Chapter 163

The process and result of cooking are enjoyable.

Cleaning up and clearing the aftermath is not.

"No problem."

Aoyama Nanami walked to the door and poked her head in to look at the kitchen first.

She saw Kitakami Yoru with his back to her, his hair tied up casually.

"Kitakami-kun is really good-looking..."

Aoyama Nanami inexplicably recalled their encounter in the stairwell that day before walking in.

"Right here, sorry to trouble you."

Kitakami Yoru wrapped the mussels in foil, put them in the oven, and set the timer.

Without looking back, he pointed to the sink, which was piled with various scraps and inedible trimmings, emitting a strong fishy smell.

Aoyama Nanami wasn't afraid of the mess and started cleaning up the trash.

Kitakami Yoru then prepared the sea bass.

The scales of this sea bass had already been scraped off, it had been scored, and it had been marinated with seasonings, green onions, and ginger for a while.

He started the pot to boil water, added some cooking wine, green onions, and ginger to the water, and steamed it directly.

"Almost there."

Kitakami Yoru smiled, went to the sink to wash his hands, and prepared the frying pan.

Taking a step to Aoyama Nanami's side, Kitakami Yoru looked at her profile with a smile.

With his intense gaze on her face, Aoyama Nanami moved her feet in embarrassment, made way, and secretly looked at Kitakami Yoru.

"The fish is a bit fishy, use more dish soap."

Kitakami Yoru shook his hands dry, said calmly, and turned to the stove.

"Mm... mm-hmm..."

Aoyama Nanami nodded blankly.

Suddenly, she was so surprised she almost cried out, but fortunately, she covered her mouth with her forearm and made no sound.

"How did Kitakami-kun become even better looking again!"

"Woo-woo... it's completely like he's become a different person!"

"Whoosh, whoosh—"

Letting the faucet run, Aoyama Nanami, who was usually very frugal, didn't even turn it off.

Because the current Kitakami Yoru was even more handsome than the one she had met at the stair corner a while ago.

Without exaggeration, his looks had almost doubled again!

Until the sizzling sound of oil hitting the hot pan rang out.

Aoyama Nanami released her forearm from her mouth and took deep breaths.

The strong fishy smell was no longer noticeable.

"Kitakami-kun..."

Whispering Kitakami Yoru's name, Aoyama Nanami's thighs were tightly pressed together, and her expression had long since turned into the shy look a young girl shows when meeting someone she likes.

Her light brown eyes darted back and forth on Kitakami Yoru's back.

They were already good friends who had known each other for a long time.

Aoyama Nanami cursed herself; she was actually shy?!

Just because Kitakami Yoru was getting better looking every day as he lost weight?

At this moment, Aoyama Nanami seemed to understand some of the girls in her class a little bit.

Usually looking open and bold, they would only be keyboard warriors behind the backs of handsome guys, but if one were placed in front of them, they would wish they could bury themselves in the ground.

Aoyama Nanami finished cleaning the kitchen and hurried out.

"Gabriel, have you noticed that Kitakami-kun has become so good-looking?"

Aoyama Nanami sat on the small sofa, looking toward the kitchen with a guilty conscience.

"I have, and so what?"

Gabriel was distracted for a second by this strange question and nodded casually.

"You only have games in your eyes, right?"

Aoyama Nanami had already received her answer and glanced at the kitchen again.

"Kitakami-kun has become so handsome, he shouldn't be lacking a girlfriend anymore, right?"

"At first, I even doubted him because of Kanda Sorata's words..."

Someone in the kitchen working hard on the meal didn't know his looks had reached their peak; he still lacked confidence, thinking he was very average.

Half an hour later.

At the simple dining table.

Kitakami Yoru opened three bottles of frozen juice in a row, handing two to Gabriel and Aoyama Nanami sitting opposite.

On the small table, delicious dishes emitted steaming heat...

The mussels, baked in the oven with garlic, onions, and various spices, had their aroma completely stimulated.

One sniff was enough to make one unable to stop.

Gabriel's mouth was watering, her eyes shining, and she quickly moved her chair closer.

Her white, tender little feet under the table accidentally kicked Kitakami Yoru.

"I'm digging in." Aoyama Nanami kept stealing glances at Kitakami Yoru and picked up a piece of sea bass.

Kitakami Yoru bent down to look under the table and saw two pairs of white, tender bare feet stepping naked on the floor; it was simply a waste of heaven's gifts.

This thought flashed by, and he quickly looked up and took a sip of his drink.

The three of them enjoyed the meal very much.

Gabriel washed her hands and, supporting her round little belly, lay down on the sofa like a sloth.

Aoyama Nanami helped Kitakami Yoru clean up the plates and left to go to work.

"Bye-bye..."

Kitakami Yoru saw Aoyama Nanami to the door.

"See you..."

Aoyama Nanami nodded gently.

Actually, she could have stayed for another half hour.

Afternoon.

The water and electricity in Gabriel's apartment were reconnected, and she left immediately.

Kitakami Yoru sat on the sofa, smiling and shaking his head slightly, twisting a strand of golden hair in his hand.

Under his bottom, there was still the lingering warmth and body scent Gabriel had left behind.

By evening, the heat wave had gradually faded.

Kitakami Yoru went home and picked up San-san.

At the same time, he was scolded and urged by his mom and dad to hurry to the hospital for a physical exam.

School started the day after tomorrow, and Kitakami Yoru had already made an appointment.

Back home, Kitakami Yoru reviewed for an hour as usual, put down the textbook he had mastered, and rested his hands behind his head.

His long hair fell down, covering his peerless face, which was also reflected in the mirror.

"Sigh~"

Sighing gently, Kitakami Yoru dragged out his yoga mat and exercised as usual.

Jumping jacks, three hundred to start.

Mountain climbers, ten sets.

Plank...

Russian twists...

The bright moon hung high, and the stars were scattered.

Having traveled and been exhausted from the journey, Kitakami Yoru soon felt sleepy.

As if to compare something, he took a bottle of Mizone and walked into the shower room.

After a comfortable bath, he came out to the sofa, grabbed San-san, and held her in his arms.

"Meow-meow~~"