Shugo Chara: Be happy today too

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Temple backyard kitchen.

"After cleaning..." Miya pouted in dissatisfaction.

Ya Meng reluctantly replied: "Do you still need to cook for yourself..."

Nadeshiko was very apologetic: "Everyone, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

Qing Mu An lowered his head at the same time: "And me... Guo Menasai."

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Ya Meng quickly comforted.

Kong Hai patted Aoki Yasu on the back and said nonchalantly: "That's nothing."

Hey, be gentle... Forget it... Aoki An sighed.

…making the dinner dividing line…

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Konghai was confident in washing rice. He had seen his brother cook rice. First, he had to fill water, wash the rice, pour the water... and then pour out the water and the rice grains together.

Aoki Yasushi: ...

The other four were stunned: "No way."

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Wei Shi started to peel the garlic cloves. The more he peeled, the more skilled he became. The more skilled he became, the faster his hands became. But after a while, he pinched the last little bit with a confused look on his face: "What?"

The other five people were all shocked: "Huh?"

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Miya stood the radish upright and tried to cut it in the middle, but when he started cutting, he tried hard, but even though the blade was shaking, he just couldn't cut it.

She burst into tears in fear: "I can't cut this carrot!"

The other five were shocked: "It's a lie!"

Yameng took the knife and started cutting potatoes, but the potatoes flew out and the knife cut her fingers, causing blood to ooze out. She was terrified: "Ah!——"

Aoki Yasushi: !!!

She went over and grabbed Yameng's hand, first rinsed the wound with natural water, and then temporarily bandaged it with a clean tissue.

Ya Meng had tears in her eyes and said pitifully: "Thank you."

"..." Aoki An breathed a sigh of relief, "We still have to disinfect it and then wrap it with a Band-Aid."

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The only one who had ever made snacks was Nadeshiko, who looked at her messy companions and said with a slight headache: "When can we eat?"

She couldn't help but look at Aoki An who hadn't started yet: "An-chan, can you cook?"

Aoki Yasushi: ...

To be honest, all I did during my five years in college was eat.

Meals from the cafeteria and takeaway.

Perhaps it was because the cooking methods of the people around her were too bizarre, and she didn't want to "follow the crowd". She hesitated and said, "Uh... does instant noodles count?"

Nadeshiko: ...

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At this time, Xiaosi made a brilliant appearance: "At this time, it's Xiaosi's turn to appear!"

Xiaosi: "Chip!"

Xiaosi: "Syrup!"

Xiaosi: "Whip!"

A grass-green plum blossom appeared above Yameng's head, and she winked at everyone sweetly: "Leave the cooking to Yameng!"

Yameng was madly disgusted in her heart: Ugh, this kind of soft and weak girl is not my image!

However, it still has to be Xiaosi’s outstanding cooking skills.

Everyone looked at Ya Meng in amazement as she skillfully operated various kitchen tools. Her movements were smooth and pleasing to the eye, and after a short while, she made a variety of delicious dishes.

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Inside the house, the square wooden table is filled with exquisite dishes, which will whet your appetite at first sight.

Miya couldn't help but say, "That's amazing, Yameng."

Qing Mu An sniffed and said, "As expected of you."

"Not bad, Hinamori!" Kukai praised.

Yui said more gently: "You can make a good bride."

Ya Meng's face flushed immediately: "New...bride..."

Aoki Yasushi: ...

Wow, a real-life version of cooked red shrimp.

Ya Meng pretended to be indifferent and turned her head away: "Humph, a bride who can cook, this way of thinking is too old! Do you think this is the Paleolithic Age?"

What he said is correct... Aoki An nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's what Henri-kun said in a PUA style." So she doesn't like Yui who loves to be the king.

Kong Hai, who was standing next to him, was startled and came over curiously: "What is PUA?"

"…Nothing, go eat your meal." Aoki An turned his head away.

Kukai:......

So curious.

At this time, grandpa took a bite of the food and looked a little strange: "Did you really make this?"

The six of them moved at the same time and began to sweat profusely.

Grandpa continued, "It should be just borrowed raw materials."

Ya Meng laughed awkwardly: "Haha, what should I say."

"Never mind, never mind," Kong Hai quickly changed the subject, "Let's eat!"

Others quickly responded: "Let's start."

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night.

As the night deepened, the surroundings gradually became quiet, and his companions fell asleep one after another. Only after hearing their steady breathing did Aoki An dare to move a little more and toss and turn.

After about twenty minutes, Qing Muan sighed imperceptibly, got up carefully, put on his cotton jacket, left the room and walked out.

Go to the corridor steps and squat down.

This damn bed recognition...

Qing Mu An had a headache. She had thought that she would not bring this little problem with her. After all, when she first traveled through time, she slept in the original owner's bed and everything was fine. She didn't expect that just because the original owner's body was familiar with the bed, she would still not be able to sleep when she stayed in another place.

With so many problems brought over from her previous life, she almost thought that she had not traveled through time, but had originally belonged to this world and just had some extra memories... Thinking of this, Qingmu An's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

No way?

She shook her head violently, absolutely not, that was her past life experience.

Memories alone cannot cause such deep harm.

I started to have wild thoughts again.

I can’t let my mind wander… Qingmu An forced himself to look up at the sky, trying to divert his attention. He smelled his own scent on his cotton jacket, and unknowingly became sleepy and squinted.

His hands lost strength due to sleepiness, and the cotton jacket slipped from his hands. A gust of cold wind blew, and Qing Muan shivered immediately.

When I woke up slightly, I realized that I had fallen asleep without knowing when, and my cotton jacket fell to the ground.

I'm tired now, I can go back to sleep... Qingmu An picked up the cotton jacket, casually draped it over his shoulders, and walked quickly into the house in the biting cold.