This morning.

The rhythmic pounding of kitchen knife and cutting board echoes in the kitchen.

The short-haired girl was wearing an apron and quietly prepared breakfast.

"morning."

"morning."

At this time, a vague sound came from the second floor.

Suzuki Jun did not look up, and from the corner of his eyes he noticed that Ninomiya Ya was walking down from the second floor at this time.

"Miss Suzuki, good morning." Seeing Suzuki Juno in the kitchen busy, Ninomiya Ya greeted him.

"Good morning, prepare to go to school?"

"Ah... I have that guy Haysaka on duty today, so I can't take it so early."

Suzuki's eyes moved and stayed on the bento box next to the table: "Is that so? It seems that this breakfast is a bit wasteful."

"Sorry, I worried you, forgot to talk about this last night."

“Don’t care.”

"I'll help."

"OK."

Ninomiya Ya also walked into the kitchen in an apron. When she saw the ingredients on the table, she couldn't help but say, "It's so hard, prepare so many dishes every day, Miss Suzuki, aren't you tired like this?"

"No, it's better to say that I have found one of the few things I can do." Suzuki Kusun cut the ingredients and seemed to be completely embarrassed.

"And everyone will come to help, and it's not really a matter of being tired."

“So that’s how it is.”

At this moment, a noisy sound came from the stairs, and Makoto Shirou walked down with one hand holding Yuko.

After Ninomiya Ye glanced over there, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

"I care a lot?" Suzuki Jun asked suddenly.

"No, no, what do I care about?" After being asked by the girl beside me, Ninomiya Ye felt like his heart was beating and then he quickly began to deny it.

Suzuki Jun nodded slightly.

"That guy." After seeing Makoto Yo Ninomiya sitting in the living room, he looked at Suzuki Jun, "Have you lived alone before?"

"Before?" Suzuki Jun put down his knife and couldn't help but recall the first time he came to Xiaowei Xiongzhuang.

She seemed to have thought of something fun, and the corner of her mouth raised slightly: "Well, I think that's the case."

"That's it." Ninomiya Ye nodded, as if he was thinking about something.

She leaned her back against the stove, unable to help but ask her confusion: "Ms. Suzuki, is the blood relationship between parents and children really important?"

"I have no idea."

“Hey.”

"It's better to say that I'm waiting for an answer." Suzuki's voice was faint, "Some people are obviously not related by blood, but are as close as father and son. Some people are obviously close by flesh and blood, but are as cold as machines."

"Does blood relationship matter?"

"I think it's important or not, it depends on what I think."

She smiled: "If I have a good relationship with my parents, then whether I have a blood relationship or not is actually not very important."

"For me, it's enough to know that they love you."

“…”

After hearing this, Ninomiya Ye was slightly silent. She subconsciously looked at Makoto Shinobi for a few seconds and then withdrew her gaze: "Where is Makoto Shinobi? What did he think before his parents had an accident?"

"I have no idea."

"Is that true?"

"But he must have had a happy and fulfilling family before, which can be seen from the photos." Suzuki Jun said.

"photo?"

"The photo frame next to the TV is the photo of the three of them once."

“…Is it put on recently?”

"No, I've been there all the time."

"Sorry, I haven't observed it carefully."

Breakfast time—

"Senior, ah~"

"Skin!"

Settled in the middle, Shiroye Cheng was fed ruthlessly by two girls on both sides.

"That, I can eat it myself." After being stuck like this by Miya Baiyuyou and Kojima Shoko, Shiroye Cheng seemed helpless, "Also, are the things you pick up a little strange?"

"Strange?" Shoko Kojima looked at the sour cucumber he had grabbed and was a little confused, "Can you?"

Will anyone eat sour cucumbers early in the morning?!

Gong Baiyuyou lowered his eyes expressionlessly and glanced at the oysters he had grabbed with chopsticks.

And where did you get the oysters, this one shouldn't appear on the morning dining table at all?!!!

At this time, Gong Baiyuyou seemed to have read Shiroye Cheng's thoughts and silently gave him a thumbs up.

【This is a great tonic】

"Hehe, there is a good idea." Nana, who was next to her, suddenly raised her hand and said, "It's guaranteed to be delicious."

The three of them glanced at her: "What?"

I saw Nana holding a knife in her hand in the morning and then getting the food held by the two women...

A few seconds later, the oysters caught by two sour cucumbers appeared in front of everyone-

"Clangqiangqiangqiangqiang! Nana's secret burger! It feels pretty good, right?" The girl looked a little proud, "Hurry up and try it!"

Two slices of sour cucumbers are used as bread, and the sandwich in the middle is oysters...

"No, no, no, in a sense, this is already the category of dark food. Why can you turn ordinary food into dark food without going to the kitchen?!"

"Hey, Ah Cheng is so mean, it's obviously not a bad combination." Nana muttered aggrievedly in the morning, "Is my cooking skills that bad?"

"This is not a question of whether it is difficult or not, it is a question of whether it can be entered into the mouth!"

"Big radish chicken, ignore you."

“Eh?!”

It was still lively breakfast time, and Ninomiya Ye, who was sitting in the corner, was silently watching all this.

After a few seconds, she sighed lightly, then put down her chopsticks: "I'm full, thank you for the hospitality."

"Do you want to go to school early?" At this time, Shiroye Cheng asked.

Ninomiya Ye did not answer, but held the sword and planned to go to the yard for a while.

Seeing this scene, Yuko asked in the morning: "Are you really a quarrel?"

"Shh, Yuko." Sakurakawa Koko shrew.

"Okay, don't ask so much." Shiroye Cheng stretched out his hand and gently knocked Yuko's head.

"oh."

The people in the room went to school one after another, and Ninomiya Ye was still practicing swords—

It was not until after Shiroye Cheng and the others left that she slowly put down the bamboo knife, then turned around and returned to the living room to go to take a shower before going to school.

Unintentionally, her eyes fell on the photo.

The girl's pupils shrank slightly.

...

...

...

"Is it your father?"

In the gymnasium after school, the girl stopped and looked directly at Shiroye Cheng and asked this question that didn't need answers.

Sure enough, the man in front of him was silent.

"Well, if it weren't twins, probably," said Makoto Sakaya slowly.

"Why don't you tell me?" Ninomiya Ye took a deep breath, as if he was calming down his mood.
To be continued...