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33. You're Not Curious?

Chapter 33

You're Not Curious?—

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...~ Hiro Sato ~...

“Huh, wear this shirt hot once, I swear,” lamented.

Apparently, before Mr. Fujima left for his mother or son's house, he gave me a uniform. It still smells very fragrant, smooth, and spotless. It was a set of white chef uniforms complete with his apron. While wearing that, I looked like a junior Mr. Fujima.

“But this can be too.” After expressing my negative opinion, I re-justified my slanted cock hat.

“Hei, Hiro! Kok restaurant se—” Voice of a girl, and it instantly stopped.

I turned around, pointing my net at someone standing at the kitchen door.

“Oh, he finally came too,” I said, while approaching him.

That's Yuna. His face looks worried. He kept looking at me, as if there were a thousand questions that the girl was about to ask me.

“What's wrong with you, Yuna?” I hope he's okay.

The girl turned her neck, pointing at the cashier's desk, which was pecking on the west side of the restaurant. It's just that Mr. Fujima is not there, and of course it's not an ordinary thing.

I asked again, slowly so that he would not be frightened. “Ya, then why, you—“

“Where is Mr Fujima? I don't feel his presence!” His screams almost deafened my ears.

Fortunately, I had already clogged both my ears with my fingers. It's gonna be fine. “So you screamed just for that, Yuna?”

“Ya!”

“He again went to his mother's house,” I said, smiling kindly. “So our restaurant today closed first.”

“Oh, so so.” Yuna clenched her chest. I could feel a breath so warm coming out of his mouth, like a relief.

“Again why are you so anxious? It could be that he is in the toilet, or sleeping, or there are many other possibilities, you know.” I was babbling, and Yuna seemed hard to hear.

Yuna grinned. He placed his hands on his chest, like a model who wanted to make a complaint to his manager. “Take this just like the incident when I was able to find the thief in my grandmother's bag. You remember, right?” The girl passed me, then she put her shopping bag on the empty kitchen table.

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“Yuna, do you really want to learn to cook?” After trying to convince her, I took my breath slowly; trying not to exhale her again for some time.

“Of course. I'm very optimistic this time.” In Yuna's right hand was a small notebook, while in her left hand was a pen.

In the end, I took a deep breath, and grabbed my chest with one hand. I hope this lesson doesn't end the same way I taught it in the library. It was about a digital machine that could quickly find the location of a book, and I still remember how depressed the girl looked because she didn't understand how to use it at all.

“Alright, come here for a minute.” I walked towards the six-foot-tall stainless steel table located in the middle of the kitchen.

“So this material?” As Yuna asked, her tone was very polite. It was a lot different from Keira— my own best friend.

“Ya,” I replied, while staring at the food ingredients needed to make zosui porridge.

On the table was a large bowl of rice; several sliced pieces of chicken breast; a dozen eggs; a few carrots; chives; a bottle of powder broth standing near where Yuna was standing; a bottle of soy sauce is large, and not to forget the small sugar setoples. The rest were some common equipment used for cooking, and I had already made sure that everything was ready in its respective position.

“You've seen the material, simple, right?” my many.

“Yes, I can find out now.”

If it had been like this, then the next event would have been cooking, I thought.

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“Why is it made like that, Hiro?” This is Yuna's first complaint after seeing me dice that chicken breast and carrot.

“Oh so, yes.”

“Ya,” my answer is short.

Right now Yuna is doing nothing (for a while ). I asked him to watch it first. That's much more important.

“Hmm, Hiro.” Suddenly the girl's voice turned low.

“Ya?” I glanced at him once, then back at the small bowl I had just prepared.

"Remember the incident about the granny bag thief back then?"

"Of course I remember." While answering Yuna, I poured the water into the bowl

"You don't wonder why I found that guy in the alley?"

"Why?" Suddenly Yuna sounded like a hiss. I put my eyes on him again. "Yuna?"

"You don't want to be horrified, do you?" Although her face was slightly covered in a hood, but I knew that Yuna was pouting.

"It's not so ...." After the water, I now add the powdered broth, soy sauce, and sugar, then mix all the ingredients into a bowl. "... I'm curious, really, really."

Yuna's smile returned. "It's actually the winds that tell me" he said.

My hands stopped stirring. It seems my curiosity just doubled.

“Serious, all?” raguku's.

"Yes, I also just found out that it can be done."

"Eh?"

"Are you surprised?" Yuna tilted her head, while looking at me with a flat face.

"I'm just not— I mean, what do you mean by just knowing?" my many.

Yuna raised her index finger above her chest, her gaze looked up, like she was thinking.

“I read a storybook while we were in the library earlier,” replied the girl, giggling. "That's where I found out, cool, right?"

“I didn't expect ...” My complete distrust grew. “... so for those five minutes you actually read it?” I feel Yuna has a lot of great abilities. One of them is: read fast.

Yuna then grumbled, “But I still feel disappointed, nih.” While sticking a pair of fingers on the forehead.

I took a few eggs and broke them one by one. "Loved?"

"You're afraid I'm gonna beat that guy up."

"uh? That's ...."

"I plan to try the air power that he said can make people fall asleep" said Yuna. He folded his hands, also looking a little furious. "But you go first; what do you want to die for?" hernia.

I was a little surprised when I heard it. At that time I had intended to protect Yuna by fighting the thief. We had a short, tense fight, until the thief finally intended to end me with a folding knife that he took out of his pants pocket.

My eyes returned to Yuna. I saw her beautiful blue eyes glittering. "I feel like I should do it."

"Doing ...his?" yuna asked, leaning her body.

Just as I was about to pour the mixture of water and the three ingredients in the bowl into the soup pot, my mouth said, "I just want to protect you, Yuna."

Unconsciously I said that.

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