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Chapter 162

~6 min read 1,016 words

"Gabriel is back?"

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

Several girls in the carriage looked at him secretly and whispered.

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

【Already on the way home】

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

At this instant, a girl in the carriage stared straight at him.

After being stunned for several seconds, she grabbed her companion, pointed at Kitakami Yoru, and kept whispering.

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

He bought a bento at a convenience store outside and went back.

Arriving near the apartment, he heard Gabriel's voice.

"Here!"

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

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

Gabriel's outfit made him feel like he was back before the spring outing.

He quickened his pace and hurried back to the apartment.

"You've lost so much weight."

Gabriel's first sentence was to comment on Kitakami Yoru's current state.

"Indeed, I've lost a lot. Gabriel, do you need something?"

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, the water and electricity were cut off, and my place doesn't have power for 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 on your back?"

"I just came back from a trip, played for a few days, and even met Vignette and Satania."

"Oh, oh."

Gabriel, with her clean, white little feet, ran to the living room and threw herself directly onto the sofa.

She looked through her laptop, pulled out the charger, plugged it in, and then shook her little feet while looking around.

"Where's San-san?"

Gabriel twisted her waist and asked curiously.

"At my mom's place, I haven't picked her up yet."

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

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

"Rustle..."

The bag moved, making a sound.

"You decide how to make it. Just make it all. I also called Nanami; 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 make it with a light flavor to enjoy the original taste of the seafood."

Kitakami Yoru carried the bag of food into the kitchen.

The kitchenware was complete. He took the items out of the bag one by one, washed his hands, and was in no rush.

There were quite a lot of ingredients.

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

Taking out his phone, Kitakami Yoru searched for recipes and walked out.

Coming back from a trip was quite tiring.

Living room.

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

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

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

Just right.

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

After a while.

After checking the recipe and simply determining the menu for lunch, Kitakami Yoru's mind gradually returned, and he looked down at his thigh.

One look gave him a fright, and he directly pushed Gabriel's foot away.

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 task at hand 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 directly, her attention focused on the game.

Regarding 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 legs could be stir-fried with peanut butter and a little green and red pepper.

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

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

Steam the sea bass directly...

Kitakami Yoru had already thought of the method and acted decisively.

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

He was busy processing all the ingredients when Aoyama Nanami arrived.

She gently opened the door, feeling a bit constrained, and also barefoot, walked into the living room.

"Gabriel, good afternoon."

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

"Uh-huh."

Gabriel's nerves were stretched tight; it was already quite good that she could spare a little attention to respond.

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

Aoyama Nanami didn't disturb Gabriel and walked to the kitchen.

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

Aoyama Nanami said while walking toward the kitchen.

"Oh, you're just in time."

"Aoyama-san, please help me clean up the kitchen; I've made it a bit messy."

Kitakami Yoru was distressed by the mess he had left behind while processing the ingredients.

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