Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

Lixi stood beside the main road, meticulously searching for clues on the road signs.

Su Shi was somewhat embarrassed: "This... I don't think so, right?"

"Click, click, click..."

Ruoye Mu was squatting by the roadside watching the group, while crunching on a small cucumber she had brought with her.

"Nobody has any ideas?"

Yanming glanced around and realized that none of the six of them could come up with a single idea.

If you can't find an idea king, then become one!

"...How about we find some shade and eat something since it's getting late, and then talk about the rest this afternoon?"

"I have no opinion."

"OK, all right……"

"Okay."

"..."

She didn't say she wouldn't go.

"Click, click, click—"

The majority voted in favor, and the remaining two abstained, so the proposal was passed.

The group followed the route marked on the road and soon found a lawn shaded by trees, large enough for the six of them to rest for a while.

Around them, many tourists also began to sit on the lawn and enjoy their lunch.

"Luckily I arrived a little early; if I had walked any slower, I might have been in the sun."

Xiangzi clasped his hands together in gratitude to the tree for providing them with shade.

Shiina Riki took a large picnic blanket from the bag behind her and spread it on the ground.

"Light, sit here."

"Thanks……"

Deng nodded obediently, knelt down in her seat, then opened her small bag, took out a small box, and opened the lid. Inside were golden-brown cream cakes. "These are desserts made by Mommy, they're delicious..."

Everyone else brought things from home as well.

Nagasaki Motoyo also brought some sweets, but they weren't homemade; they were bought from a high-end shop, and you could tell from the exquisite packaging that she had put a lot of effort into choosing them.

Lixi had considered everything thoroughly. In addition to the picnic blanket, the backpack also contained mosquito coils, several sets of portable tableware, and two boxes of fruit slices that she had brought from home.

If it were Wakaba Mutsumi...

"Click, click, click—"

Mu, who was very sensitive to the gazes of others, noticed Yanming's gaze on her. After thinking for a moment, she took out another fresh and juicy cucumber from the bag and placed it in his hand.

Ah, ah, this.

Yanming was actually just curious as he looked at the small cucumber that had suddenly appeared in his hand.

His intuition told him that if he refused, the child might become very upset.

Yanming accepted the cucumber: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Yanming."

"Click, click, click—"*2.

Don't say it.

It's really crispy.

Yanming finished the cucumber in a few bites and asked, "Where did Ruoye buy it? It tastes good."

He plans to stock up on some at home so he can nibble on a couple when he has nothing to do.

"..."

Mu abruptly stopped munching on the cucumber, jerked her head up, and fixed her inorganic eyes on Yanming's parting lips. "No..."

"what?"

"It wasn't bought."

Mu placed the half cucumber in her hand back into Yanming's hand, pointing at it with her finger and saying, "This is mine. I grew it myself."

This time, Yanming, who had been somewhat absent-minded, truly felt the heavy weight of the cucumber in his hand.

It doesn't refer to physical weight, but rather to other aspects.

Chapter 104 What lasts longer than love is companionship.

"Uh……"

Yanming held up half a cucumber and asked earnestly, "Is it okay for me to eat this?"

Since it's such an important thing, wouldn't it be more appropriate to give it to someone you care about more than to give it to him?

Mu shook his head.

But whether that meant "no problem" or "no" is unknown.

"Click."

Yanming took a bite and observed the changes in Mu's expression until he saw the corner of her mouth twitch at an extreme degree, only then did he realize it was the former.

"Wakaba-kun, is cucumber all you have?"

he asked.

If Yanming had said this to anyone else, it would likely have been considered quite impolite.

But he felt that the girl in front of him would definitely understand what he really wanted to convey.

Yanming asked her again to confirm, "Is that so?"

"This is all the food I could bring to share with everyone..."

"But Ruoye, if you only eat cucumbers, you'll go hungry at noon."

Yanming popped the cucumber into his mouth, and as the sweet juice burst out, he took out a food box wrapped in plastic film from the corner of his large backpack. He opened it in front of her, revealing rice balls inside. "Let's trade. I'll use this box of rice balls, which I originally planned to keep for myself, to exchange for your cucumber."

The rice balls in the pink food box were not plump or delicate; on the contrary, they were either leaking filling or too loose. Judging from their appearance alone, they were not even as good as those made by a beginner.

"Uh...it doesn't look very good, but I've confirmed that the taste is fine."

Yanming was a little embarrassed, but he still held out the food box in his hand, "Why don't you try it? I don't know if Ruoye will like my taste."

Because these were defective products that Yanming kept for his own consumption, the seasoning and size were entirely based on his own habits, unlike the other boxes which catered to the tastes of the general public.

In a sense, this harmonious cucumber, like everything else, is "something that belongs only to him."

Mu's eyes flickered, and she carefully reached out and took the worst-looking rice ball from the edge of the food box.

Loose grains of rice fell into her palm, but Mu didn't care.

"Ah..."

I took a small bite, and then a slightly stimulating and spicy taste came over my taste buds, "Cough...cough..."

"It's pepper, I added pepper."

Yanming grinned mischievously. He had deliberately kept this a secret from Mu beforehand, precisely because he harbored such a petty malice.

He was curious whether this girl, who was as delicate and taciturn as a doll, would show any expression other than indifference when an unexpected situation arose.

And the facts did not disappoint Yanming.

In a very brief moment, he successfully caught the hint of reproach in Mu's eyes.

However, Yanming thought she would be angry, so he was prepared to apologize.

"Ah... Ah."

"what?"

But what Yanming didn't expect was that Mu didn't put down the terrible rice ball that only catered to his own taste, but continued to put it in his mouth. "Um, it's okay if you don't force yourself. After all, not everyone can accept my taste..."

"……I love so much,"

The rice ball, which wasn't very big to begin with, was quickly devoured by Mu. Then she looked up and said calmly, "This taste is acceptable."

Mu's gaze remained calm, but at this moment, one could see a sincerity in it that was different from usual.

She wasn't forcing anyone, nor was she lying.

"That's it..."

Yanming nodded, took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, and instead of hastily wiping the rice grains from the corners of her mouth, he pointed with his eyes and placed the wet wipes in her hand. "Then let's eat together."

"……it is good."

Then, Yanming took out the rice balls he and Xiangzi had made together that morning and a box of sushi he had bought from his backpack, walked over and whispered a few words in Xiangzi's ear.

The latter nodded, then took the lunchbox from Yanming's hand and stepped forward, saying, "Everyone, I made rice balls, come and have some?"

"Are these rice balls made by Xiaoxiang? I can't wait!"

Su Shi smiled and responded, then took one out of the food box. "It looks pretty good. I'll start eating."

"You can make rice balls?... Yes, thank you."

Lixi looked at the rice ball that had been stuffed into her hand and immediately changed her mind and thanked him.

"Little lamp, open your mouth, ah—"

Seeing the rice ball suddenly appear so close to her mouth, Deng instinctively opened her mouth, and then the sweetness of the salad dressing and the aroma of the rice filled her mouth.

"……Um?"

The lamp frowned.

Xiao Xiang's food tasted just as good as I imagined, very delicious, but...

It seems that Xiao Xiang's flavor isn't the only one on this rice ball?

"How's it going, Little Lamp?"

Looking at Xiangzi's expectant expression, Deng still couldn't bring himself to say what he wanted to say.

“It’s delicious…”

"Great!"

After making Xiangzi happy, Deng immediately began looking around, as if searching for a certain figure.

Then, she noticed Yanming sitting with Ruoye Mu.

"……Eh?"

Xiao Muhe... Mr. Yanming?

how come……

And Xiao Mu seems... to be very happy?

The lamp, stunned by the scene before it, was thrown into disarray.

After the initial confusion, Deng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately suppressed the urge to sit down.

Although she hoped that Yanming would pay a little more attention to her today, she was unwilling to bother others.

"Little lamp, the snacks your mom made are so delicious!"

Xiangzi's words interrupted Deng's thoughts and drew her attention back from Yanming.

"I think it's great too."

"Yeah, indeed."

The other two members of Crychic also happened to join the conversation, completely extinguishing any thought of moving the light over there.

……