Chapter 98,

Japan’s winter vacation usually lasts from Christmas to mid-January.

The Tokyo Affiliated High School where Zhuo is studying has a holiday from December 12th to January 24th, which means there is only one week left.

The reason I asked Ling was because I wanted to know if she had any plans for the future.

If so, he would go back for a few days. Neon is not big anyway, and the transportation is well developed, so he can get home in a few hours.

If not, he would be too lazy to move and might as well hibernate here.

But Zero's answer was very vague.

Is this a problem? Or is this nothing?
Zhuo looked at the three-no loli, not knowing what to do.

Copper pot.

The water around the copper-colored "chimney" has begun to bubble and make gurgling sounds. The aroma of red oil has spread in the air, and the slight spiciness makes people unable to help but secrete.

The water is boiling.

The two of them sat on the sofa, and the copper pot was placed in the middle of the low table in front of them, so they could each take one side without having to snatch the other's... I was just joking before, but they definitely had to snatch it.

According to your own virtue, if you can sit, never stand; if you can lie down, never sit; if you can watch, then just watch.

So he just watched.

I watched Ling lift his body from the sofa, stretch out his little arms to take the dishes on the table, and then put them into the pot according to their areas.

For this kind of hot pot, you usually put as much as you want in it and it is ready to eat after just one dip. Moreover, the pork is cut very thinly so it is very easy to cook.

But she probably took into consideration that there was a lazy guy with a "fourth-level disability" next to her, so she simply put a lot of food into the pot, and then Zhuo just had to use chopsticks to scoop it out.

Zhuo is very self-conscious.

He put some meat into a small bowl and swallowed it with the sauce.

Oh, speaking of sauces, there are always different opinions on the sauces for hot pot or shabu-shabu. Some people like sesame paste, some like to use their own oil, and so on...

Zero is different from all of them, she uses dry ingredients directly.

That was supposed to be a dipping sauce for barbecue.

Damn heresy.

Let’s not talk about this yet.

After Zhuo took two bites, he took the small bowl and scooped new meat from the pot. Then he cleared his throat pretentiously and said.

"I think that the winter vacation is already halfway over, and it feels like a waste of time to go back. Although I feel a little sorry for my parents, they will understand if I don't go back to my hometown. I just don't know how to spend the New Year alone..."

After saying that, he put the mutton slices into the bowl and rinsed them vigorously, taking the opportunity to secretly glance at Ling's reaction.

Zero ignored him, busy adding new ingredients to the pot.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhuo had to add another irrelevant sentence.

"I remember you made soba noodles, too, but with so much meat, it seems like I can't eat anything else."

So fake!

He himself thinks it’s fake!
So I couldn’t say “Guess I’ll have to save it for tomorrow”.

You're not good enough, Zhuo! What can you achieve with this little bit of face?

Zhuo reflected deeply.

Buckwheat noodles are an indispensable part of the New Year’s Eve dinner for Japanese people, as it is a custom.

There are several explanations for this: one is that buckwheat noodles are long and thin, symbolizing longevity; two is that buckwheat noodles can remove the five poisons; three is that buckwheat noodles are pronounced "soba" in Japanese, which is the same as "pang", and it is hoped that the relationship between family members will be as long as buckwheat noodles; four is that buckwheat noodles are relatively crisp and easy to cut, so eating them during the New Year can remove the troubles of the past year.

Ling put the new meat into the pot, picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it slowly.

Then he said slowly.

"You could have just said it."

Zhuo was holding chopsticks, which were filled with meat that was covered with too much sauce.

"Ah, if you are free, can I trouble you for a few more days? I am a loser and I am too lazy to go back."

Zhuo said it in one breath in a toneless voice.

"Well, yes."

Without hesitation, Ling agreed and added, "Do you still want to eat soba noodles?"

Zhuo blinked, and without pausing, he answered as a matter of course: "Of course I have to eat. How can you eat hot pot without eating staple food? It's just empty filling. I'll be hungry again after a while."

Can't eat? Who said that?
Take him out and shoot him. I've spoiled you, but you still can't eat anymore.

shameless.

Then put the meat into your mouth and chew it with big mouthfuls.

Hmm, a bit salty, too much dipping sauce.

But it doesn't matter, you can put more meat into your mouth to rinse it, so that the saltiness of the meat and the dipping sauce will be balanced. So I picked up two-thirds of the meat that had just been put into the pot with a chopstick, blew on it twice, and put it into my mouth.

……

Ling was not surprised at all to hear his answer, and didn't even react at all, continuing to put food in the pot.

She responded faintly when she put the lettuce on the dry ingredients to stick.

"Ah."

"Ah."

Zhuo also said "hmm" faintly, although he didn't know what he was saying.

"I won't compete with you. You can eat slowly and chew more." Ling said lightly.

As she spoke, she stood up and started to fill in new flesh without even looking at Zhuo's reaction.

She still felt that Zhuo had been eating too much recently and had gained a lot of weight.

Zhuo continued chewing, and narrowed his eyes, staring at the back of Ling's busy head with contempt.

"I can't believe Zero said something like that~ Too superstitious! Don't you know the law of conservation of energy? The energy of meat is fixed, the energy of digesting it is fixed, and the energy of absorption is fixed. So even if you chew less in your mouth, your intestines will convert it into energy. The result will not change at all."

"But chewing can give your brain a feeling of fullness, so you consume less energy."

"Uh...oh."

Zhuo responded blankly.

I accidentally said what was in my heart.

Then he hesitated for a moment, and repeated the same trick, picking up two-thirds of the meat that had just been put into the pot. His chopsticks were full, no more.

He lowered his head and began to play ostrich.

When he put it into the bowl, he heard a soft sigh from Ling's side, "You're so greedy," still in such a helpless voice.

Zhuo didn't look up at her and continued to play ostrich.

But this would make him seem humble...how could this be possible?
"Because Zero did it."

zero:"……"

She paused for a moment with her chopsticks in her hand, without even looking at them, and then continued to add new slices of meat as if nothing had happened.

Only then did Zhuo dare to look up cautiously and steal a peek at her reaction.

It was still that expressionless poker face, with no sign of any change.

But based on experience, with Zero's keen sense, I should have been discovered by staring at him like that, and he should have asked "Is there anything else?"

Not this time.

She picked up the remaining meat slices in the pot and ate them in small bites, as if nothing had happened.

Of course it is still so pleasing to the eye.

But it can be true or false!

mock up!

Still can’t cure you?

　Thanks to brother Wu Jue Junwang for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to my wife's brother Shirakami Fubuki for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to my brother who asks "Which is better, black or white" for his monthly ticket.

　　----

　　The snow wasn't heavy, but the road was icy, so I had to walk to work.

　　It took a lot of time, so the update is late, alas~~
　　Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)