Chapter 73, The Morning of Birth
the next day.

It's Monday, and it's time for school again.

The bedroom with windows on two sides can feel the first ray of sunshine in time. At this moment, the morning sun adds layers of golden light to the room, and the dark shadows of crows pass by from time to time.

The wind lifted the translucent gauze curtains, then gently brushed across the boy's cheek, bringing a hint of coolness.

Utsunomiya Sho opened his sleepy eyes, moved his numb arms, and then stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After a while of grogginess, Zhuo took out his cell phone from under the pillow and checked the time.

6: 48.

AM.

Fortunately, I didn’t sleep until the evening.

For Utsunomiya Sho, who always had to be woken up by others, this kind of natural awakening was rare, so his first thought after waking up was that he had slept all day.

I sat against the head of the bed for a while and finally realized that something was wrong.

There was some noise in the living room, as if firecrackers were being set off, or perhaps it was the sound of drizzle hitting the shed.

Zhuo was not worried about thieves breaking into his house. In his bare little house, the only valuable things were his kidneys on both sides of his ribs... oh, and the massage sofa in the living room. But that thing was too big for an average person to carry away.

He thought about it, changed his clothes, got out of bed, tiptoed to the door, and carefully opened it a crack.

The sound was more obvious, a 'hissing' sound, like bubbling water.

The source is the kitchen.

Along with it comes an enticing aroma, or to be more precise, the aroma of meat.

He opened the door and walked behind the sofa, resting one hand casually on the back of the sofa and rubbing his eyes with the other hand.

Somewhat unbelievable.

Maybe I really woke up; or maybe I am still in a dream and haven't woken up yet.

If not,

How come he saw a young girl cooking in the kitchen, and that person was Zero.

"Zero?" Zhuo asked uncertainly.

The three-no loli who was wearing disposable gloves and coating chicken in the kitchen also heard the noise, turned around, glanced at him lightly, then turned back and continued doing what she was doing.

It seems to be saying: What’s wrong with you again?

"Zero Razumovskaya Romanov?" Zhuo called her full name again.

The girl in the kitchen ignored him.

"Renata! Renata Yevgenia Chicherina?"

This time, Zero in the kitchen responded.

She turned around and glared at him coldly.

Then she looked away and put the battered chicken thighs into the pan, making a crackling sound.

Apparently she was cooking, and it was fried chicken, etc…

This reminded Zhuo of what happened yesterday. He did say that he wanted to eat fried chicken, fried pork ribs or something like that today.

However, this scene was too bizarre and he still felt confused.

So I asked another nonsense question: "Are you cooking?"

Zero ignored him.

Zhuo felt that she was very rude, especially since they became more familiar with each other recently, she became more and more rude.

You were so polite when we first met.

Bah! Woman.

But he was not in a hurry to ask anything, because Ling was obviously busy and couldn't spare the time.

Zhuo simply sat down on the sofa and waited for her to finish before asking her what happened.
Zhuo looked at a woman in an apron, busying around in her own small kitchen at home - being in this romantic feeling that men fantasize about, he felt like sitting on pins and needles.

On the one hand, he was not used to it;
On the other hand, it was the man's soul in his body that was stirring.

This is bad.

During this time, after spending a lot of time with Ling, Zhuo no longer deliberately kept a distance from her, but he also did not regard her as a woman to be conquered. It was more like... a friend with the responsibility of feeding her? That kind of relationship.

So this scene had a bit of an impact on his Tao heart.
It's that kind of feeling of sudden enlightenment: "Oh~~ So Zero is also a woman!!"

Zhuo scratched his brow and looked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Zero was frying various things and processing vegetables. Her light blonde hair was tied into a bun behind her head, swaying as she moved back and forth.

Although there was no romance between them, the scene seemed too familiar, and there was always an illusion that they were already married.

He really didn't have any improper thoughts about Zero, but the sight of a beautiful girl standing in his kitchen cooking for him was enough to arouse his imagination.

"You're not thinking about anything weird, are you?"

"Don't guess."

Ling guessed his thoughts without even turning his head, which almost made Zhuo unable to hold back.

And Ling just turned around, glanced at him lightly, and continued to be busy as if nothing had happened.

He broke into a sweat.

Fortunately, Ling did not pursue the matter, so Zhuo did not expose his inner filthiness.

He sat on the sofa and continued to observe Zero's back, thinking in admiration, "This guy is really perceptive," while suppressing the manly desire that was slightly rising in his heart but could still be controlled.

About ten minutes later, hot dishes were placed on the table one after another.

Since the menu was decided yesterday, the dishes on the table were all within Zhuo's expectations.

Zero placed the last of the vegetable platter on the table and looked up.

"Fried food is better fresh out of the fryer. The key is still under the cactus."

Simple and concise.

Zhuo's original intention was to let Ling use the key to open the door directly when he delivered the meal... Forget it, these are not important.

"Would most people cook at someone else's house? Oh, I don't mean anything else, just..." Zhuo asked.

Zero looked at him suspiciously.

Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Don't you think this behavior is... too much?"

Ling looked into his eyes, paused for a few seconds, and said, "You think too much," then walked away calmly and returned to the kitchen.

Zhuo was once again rendered speechless by her.

The bird is like this~
If you don't have some ulterior motive, why would you care about such things?

According to the age of both lives combined, he should be older than Zero. But in this regard, Zero is much calmer and clearer than him.

Although Zhuo still felt that there were many things wrong in his heart, thinking "Is this really okay?", he had no intention of attacking Ling, so this... seemed... maybe... probably... it was not impossible?

Besides, since you can eat freshly cooked meals, there is no reason to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, right?
So Zhuo tacitly agreed to this matter.

Fried chicken, fried ribs, roasted pig's trotters, red meat, potato pancakes, and vegetable salad.

All the dishes mentioned yesterday are now on the table.

Zhuo looked towards the kitchen.

These dishes were divided into four portions by Zero, two of which were placed on the table, and the other two were left in the kitchen. Zero was packing them in the lunch box he brought with him.

It looks like that's his lunch today.

　Thanks to brother secular322 for the two monthly tickets.

　　Thanks to brother 20210828020123993 for the two monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)