ice pack on her ankle aside.

They were both stunned at the same time, their eyes meeting.

Then they all looked at their ankles, which seemed to be even more red and swollen.

congratulations.

A certain former young lady is in so much pain that she can't even speak.

"It's your fault." Toyokawa Sho said without mercy.

“…” Shoko Toyokawa lay on the bed holding the foot, motionless, as if dead.

"Stop hugging me, give me that foot and I'll rub it for you." Toyokawa Sho gently grabbed the other's white ankle.

"No..." Someone struggled to pull his foot back, and the murmur from his mouth sounded particularly fragile, like a naughty child.

"Stop talking like a sissy. Pressing it will make you get better faster. Do you want to go out as a cripple tomorrow?" Fengchuan Xiang didn't buy her trick. He reached up and grabbed her calf, avoiding the painful part and pulled her foot back.

It’s time to say it or not.

Put aside your prejudices.

Black History's feet are still very good.

The ivory-like skin has an elegant color, like the clear sky after the first snow, or like the surface of porcelain that has been deposited over the years. One can tell at a glance that its texture is delicate, smooth and round.

The ten pink little toes are evenly distributed and symmetrical in shape. The nails are neatly and cleanly trimmed, shining with a healthy color. The lines of the arches are also beautiful and smooth. The elegant arc formed between the muscles and bones is like a carefully crafted work of art.

Objectively speaking, I would give it an 8.3 point rating.

The subjective evaluation is zero points. I wear non-breathable shoes every day and walk back and forth so much that my feet are stuffy and smelly.

I'll buy her some breathable socks and shoes later.

It's really sad to tell others that a beautiful girl has smelly feet.

"How did you manage to save so much money..." Toyokawa Shoko struggled to sit up again and continued to ask, "Even if those household items were sold at a relatively low price and didn't cost you much, how do you explain all the vegetables in the refrigerator?"

"I saw a cabbage cost over three hundred dollars out there. You bought so many eggs, tomatoes, potatoes, and beef, and there's even a piece of cake on the table. No matter how you calculate it, there's no way you'd still have over six thousand left..."

She tilted her chin and guessed uncertainly.

"Do you have any super powers or something?"

"If I had superpowers, would I still be staying here with you?" Toyokawa Sho held her ankles with both hands, pushing and sliding them up and down according to the lymphatic drainage techniques he remembered. "It's just that someone treated me."

"Who?"

Toyokawa Shoko hummed in a daze.

She was now enjoying this skillful technique to the point that her brain relaxed its vigilance and she was unaware of the crisis she was about to face.

"A good drummer with a promising future." Toyokawa Sho unveiled the crisis, flashed and used his ultimate to start a bloodthirsty team fight.

Shoko Toyokawa's heart skipped a beat, and her IQ regained its upper hand.

Good drummer?

And there is still hope in the future?

"...This good drummer...could it be Riki-san?" Toyokawa Shoko's voice suddenly became faint.