MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

Hey, lamp, why are you looking at me?

Here you go, this is my heartfelt gift, but alas, I didn't get a single bite!

Take a picture and send it out.

Ai Yin likes to show off a lot of things and display herself.

Only for the band.

Aine wants to show everyone her best and most amazing self.

There were also two people who were furious.

Because these are the best things for Aine.

"Hey Sakiki, why is one of the burgers so oily, while the other is so bland!"

As we all know, oily foods don't taste as good once they get cold.

The colder it is, the greasier it becomes, and the more nauseating it feels.

Ai-yin immediately noticed the difference between the two hamburger patties.

"Because this is something I just learned. It's because a mother found that her daughter was always a picky eater, naughty, and lively. So, in order to get SO to eat more vegetables, she specially made vegetable juice and poured it on her daughter."

"As for how I knew?" Xiangzi touched his stomach.

Meat that's been frozen for a month or two, no matter how well it's frozen, is still inedible.

otherwise.

You'll have diarrhea all day.

Xiangzi muttered a complaint in a low voice.

Thankfully, I realized what was happening after only taking a small bite.

If you can't figure it out in one bite.

I still have to keep trying.

Thankfully, it was made.

SOYO had a great time eating.

Moreover, this small design.

"It's a mother's love for her daughter," Xiangzi said with a smile.

. . . . . .

"Um, thank you, Dad."

"Hey! Huh! A light? What's wrong, a light?"

A man at work looked at his daughter and suddenly thanked him.

"He Xiangzi and Ai Yin ate the bento box that Dad made and said it was delicious! Everyone was very happy."

"Huh? Did you share your bento with your friends? Oh!"

The man burst into tears in an instant.

My daughter is now able to share her lunchbox with her friends.

Really good.

It's decided! Starting today, I'll make a bento box for my daughter so she can share it with more people!

. . . . . .

"Dad! Did you put the wrong lunchbox in? Isn't this my lunchbox? Why is it Mom's lunchbox in here?!"

"Oh! I forgot to tell you, your box is bigger, so it can hold more."

"...I'm going to tell Mom that you overcharged her by two thousand yen when you reimbursed her for gas last time!"

"Ha! He overstated it by two thousand?"

"......mom?"

"Something came up, I need to take care of it first."

"Eh?"

So, did Mom change it for herself?

. . . . . .

Silly Mom, are you secretly letting me eat more? But that's Dad's intention, mo~ silly Mom!

Also, I'm sorry, Dad.

Ai-yin stuck out her tongue and apologized to her father, who didn't know what to do.

. . . . . .

Xiangzi swiped his screen and slowly scrolled down to look at the profile picture that wouldn't light up.

When talking about another mother.

It's always inevitable.

Click to open.

She was acting coquettishly, complaining about how much the school taught, how messy her things were at home, and how strict the teachers were.

Further up.

Grandpa is free today, so let's make dumplings together as a family.

I was still laughing at myself, wondering if my mom could even wrap it.

Mom said, "It's good for the whole family to be together. Besides, your mom's dumpling-making skills were taught by my mom's mom. Grandma is very good at making dumplings."

Then he even complained about it.

They said the dumplings their mother made weren't tasty at all.

The mother retorted.

That's because your grandma is too amazing. Mom thinks no one in the world can compare to your grandma, so she didn't think that much about it.

Even after your grandmother passed away, your mother still hadn't learned it.

Because, in the past, you could just say you wanted to eat it and it would be available.

. . . . . .

That's how our chat ended that day.

Xiangzi kept looking at it.

I don't want to eat dumplings at all.

Wiping away his tears and patting his cheeks, Xiangzi turned and went to class.

I should forget about myself, after all, I have amnesia.

Let's not let those vague memories resurface.

. . . . . .

Su Shi sat in the pavilion.

Looking at Wakaba Mutsu beside him.

Today, I made a point of having lunch with Xiao Mu.

No reason.

We weren't together before because Xiao Mu went too far!

The cakes made by Xiangzi, the snacks made by Xiangzi, all made by Xiangzi.

Everything was done by Xiangzi.

Every time I guessed that the other person was eating food made by Xiangzi.

Look over.

Just said.

Hey, Xiao Mu, is the cake in your hand made by Xiangzi?

Then you can see the other person put it in their mouth and swallow it, then look at you and nod.

"Yes!"

"..."

Wakaba Mutsumi, that's too much!!

Are you saying that Xiangzi didn't make any for himself?

Yes!

but.

Not the same.

Yes, it's different.

An ordinary cake, and a cucumber and mango cake that no one has ever made before, with a note on it that says, "Xiao Mu must be happy today!"

The obvious favoritism was palpable; in an instant, even though it was something Xiao Xiang had made himself.

But it's delicious, and indeed, the obvious preference for it is just too much.

And now.

Su Shi opened her lunchbox and looked at the hamburger patties on it.

His eyes turned to Xiao Mu.

The other person looked over and stared at him.

Hmph! I won't give you this!

Su Shi straightened his chest and hummed inwardly.

Of course, I'll consider it if Xiao Mu asks me to!

However, Ruoye Mu did not speak.

Didn't you guess it?

Su Shigang was about to say, "Hey, Xiangzi made me so many hamburger patties yesterday!"

I haven't said it yet.

Then I saw Xiao Mu take out a lunchbox that was similar to hers, and then open it.

The same side dishes.

. . . . . .

"When?"

"Xiang gave this to me this morning."

“…That’s great!” Su Shi puffed out her cheeks, but raised an eyebrow as she watched the other person eat the hamburger patty soaked in vegetable juice.

"Cucumber?" Xiao Mu tilted her head and pondered.

"Hmph~" Su Shi ate her bento box in small bites.

Even so.

Xiangzi's love and care for her were not fake.

When I woke up in the morning.

I saw my mother.

The mother looked at her and asked if she was alright, saying that she had seen the medicine on her bedside table and the medicine bag in the trash can.

He recounted what happened yesterday, but he omitted a lot of details.