Variety Comic: The heroines are all my ex-girlfriends

Her eyes fell on the large delivery box.

Kasumigaoka Utaha naturally became curious:”What did you buy?”

But she quickly realized

‘What he bought has nothing to do with me. ‘

With this thought in mind, Kasumigaoka Utaha quickened the pace of getting the water. Yukima

Yuan put the courier box aside slowly.

He did not intend to open it immediately.

Instead, he took out a pair of white slippers from the shopping bag and placed them on the shoe rack at the entrance.

He caught a glimpse of this scene.

Kasumigaoka Utaha slightly tightened her fingers holding the thermos cup.

‘What’s the point of doing this now?

After getting the water, Kasumigaoka Utaha strode towards the stairs.

At this time, Yukima Yuan suddenly called out to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“Kasumigaoka-senpai”

“What’s the matter?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around and looked at Yukima Yuan, her pretty eyebrows furrowed deliberately.

She looked like she was saying ‘don’t talk to me’ and kept people away.

Yukima Yuan didn’t care.

Or rather, he knew her and wouldn’t take these little actions seriously.

She was just like that.

Like a hedgehog, she would stab anyone who came close to her without thinking twice.

“”Do you want to have lunch, Senior Kasumigaoka? I can make your portion for free.”

Yukima Fuchi said. Kasumigaoka

Shiyu stared at Yukima Fuchi for a while.

Her eyes were cold.

Then she turned around and continued to walk up the stairs.

“Not interested.”

The cold words floated down from above.

Returning to the room,

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat on the bed, her brows really furrowed this time.

“When did he learn to cook? He knew nothing at first and had to rely on me to make omelette rice to survive….”

The previous scene flashed in my mind.

Yukima Fuchi, who came to Tokyo to study alone, ate unnutritious bentos or simply ordered takeout every day.

After falling in love, Kasumigaoka Utaha would occasionally go to the apartment where Yukima Fuchi rented and cook some simple dishes for him.

About three times a week.

Although Kasumigaoka was not a Yamato Nadeshiko who was proficient in cooking.

But at least she got full marks in cooking class and was good at simple dishes.

Yukima Fuchi, who was eating omelette rice, curry and grilled saury, would often look up.

His eyes were raised and he looked at Kasumigaoka without blinking.

His mouth was full of food.

But those eyes seemed to be able to speak, expressing admiration and praise.

When she thought of that boy, who had just calmly asked if he wanted to make a dish for her”by the way”,

Kasumigaoka felt a wave of distress in her chest.

Anyway, what Kasumigaoka heard was just a casual by the way.

Maybe it was the ex-boyfriend filter.

The morning passed quickly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha managed to tidy up the room and placed her gifts around the room.

Although Yukima Yuan had obviously cleaned the room carefully, it was inevitable that dust would fly everywhere.

Opening the windows and the door, Kasumigaoka Utaha prepared to wait for the dust to settle before cleaning.

As a result, when she opened the door, she heard the”da da da” sound of chopping vegetables and the”sha sha” sound of frying pans coming from downstairs.

Just by listening to the sound, one can feel the other party’s proficiency in cooking skills.

Not to mention, the fragrance that poured into the room along with the air.

Most of the dishes in the Kingdom of Sakura are stewed, or simply eaten raw.

The aroma of stir-fried dishes is obviously more tempting than traditional Sakura Kingdom dishes.

‘Gurgle…’

Kasumigaoka’s stomach growled.

There was nothing she could do about it, as she had been busy all morning.

Listening to the sounds downstairs and smelling the aromas,

Kasumigaoka felt even worse.

Because he acquired the cooking skills after he left her.

This made Kasumigaoka think uncontrollably. She wondered who he would cook for, and who he was learning to cook for.

Would he injure his fingers while learning to cook for someone, so that he would have to wrap several of his fingers with Band-Aids.

Would he put the prepared food in front of someone, and then quietly hide his fingers with Band-Aids behind his back?

“”Bang!”

The door was shut with great force.

She casually took out the pineapple buns that had been prepared long ago from the suitcase.

This is Kasumigaoka Utaha’s favorite food.

She moved today and prepared to eat it at noon.

But at this moment, when she tore off a piece with her mouth, Kasumigaoka felt that it tasted like chewing wax.

Carrying the dishes, Yukima Yuan came to the dining table.

He made one portion.

Yukima Yuan knew Kasumigaoka too well.

In this situation, even if Kasumigaoka starved to death, this arrogant senior sister would never come downstairs to eat.

Making two portions would be a waste.

After dinner, Yukima Yuan returned to the room and took out the seven-inch plate, which is the shogi chessboard.

Go to the chess club on Saturday, and use the chess records to brush up your skill proficiency recently.

The afternoon passed quickly.

Yukima Yuan cooked and ate as usual. Kasumigaoka was typing upstairs when she glanced at the time.

Seeing that it was past dinner time, she began to shake her legs unconsciously.

‘He didn’t even come to ask about dinner. ‘

Even if he asked, Kasumigaoka would refuse.

But if he didn’t ask, she just felt unhappy.

‘I’ll order takeout later. ‘

Thinking this way, Kasumigaoka continued to type.

Obviously, Kasumigaoka forgot that once she started typing, she would forget everything else.

When Kasumigaoka stopped writing a section, she looked at the time again.

She was shocked to find that it was already past one in the morning.

She quit typing.

The feeling of hunger surged up like a tide.

Even her stomach began to ache.

Curling up slightly on the bed, Kasumigaoka sighed.

At one in the morning, there was no way she could order takeout in the Land of Sakura.

She only bought one pineapple bun.

‘Will I be hungry until morning?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Kasumigaoka felt a cramp in her stomach.

She had no choice but to get up and go to the refrigerator downstairs to look for food.

‘There is no other way. At worst, I can buy the same ingredients and put them in the refrigerator after dawn. ‘

(ps: The new book is about to start. Please give me flowers and votes. I don’t mind giving me monthly tickets. Every bit of support from the readers is a 100% motivation for the author! Support Sanqi so that he won’t get lost. Sanqi will write on the highway!)