Chapter 168: Peeling Eggs (Part )
Following Zero's footsteps, keeping a distance of about two meters from her, we moved up in circles on the asphalt road, one in front and one behind, without communicating, each walking our own way.

The sky gradually brightened, and the early sun in the distance penetrated the clouds and mist and shone on the ground, creating a ray of light in the thick mist, which then spread out in all directions and finally disappeared.

Today, Utsunomiya Shuo was wearing the white T-shirt that Zero had prepared for him yesterday, with a huge sunflower on the chest.

do not know the meaning.

We drove on this winding road for a long time. There is a word called "nine turns of large intestine" to describe a road that is winding, strange, smelly and long... Zhuo thinks it can be used to describe this mountain road.

I even felt that Zero seemed unhappy because he had to climb uphill repeatedly.

After walking for about twenty minutes, we finally reached the platform at the top.

Looking up, you can see a huge wall made of black rocks. It looks old, but still strong. You can imagine how much effort it takes to maintain it. It is said that everything here is a cultural relic protected by the government.

You can steal one and sell it for money, which is more profitable than stealing batteries.

Ha people.

Behind the high black wall is the most luxurious mansion in Atami. Rows of cherry trees are planted along the walls in the courtyard. Some rebellious branches grow outside the wall, with light pink cherry blossoms hanging on the branches.

There were gray stone steps in front of the huge mahogany door. Zhuo lowered his head and followed Ling up the steps.

He had the impression that there seemed to be two cats here. He forgot what breed they were, and couldn't remember their names, but there were two cats anyway.

But I didn't see it.

"I'm Kimura Hiroshi, the butler of the Black Stone Residence, and welcome!" Kimura Hiroshi stood by the door, put one hand on his abdomen, lowered his head and introduced himself.

Although the old man in the black suit lowered his posture, one could still hear his calmness in his words.

Zhuo remembered that the old man was frightened during the Tokyo incident.

Reading a book from a God's perspective is always different from seeing it in person. For example, Su Enxi, whose appearance in the novel was briefly mentioned, has a pure face in real life... She was born at the wrong time. If she were born more than a decade later, Milk Tea Sister would be far better than her.

At this moment, Zhuo felt that this old man was very imposing.

Even if such a person appeared at a gathering of business tycoons and politicians, he would probably remain calm and maintain his usual demeanor.

"Hello."

Zhuo knew that Kimura Hiroshi was talking to him, and nodded in response.

Zero beside him looked at him, then asked Kimura Hiroshi: "Are they still there?"

"Yes, Miss Enxi is calling you over."

Hiroshi Kimura bent over and said respectfully.

"Yes," Ling nodded, "There is breakfast prepared in the kitchen. Can you bring it to the dining room for me?"

"I'll bring it to you right away. Please wait a moment!"

Then leave quickly.

"This way."

Zero turned back and said to him, then led the way.

"Oh."

Zhuo followed.

He kept his head down the whole time, counting the pebbles he stepped on. In the corner of his vision was the neatly trimmed lawn, and above his head was an old cherry tree whose bark was about to fall off, and cherry blossoms were falling continuously.

It's simply a paradise.

Picturesque.

Then I entered the house and saw tatami mats under my feet, which were obviously high-end products.

"No need to change shoes."

Zero in front stopped and looked back at him and reminded him.

"……Oh."

Zhuo responded blankly. Everything around him seemed to be of great value. He had never experienced such an environment in his past or present life. The tatami under his feet might be enough for an ordinary person to struggle for a lifetime.

A little reserved.

The corridor through the restaurant is hung with all kinds of famous paintings on the walls. This should be a passage full of luxury and taste... but all kinds of clothes are thrown everywhere. From exquisitely tailored kimonos, Christian Dior suits, Christian Louboutin high heels, Wolford stockings, La Perla underwear, and Cosplay costumes that I can't name... they are thrown everywhere.

Utsunomiya Zhuo carefully avoided the large-sized bra at her feet... It was obvious that it was not the size of Su Enxi and Ling... There was a creaking sound from the front, and it was the maid standing by the door who pushed it open first.

Sure enough, in the world of the rich, doors can be opened without using hands.

When entering the restaurant, there is a huge long dining table under the crystal chandelier.

Kimura Hiroshi was already standing at the table, breathing slightly, and breakfast was neatly arranged on the table in front of him.

Breakfast was average.

Boiled eggs and steamed dumplings, as well as soy milk...

It doesn't fit in here, and it doesn't fit in this country.

Zhuo turned his head and looked at Ling. She had no expression on her face and had already found a seat to sit down.

After thinking about it, Zhuo sat next to her.

In an unfamiliar environment, it is more reassuring to sit next to someone you know.

…I finished eating the steamed buns with soy milk and was about to peel off the eggshell with my bare hands when I suddenly heard the sound of ‘bang bang bang’ footsteps in the corridor.

It was the sound of bare feet running on wooden boards.

"Hurry, hurry, try this one—"

Hearing this, Zhuo looked up and saw Su Enxi, who was only wearing a nightgown, standing there with her hands supporting a princess dress - a real princess dress, with a puffy skirt, and the dress was shiny and dazzling.

When Su Enxi saw that he was also here, she blinked and raised her hand to greet him without any shyness.

"Morning, handsome boy~"

Smile is as fleeting as a flower.

"Good morning."

Zhuo nodded in response, then lowered his head without looking around.

Boom—boom—boom—

Another sound of footsteps.

This time I didn't need to look up to know who it was.

"Hmm? Are you here already?" the newcomer said, walking to the opposite side of the table and pulling out a chair to sit down. "Good morning, handsome guy. I'm Mai Sakutoku. I'm happy to be here for the first time~"

Very authentic neon accent.

Jiude Mai is a Japanese.

"The first one is the first one, the first one is the first one, the first one is the first one." Zuo responded with his head lowered.

"This is..." Picking up a steamed dumpling, Jiude Mai turned to look at Su Enxi behind him, "...Didn't you say he knew us?"

"How would I know?" Su Enxi shrugged, walked to the table and sat down, then picked up the cup and drank some soy milk.

Then, they both put their hands on their chins and stared at him intently.

And Zhuo was concentrating on picking the eggs in his hand.

"Sanwu, what does this mean? Are you shy?" This was the voice of Jiude Mai.

Her voice is very special, with the softness unique to women, but also a unique sharpness.

Just hearing the sound makes my chest itch.

Simply outrageous.

"Are you shy? No way? Weren't you very cool on the phone? Hahaha——" This was Su Enxi's voice, not at all as confident as when they first met.

Zhuo lowered his head and didn't answer. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Ling beside him also turning his head to look at him.

Pretend not to see and continue peeling the eggs.

You have to be careful when peeling the eggshell, and don't look around. Otherwise, you might eat the eggshell, or you might lose control of your eyes...

(End of this chapter)