Chapter 147

"Gabriel is back?"

Kitakami Yoru sat alone in the corner, his hair disheveled.

Several girls in the carriage were sneaking glances at him, whispering to each other.

Gabriel had sent another message, asking where Kitakami Yoru was and wanting him to come back.

[Already on my way home]

Kitakami Yoru scratched his hair and replied to Gabriel's message.

At that instant, the eyes of one of the girls in the carriage widened.

Stunned for several seconds, she grabbed her companion, pointed at Kitakami Yoru, and kept whispering incessantly.

Kitakami Yoru returned to the vicinity of the apartment just in time for lunch.

He bought a bento at the convenience store outside before heading back.

Upon arriving near the apartment, he heard Gabriel's voice.

"Over here!"

Gabriel was wearing a small white dress, her hair neatly combed, and she was standing on her tiptoes, waving at Kitakami Yoru with all her might.

Kitakami Yoru waved back, seeing Gabriel standing in front of his apartment door.

Gabriel's attire made him feel a bit like he had traveled back to before the spring outing.

He quickened his pace to get back to the apartment.

"You've lost so much weight."

Gabriel's first sentence was an assessment of Kitakami Yoru's current state.

"I have indeed lost a lot of weight. Is something the matter, Gabriel?"

Kitakami Yoru took out his keys and glanced at Gabriel.

"Well, I wanted to eat your cooking."

Gabriel handed over a shopping bag filled with ingredients.

Who said angels aren't gluttonous?

"Also, when I went back earlier, the water and electricity were cut off. My place doesn't have power right now..."

Then, Gabriel added another sentence.

"Click—"

Kitakami Yoru pushed the door open, and Gabriel walked in as if it were her own home.

"What were you doing with that bag you were carrying?"

"I just got back from traveling. I played for a few days and even ran into Vignette and Satanichia."

"Oh, I see."

Gabriel ran to the living room with her fair, bare feet and flopped directly onto the sofa.

She checked her laptop, pulled out the charger, plugged it in, and swung her little feet while looking around.

"Where's San-san?"

Gabriel twisted her waist and asked curiously.

"She's at my mother's place; I haven't brought her back yet."

Kitakami Yoru calmly changed into his slippers and brought the bag of food Gabriel had bought over to her.

"How do you want to eat these seafood and meat?"

"Rustle..."

The bag shifted, making a sound.

"You decide. Cook it all. I also called Qingshan, she'll be over in a bit."

With the laptop charging, Gabriel couldn't wait to turn on the power.

"Leave it to me? I'll go with a light flavor to keep the original taste of the seafood."

Kitakami Yoru carried the bag of food into the kitchen.

The kitchenware was complete. He took everything out of the bag one by one, washed his hands, and didn't rush.

There were quite a few ingredients.

He needed to think carefully about how to make them delicious.

He took out his phone, searched for recipes, and walked out.

Traveling back was quite tiring.

In the living room.

Gabriel was lying face-down on the sofa, her lower legs crossed behind her, swinging them boredly while waiting for the game to update.

Kitakami Yoru squeezed into a corner of the small sofa. Gabriel stretched, casually resting a lower leg and a fair foot on his thigh.

Kitakami Yoru, focused on checking the recipe, thought it was something else and reached out to grab it; it felt cool and smooth in his hand.

Just right.

Gabriel yawned, not caring at all, and started playing Genshin Impact.

After a while.

Having checked the recipe and simply determined today's lunch menu, Kitakami Yoru's mind gradually returned, and he looked down at his thigh.

One look gave him a start, and he immediately shook off Gabriel's foot.

An angel's feet certainly wouldn't be smelly; they were white and tender.

"Why was I holding Gabriel's foot?"

Kitakami Yoru widened his eyes and gripped his hand in the air.

Gabriel felt it, but didn't know what Kitakami Yoru was doing.

She insisted on finishing the current quest before turning to look at Kitakami Yoru: "What's wrong?"

"I accidentally grabbed your foot just now..."

Kitakami Yoru said, feeling a bit embarrassed, his gaze falling on Gabriel's other exquisite foot resting on his thigh.

"Oh, I'm quite ticklish. Just don't scratch the soles of my feet."

Gabriel turned her head away, focusing her attention back on the game.

At Gabriel's reaction, Kitakami Yoru's mouth twitched, his expression speechless and strange.

Reluctantly moving Gabriel's cute feet away, Kitakami Yoru walked into the kitchen and tied up his hair.

He was ready to start cooking.

First, wash the rice and cook it.

The giant octopus tentacles could be stir-fried with peanut butter and a bit of green and red pepper.

The head could be sliced into rings and boiled in a soup with shellfish and kelp.

After blanching the mussels, add some red wine and onions, then put them in the oven...

The sea bass could be steamed directly...

Kitakami Yoru had already planned the cooking methods and acted decisively.

First, process the ingredients and prepare everything so he could cook them together to save time.

He was busy finishing processing all the ingredients when Qingshan Nanami arrived.

She opened the door gently, looking a bit reserved, and walked into the living room with her own pair of bare feet.

"Good afternoon, Gabriel."

Qingshan Nanami greeted Gabriel, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with a game boss.

"Uh-huh."

Gabriel's nerves were taut as a string; it was already quite something that she could spare a bit of attention to respond.

"Is Kitakami-kun in the kitchen? I'll go help him."

Qingshan Nanami decided not to disturb Gabriel and walked to the kitchen.

"Kitakami-kun, I'm here to help you."

Qingshan Nanami said as she walked toward the kitchen.

"Oh, you've come at just the right time."

"Qingshan-san, could you help me clean up the kitchen? I've made a bit of a mess."

Kitakami Yoru was troubled by the mess left behind from processing the ingredients.