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If there's a chance in the future... bring the young lady here more often.
Lingzi watched the farce unfold from the sidelines, a smile involuntarily playing on her lips.
The shop manager is really popular.
Because I was more focused on listening and watching, I ate less frequently.
Especially when she saw Qingye carrying one person in each arm and heading upstairs, her face flushed slightly.
On one hand, I admire Kasumigaoka and Otome's bold actions.
On the one hand, I felt that it was a bit wrong for the store manager to do such a bad thing.
After all, there are still so many people here.
Reiko is about the same age as Kasumigaoka, but having experienced a lot, she naturally understands what Aoba just said.
She picked up a macaron and put it in her mouth. (Read exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
For some reason, she felt a little envious of Kasumigaoka.
Perhaps in Kasumigaoka's heart, the shopkeeper is her support.
Because she had someone to rely on, she could act recklessly in front of him without any restraint.
It gives me a sense of security and support.
Even though she was just an observer, she still felt very warm.
It's just one thing...
There's glass nearby too. Aren't the bold Kasumigaoka family members afraid of corrupting the children?
However, without Kasumigaoka's company, the little girl has started nodding again.
Until the girl hurriedly ran down from the second floor and returned to the little girl's side.
The little girl groggily looked up for a moment, then collapsed back onto Kasumigaoka and fell asleep again.
Reiko smiled as she looked at Kasumigaoka, whose face was flushed and heart was pounding. Clearly, the conflict had left the girl still somewhat disturbed.
This quiet, playful atmosphere was a rare treat for Reiko.
She picked up the macarons from the plate again.
This is the second to last one.
Lingzi had a slight illusion.
She seemed to feel someone looking at her?
After a slight hesitation, he turned his head and looked around.
Kaguya, with a calm expression.
Kasumigaoka is taking care of the sleeping little glass.
Grandpa Nurarihyon was still smoking his pipe with his eyes closed, without any smoke.
She didn't realize who was watching her.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Reiko felt a sense of relief and ate the second-to-last macaron.
But as soon as she ate it, that gaze appeared again.
Reiko was confused.
Macarons...
These three words echoed blankly in Kaguya's mind.
During that time, she watched silently as Reiko ate macarons one after another.
The macarons were dwindling...
She has a hard time staying quiet.
As a member of the Shinomiya family, she had traveled to many places and had tasted and seen a great deal of high-end cuisine.
There are countless varieties, such as macarons.
but. . .
She suddenly has a craving for a piece.
I was a little embarrassed to ask for a second dish.
So all I could do was remain calm and quietly watch Reiko eat.
He felt a little uncomfortable every time he lost one of those tiny macarons.
She almost broke her composure when it came to the second to last one.
But thankfully, she managed to hold back in the end.
Finally, only one remained.
She glanced at the macarons served on the plate.
Small, round, and inexplicably cute.
The thought that the macarons would soon be gone made Kaguya a little sad.
I picked it up.
She's going to eat.
Kaguya's heart was fluctuating with Reiko's behavior.
Reiko took half of it, then she stopped.
Kaguya is a little weird.
But immediately, she froze on the spot.
"Want to eat?"
Reiko put the macarons back on the plate and smiled as she pushed them towards her.
Her smile was like a warm sun.
Kaguya opened her mouth in surprise.
Reiko didn't say much, but just chuckled and pushed the macarons in front of Kaguya.
Kaguya lowered her head in silence, acquiescing for a moment.
Finally, I whispered a thank you.
This scene was witnessed by Aoba, who had just come downstairs, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.
So this young lady has expressions too?
He had just punished Otome and it wasn't appropriate for him to say anything more at this moment, so he silently walked into the kitchen.
Grandpa Nurarihyon's bear paw is almost ready.
This time, I won't be making braised bear paw slices; I'll try a different dish...
Aoba pondered the dietary habits of this country's 810.
It's best to go for something a little lighter, and use dishes that showcase the original flavors of the ingredients.
Steamed bear paws, please.
The bear paw that Grandpa Nurarihyon sent had absolutely no odor, making it perfect for steaming.
Having made up his mind, Qingye deftly picked out the completely mushy bear paw from the pressure cooker.
I let it cool slightly on a plate.
Then, as if remembering something, she took another macaron from the dessert table and walked to the front of the room.
In the front hall.
Kaguya stared at the macaron on the plate that was pushed towards her for a while before picking it up with her hand and slowly putting it in her mouth.
Kaguya, with her lips slightly bulging, was no longer as cold as before.
On the contrary, it looks rather cute.
The maid beside her sighed softly, then a slight smile appeared on her lips.
Kaguya-san looks adorable even like this!
Not long after Kaguya finished the macaron, Aoba placed a brand new plate of macarons in front of her.
Kaguya looked up at Aoba with some surprise.
"If you want to eat, just say so. It's not nice to secretly stare at others."
Qingye said with a light laugh.
He noticed Kaguya's behavior as soon as he came out from the second floor.
Or rather...
Everyone noticed except for Nurarihyon, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Including Kasumigaoka, which turns its head to the side.
So even the aloof young lady can be warm sometimes!
Kaguya froze after hearing Aoba's words.
Those eyes held hesitation, embarrassment, and shyness.
Various emotions are intertwined.
She felt many eyes watching her again.
Take a quick look.
She noticed that, apart from everyone else in the hall...
Even the maiden lying on the second-floor stairs was looking at her with a flushed face.
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