Chapter 95, We Are All Brothers

"…Did the teacup fall over?"

"emmmm..."

11:00, on time, exactly, Ling opened the door with the key under the cactus. After seeing the water stains on the table and the floor, he asked.

While Zhuo was still thinking about how to argue, Ling had already walked silently to the kitchen and opened the closet.

She paused in front of the closet, as if she had discovered something, or figured something out, before taking out the rag and returning the way she came.

There was no need for him to explain why.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is a silent worker.

Now Zero has returned to his usual expressionless look.

His expression was the same, neither cold nor hot. There was no trace of the complex expression that was enough to write a million-word autobiography when he was holding the rag doll yesterday. It even made people wonder if it was a dream.

This is normal. It is better to say that Zhuo also hopes that Ling can stay like this.

By the way.

Zero actually wore a skirt today!!!
This was the first time Zhuo had seen Ling wearing a skirt other than her school uniform. The blue and white skirt reached her ankles, and it was a one-piece dress that covered her tightly, leaving no space for her brothers.

So we rule out the option that Zero was giving a special benefit to his brother because of yesterday’s gift.

She probably just wanted to wear it.

Then she stood in front of the table, took out a black hair tendon from the gap in the sofa where she had been sitting, put it in her mouth, grabbed the waist-length golden hair behind her head, tied a knot, and finally fixed it with the hair tendon.

Then, without saying a word, she bent down and began to clean the table, with the high ponytail behind her head swaying up and down.

It makes Zhuo feel itchy just by looking at it.

"Let me go!"

Zhuo stretched out his hand in a pretentious manner.

When he shouted this, his body lay on the sofa without moving, he just raised his hand and stretched it out symbolically.

Zero simply ignored him and kept his head down to work.

Zhuo didn't want to force it, so he let go of his hand reluctantly.

After cleaning the table, it's the floor's turn.

The floor was a bit troublesome because it was covered with tatami mats, which had to be removed and cleaned if they got dirty. Fortunately, there was an extra layer of cushions around the table, which is a common habit in Japan.

So Zero simply pulled the cushion out from under the table and put it aside.

"that……"

"I'll take it with me when I go back and send it back tomorrow."

Zero seemed to guess what he was going to say.

"Oh, that's fine," Zhuo paused and added, "Thank you for your help."

Ling seemed not to have heard it. He walked back to the kitchen silently, washed the rag with water, put it back in the closet, and then walked back.

Zhuo looked at her from behind, wondering if she was angry because she had soiled the floor and the table, which increased her workload.

"Are there guests at home?"

After returning, Zero stood in front of the table and asked calmly.

It was a really plain tone, even though she usually spoke like this, but with these words, she had the feel of a hostess.

Oh boy, I almost got tempted.

"Ah--yeah." Zhuo nodded.

"I see."

Zero said calmly.

This matter ends here.

As for lunch, Zero brought a grill today, an electric grill that can also be used indoors.

Looking at Ling's petite body, he carried a barbecue grill that was almost as big as her into the house, then moved the table and placed the barbecue grill in that position. After that, he went to deal with the fresh meat and vegetables in the shopping bag. Since she came in, he has never been idle. Even with Zhuo's thick skin, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Just asking, do you need help?"

This time he sat up and raised his little hands to ask.

The tone is weak.

During this time, Ling had washed his hands, and then began to prepare kitchen utensils and arrange the ingredients neatly for his later use.

Everything was handled in an orderly manner, which was really admirable. Perhaps she also heard that Zhuo's "help" this time was different, and turned her head to look at him with a puzzled expression.

"For grilled meat, you just need to slice it and prepare the vegetables... Can you handle washing the vegetables?"

"Do you look down on me?"

Zhuo said this with certainty, and immediately walked to the kitchen under Ling's sight and stood on her left side.

It turns out that Zero was right.

People who don't cook often don't know which parts of vegetables to pluck and which to leave. It's wrong to choose to pluck parts based on appearance.

Zero didn't laugh either, perhaps this kind of thing was just natural to her.

After all, how can a pig choose its vegetables? Right?
So she used a kitchen knife to cut the meat, but her eyes were always on Zhuo, and she gave him advice in time. Sometimes she would stop what she was doing and demonstrate to him.

In short, the preparation time has actually become longer.

Next comes the barbecue session.

Zhuo also figured out one thing.

Maybe, possibly, probably, almost, there is such a possibility——the reason why Zero wore a little skirt today... although she didn't trust her brother's character... and brought the grill here specially.

Just to repay yesterday's gift?
Zhuo looked at the mountain of meat stacked up in front of him like a pagoda, with the rich gravy flowing from top to bottom of the plate.

many.

And on Zero's side...

Zhuo turned his head and looked over. Ling was still turning the meat on the grill, and smearing a thin layer of barbecue sauce on the lettuce leaves he liked. In this way, if he wanted to eat meat wrapped in lettuce, he could just wrap it and eat it, saving the process of smearing sauce.

It was almost fed into his mouth.

Her plate was empty.

The barbecue tower on the washing plate was almost stacked to a thick layer of ten centimeters high.

And every time he picked up a piece, his delicate hands would immediately put a new one on...the pagoda still maintained its original height.

This reminded Utsunomiya Shuo of the rice mountain and menshan in the 89 version of "Journey to the West".

You can never finish it.

——It turns out there is a kind of hunger in the world called: Zero thinks you can still eat.

……

The final result, of course, was that Zhuo lay on the sofa, completely unable to move.

This time she was really lying on it, with both legs on the sofa, taking up all the space. Her belly was obviously higher than her chest.

It's about to explode.

But it's cool.

At this moment, he was lying on the sofa. There was a small stool placed on the floor next to his head. On the stool was a cup full of lemonade with a very long straw inserted, which connected directly to Zhuo's mouth.

This time it was really fed into his mouth.

This gift is worth it!
This gift is worth it!
This gift is worth it!
Repeat important words three times.

And zero.

Only then did she start to eat properly... Because there was no seat, she simply knelt on the tatami, with her light blue skirt spread out on the green tatami. The three-no girl ate the unfinished barbecue on his plate without any expression.

As for eating what he left over... Zhuo didn't have so many thoughts and wasn't that pretentious.

Just eat it, we are all brothers.

You have time to think about this problem. If you don’t want to, think about finding another reason to give Zero a gift.

It would be even better if I could get a monthly pass.

　Thanks to brother Mo Yuzhao for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Aspirin Effervescent Tablets for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to the diver and brother for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother 20221130010805321 for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Xixingyao~ for the two monthly tickets.

　　Thanks to brother Wujue Junwang for the monthly ticket.

　　grateful,

　　
　
(End of this chapter)