Kirisu Miharu's Plan

"Ittadakimasu."

The three of them sat around a square table, and dinner officially began.

Naoki eats hamburger steak, while Mafuyu and his little sister have a small family hot pot.

(To truly enjoy Onee-sama's loving dinner alone is too enviable… No, it's too much!)

Miharu looked at Naoki, remembering the plot from the shoujou manga she just read, and showed a pitiful expression like a cat asking for dried fish:

"Asakawa, I want to eat hamburger steak too."

"Hmm?"

Naoki turned to look at Mafuyu.

Mafuyu thought, then nodded lightly: "Give Miharu a piece."

"I understand."

Naoki picked up a new pair of chopsticks, then took out a hamburger steak and handed it to Miharu.

"Thank you Asakawa."

Miharu opened her mouth and took a bite, her face immediately revealed a very happy expression: "The hamburger steak is delicious."

The taste is obviously very ordinary, but it's only food made by Mafuyu, so you'll get a 100% emotional bonus from you!

If this siscon girl had arrived two days early, just in time for a dish made of cake flour and gelatin that had passed its expiration date, she might have swallowed a tear with a thumbs up, with a dark bloodless pallor on her face, she said, "Onee-sama's cooking is the best in the world!"

After eating the hamburger steak, Miharu quickly picked up the chopsticks, cut a large piece onto the plate, and pushed the plate in front of Naoki, her face was red, her eyelashes were shaking, and she said in an embarrassed voice:

"Exchange of honor!"

"I just ate your hamburger steak, now it's a gift!"

Big root is a common radish in Oden. Naoki could see it clearly. Miharu doesn't add weird things like Nino, but it's edible.

But it was up to Mafuyu to decide whether to eat or not.

"Mafuyu sensei?"

Naoki looked at Mafuyu.

Mafuyu tilted his head and hesitated: "If it is given to you, you can eat it."

"Thank you."

Miharu is not happy.

What this man did, I obviously gave you food, so why should you thank Onee-sama!

Watching Naoki eat a large root, Miharu studied the common postures in shoujo manga, clasped her hands against her chest, and asked with anticipation, "How does it feel?"

"The taste is mediocre." Naoki gave a fair comment, "The time is a bit short, and the taste isn't that great yet."

"...Eh?"

The smile on Miharu's face suddenly froze.

How should I answer this?

At times like this, it's nice to answer like a shoujo manga, and then say "I won't be happy even if you compliment me"

Miharu clenched her fist under the table: "For Onee-sama's sake, I have to be persistent!"

"In that case, change to another." Miharu took a plate and added a plate, "How about the taste of spring rain."

Spring rain in Japanese material is not rain in the spring, but a common fine fan.

Naoki didn't move his chopsticks, but turned his head to look at Mafuyu.

"Sensei?"

Mafuyu held the teacup and took a sip of the tea lightly: "Eat."

Naoki just ate, then gave an assessment: "It's okay."

"T-try that little sausage again!"

Miharu refused to admit defeat, and put another small sausage into the plate.

"Sensei?"

Naoki looked at Mafuyu again.

Seeing Naoki slightly nodding in agreement, and then daring to use his chopsticks, Miharu raised her hand and pressed her brows, posing in the famous classic Detective Conan pose:

"I understand."

"This man… is clearly a husband who is afraid of his wife."

Don't dare to eat without Onee-sama nodding, what else if not husband afraid of wife?

But that's understandable.

Being with a perfect woman like Onee-sama, I'm sure I will listen to Onee-sama in every way, right?

"I can't help it, it seems that I can only find the ultimate assassination technique-"

Miharu's expression was serious, and she suddenly slumped in front of Naoki, picking up the rice grains that fell at lightning speed.

"What are you doing?" Mafuyu looked surprised.

"Rice fell." Miharu's face turned red, and she faltered, "I-I'll eat it…"

That's right, this is the ultimate technique in shoujo manga. Eating rice dropped by a boy is the ultimate technique after an indirect kiss!

Miharu looked at the grains of rice on her fingertips, her heart was pounding, and her face was as hot as fire: "As long as I eat this grain of rice alone, Asakawa will definitely be heartbroken and empathize with me, right?"

"Don't be nervous, it's just a grain of rice, think of it as fried shrimp tempura, just eat it once."

"Everything to save Onee-sama!"

Miharu closed her eyes, and suppressed the shame in her chest, then lightly opened her lips and took a bite of the rice.

"Ah-"

Miharu only felt that she had bitten off some kind of hard and strange object, definitely not a grain of rice.

(Is it really tempura?)

Miharu stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it lightly, clearly feeling the foreign object in her mouth tighten for a moment.

(But why no taste...)

"Strange?"

Miharu opened her eyes, and saw Naoki leaning over and approaching her, her gaze dropped, and finally landed on half of her index finger.

Why did I eat half the root?

Because the other half of the finger was held in his mouth.

In eerie silence.

Naoki took his index finger out of Miharu's mouth, and even took out a shiny thread from his fingertip, and said lightly, "I just want to throw out that grain of rice myself..."

Miharu finally regained her senses, her already very red face instantly turned into lava in the crater, and a scorching heat could be felt in the air, and white steam shot out of her head.

"Rude people!"

"Pervert man!"

"I can no longer marry!"

Miharu covered her cheeks with her hands, got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Miharu."

Mafuyu shouted, quickly got up and followed, then looked at Naoki in embarrassment.

"I do not do anything." Naoki raised his hand "Sensei, you can't break the law for personal gain."

When a girl who has known each other for less than two hours bites her finger, she is the victim! Come on, look, there's a tooth mark on my finger!

"You…" Mafuyu looked at Naoki's right hand shyly, "You clean your fingers before speaking."

After a while, Miharu came out of the bathroom with tears in her eyes. Upon meeting Naoki's eyes, she immediately looked away like a frightened rabbit.

By the next dinner time, Miharu had no intention of doing anything, so she was finally able to have dinner in peace.