Chapter 43, Pig Farming Plan

As the host, Zhuo walked into the small living room first, carrying a roast chicken which could be considered a souvenir.

The time is about five o'clock now.

The sun outside was about to set, and the slanting light was between yellow and red, even inside the house.

Utsunomiya Shuo's small home is still the same as before, with a low table and a short sofa in the middle, a mountain of clothes piled up in one corner, and a massage sofa in another corner.

On the table were a cell phone and a handbag filled with textbooks, as well as a McDonald's thermos bag.

Ling sat down very naturally, without his master's greeting at all.

Zhuo walked into the almost unused kitchen and opened the top storage cabinet.

Even though his meals consist of instant lunch boxes and eating out, his home still has a supply of bowls, chopsticks, and disposable gloves.

Zhuo remembered something and turned around to ask, "Have you eaten?"

The kitchen door faces the sofa, so even here, Zhuo can see Ling sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face.

"not yet."

"Swoosh." Zhuo took down two sets of tableware.

After a simple cleanup, he walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, placing one of the small plates, chopsticks, and disposable gloves on Zero's side, and then placed his own portion.

Subsequently,

After putting on gloves, Zhuo took the roast chicken out of the McDonald's thermal bag, tore off the outer layer of tin foil, revealing the crispy and brown roast chicken inside.

The unique woody aroma wafts into my nose. I didn’t expect McDonald’s has this kind of craftsmanship.

"Wow, it smells good! This must have been freshly baked."

"Yeah." Ling nodded lightly, stretched out his little hand which was two times smaller than Zhuo's, and tore off the chicken wing of the roast chicken naturally.

In Zhuo's opinion, chicken wings are also the most delicious part. Unexpectedly, the two of them have the same opinion.

Then the next second, Ling put the chicken wing on his plate and took his hand back to tear the other chicken wing.

"Student Romanov?" Zhuo stared at the chicken wings on the plate.

Hearing the voice, Ling turned his head and looked at him.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

"That's it."

"I also gave you a plate and chopsticks, right?"

"Ah."

"So putting these clues together, the conclusion should be "Come and eat together", rather than "Please serve me dinner", which is fine." He looked up at Zero.

Ling stopped what he was doing, paused for two seconds, and nodded calmly.

"I see, thank you."

“…No, you’re welcome.”

Zhuo knew that Ling definitely didn’t have a problem with her comprehension ability, but she simply didn’t think about it that way at all.

For Zero, contacting Zhuo was a requirement of the mission, so he did it naturally.

In the final analysis, the two of them are not even friends now, they are just the targets and executors of the mission, or to be more specific, they are at most the breeder and the pig.

Even if one day the pigs dig up the food in the bowl, the breeder would not think that "the pigs invite her to eat together."

"..."

Although it is true, the more I think about it, the more it hurts.

Afterwards, the two returned to their original positions, sitting on either side of the sofa, and aside from tearing up the roast chicken, they ate their dinner in their own little world.

After eating for a while, Zhuo suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling.

The latter once again demonstrated her keen intuition. The moment Zhuo looked over, she raised her head and with a puzzled look, silently expressed the words "Is there any problem?"

"Mr. Romanov, is this really McDonald's?" Zhuo took the initiative to speak.

"It should be." Zero said lightly.

Utsunomiya Zhuo was silent for a moment, then carefully used chopsticks to pick out a triangular piece of baked apple from the half-eaten skeleton and held it up to show her.

Is this a configuration that McDonald's can have?
Ling blinked, seemingly not wanting to explain anything.

Zhuo smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble. I feel bad for making you spend money every time. McDonald's is fine... Of course, this roast chicken is also very delicious."

“……”Zero looked at him in silence.

"Even if the ingredients of this roast chicken are very high-end, it's just so-so in my opinion. I can't taste much difference. I even feel that it's not as good as Orleans..."

"I did this," Zero said calmly.

"...Oh, oh." Zhuo instantly retracted his smile and his expression froze. After two or three seconds,
"…Actually, this is the best baked apple I've ever had."

He swallowed the equilateral triangle apple on the chopsticks in one bite.

...

...

Anyway, these are just minor episodes.

After dinner, Zhuo collapsed on the sofa with a very professional posture. Even Uncle Ge praised it.

Ling left five minutes ago. Maybe she had a small appetite, so she was full quickly.

But the more likely possibility is that Ling was afraid that he would eat too much, resulting in not having enough to eat.

If Zhuo remembers correctly, Uesugi Eriya seemed to be able to eat three bowls of fried rice.

These hybrids seem to be very good eaters.

When Ling left, he thoughtfully wiped the table with a tissue, and packed up the chicken bones and other food residues and threw them into the garbage bag outside.

As the master, Zhuo shouldn't let Ling do this kind of thing... Even if the other party does it voluntarily, it can be considered part of the mission.

But he was gnawing on a chicken wing, and when he realized what was happening, Ling had already torn the remaining roasted meat from the chicken rack into strips and neatly arranged them on his plate. She packed up the remaining skeleton and garbage and held them in her hands.

Apparently the other party didn't even give him a chance to refuse, and no food was wasted. Everything was handled neatly and efficiently.

If this is also part of the zero "pig farming plan", then it is a perfect plan.

If this trend continues, in less than three years, Zhuo will definitely become a useless person who needs care from others.

Then it was natural that I had to work for Lu Mingze.

This plan is very poisonous!

So the next day, Saturday...

Zhuo took the lunch box handed to him by Ling with a normal expression, but he was careless for a moment and forgot to close the door.

Ling, who was standing in front of the door, looked at Zhuo's slightly guilty back with an expressionless face. He was silent for several seconds before going into the house again, changing his shoes, waiting for Zhuo to finish his meal, sorting out the garbage, and taking it out.

Day 3, Sunday...

Zhuo forgot to close the door again.

Day 4, Monday...

It's time to go to school again.

Considering that there is only half an hour in the morning, if he 'forgets to close the door' again, Ling may not have time to eat, which makes him very conflicted.

But then I thought, what if Ling had already eaten? Maybe Ling came after he had eaten?

So he decided to ask.

"Did you have meal?"

"……No."

"Oh, let's do it together!"

Then, breakfast was divided into two portions and eaten.

And then,
Zhuo, Ge You, sofa...

Zero, garbage, go out...

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　　Speaking of the matter of Tiga, it's just my personal opinion. Everyone has different opinions.

　　If I am wrong, I apologize to all the professional chefs.

　　I'm an amateur, after all, I'm almost 30.

　　I'm trash, don't bother with me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)