"I want to ask, the person Mashiro likes should be me." Even though he was a little shameless, Ryuji asked anyway.
"Yes." Mashiro nodded calmly, without the embarrassment she should have when mentioning someone she likes.
Ryuji put his chin to his mouth. He's not a siscon, but he doesn't want his little sister to like someone else. Of course, he still didn't want to lose her.
"But I will cook. You can wash the dishes for me. This is considered your cooking." Ryuji thought for a moment and said.
Mashiro is a person only fit to hold a brush but not a kitchen knife.
"I understand." Mashiro nodded, and was persuaded by Ryuji, thinking that helping to wash vegetables is also considered cooking.
Because it's a picnic, so they decided to make curry.
Simply chop the radish, shallots, and cut the djad beef. Throw it all together then add the curry powder and bring to a gentle simmer, even a child can easily finish this.
"When you're done, go and meet the other kids," said Hiratsuka.
Because there were so many elementary school students, each of them couldn't take care of the group, so they had to help out when they ran into difficulties.
"That's right, we need to communicate with the elementary school students." Hayato agreed.
"I'll take care of the pot." Ryuji had no interest in accompanying elementary school students.
"I'll help you look after the pot, off you go." Hiratsuka suddenly leaned in front of Ryuji with a 'nice' smile.
Because the distance was too close, Ryuji could smell Hiratsuka's body, but it was a pity that it wasn't body fragrance, but a touch of tobacco.
"No." Ryuji wasn't afraid of threats.
Hiratsuka had a headache for a while, and it wasn't easy to wield the iron fist of love in public. She obviously wanted to correct Ryuji's weird personality and let him have more contact with cute elementary school students.
"Forget it, you can stay here, and the others will help," Hiratsuka said helplessly as she stroked her forehead.
The others don't mind, except for Mashiro, she can't even take care of herself, so Ryuji asks her to stay by his side.
Next to Ryuji was the elementary school student he noticed before, peeling potatoes alone.
Hayama walked over and asked with a smile, "Do you like curry?"
He wanted to change the little girl's lonely character, so he befriended her first.
The little girl's hand movements stopped, she glanced at Hayato, and said, "Not that I like it."
Ryuji pouted, for those who were ostracized, greeting out of sympathy would only make her even more ostracized. Since the person who greets you is someone everyone likes, it's only natural to feel jealous.
The little girl seemed to understand this truth, she left Hayato, and distanced herself from him.
But when she passed by Ryuji, she suddenly encountered a legendary drop skill that only women could trigger.
"Ah!" The little girl exclaimed, and fell forward.
Ryuji stretched out his hand, and he caught her before she fell to the ground.
"I've always wanted to know how to fall to the ground, and I finally saw it today." Ryuji helped the little girl up.
The little girl came back to her senses, and when she heard Ryuji's words, she swallowed her original gratitude, and didn't know what to say.
"What a strange person." The little girl said a word.
"This is really rough," Ryuji said lightly.
After he finished speaking, Ryuji ignored her, which made the little girl feel astonished.
"What a strange person," said the little girl to herself.
"Name." said the little girl.
"What?"
"I asked your name. Generally speaking, you will understand what I just said," said the little girl with a frown.
"You may have misunderstood," Ryuji said.
"Usually when you ask someone else's name, you have to give your own name first." Yukinoshita arrives, but is actually helping Ryuji.
The little girl lowered her head slightly and said her name, "Tsurumi Rumi."
Why like a mother educating her daughter!
Ryuji looked at Yukinoshita and thought: If she were to become a mother in the future, she would be very strict with her children.
"My name is Yukinoshita Yukino." Yukinoshita also said her name, and introduced Mashiro and Ryuji to her.
"This is Shiina Mashiro, and this man is Hyakki Ryuji."
Neither of them liked to talk, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
"I think I look a lot like you," Rumi said.
Indeed, in terms of temperament, Yukinoshita and Rumi were very similar, both lonely.
"Why?"
"Because you don't seem to have any friends," Rumi said.
Ryuji laughed, "Amazing, you can see Yukinoshita's essence so easily."