Pokemon: I Can Deduce Everything!

Mauville

Dormitory table.

The long tables are covered with delicacies, and the drinks and wines are indispensable.

Although the presentation is not as fancy as the five-star hotels, the deliciousness of the dishes is definitely better than that~!

It is delicious in color and fragrance!

It is delicious enough to make people swallow their tongues.

The gap between the master chef and the master chef is probably only the cooking that will not shine.

"How is the taste?"

Su Qinghe sat at the dining table with his face in his hands.

Looking at Yan Jing from Stuff Cheeks, he unconsciously bent his eyes and softened his brows and eyes.

"Excellent!"

"Qinghe, your craftsmanship is getting better and better!"

Yan Jing didn't hesitate to praise, and directly gave her a thumbs up.

He didn't blow rainbow farts on purpose!

Since teaching Su Qinghe Yujie the recipe for the performance last time, her cooking skills can be described by Norman in a day, and it didn't take long for her to catch up with myself.

Now it goes way beyond that!

'tsk. '

'I really don't know that such a good workmanship will be cheap for that man. '

Yan Jing pursed her lips, thinking to herself, but there was a faint lingering sourness.

but.

I have a strange feeling in my heart, I haven't waited for the cold to come and feel it carefully.

Zhao Siyu started bluffing:

"Hey Hey hey!"

"It's too serious for you to forget your friends when you see sex!"

"Obviously I'm eating here too, Qinghe, you actually only ask Yan Jing."

Zhao Siyu took a bite of the meatloaf and poured the black happy fat house water with one hand, pretending to be dissatisfied.

"Don't, don't talk nonsense!"

Su Qinghe blushed unexpectedly.

The crimson color, on her creamy skin, looked very beautiful.

"Ahem~"

Yan Jing, who was accidentally affected by the flames of war, couldn't help coughing twice.

Fortunately, after this period of experience, he was able to hold his breath much more than before, otherwise he who was chomping on food would be choked so hard that he would almost spit out his food.

"Stop messing around!"

Seeing that Yan Jing was almost embarrassed, Su Qinghe immediately stood up.

Regardless of the flushed face, he gave Zhao Siyu a vicious look, like a milk cat with its teeth bared and mouth protecting its beloved ball of wool.

"Know it!"

On Zhao Siyu's surface, although he is still heartless, free and lively.

But in his heart, looking at the two golden boys and girls, it was like a picture scroll, especially after Su Qinghe stepped forward to defend Yan Jing, the sour feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

"cut…………"

"Who cares about it!"

Zhao Siyu pouted sourly.

After burying his head in the food again, he found that the food that was so delicious that people could not wait to swallow it with their tongues, now that they were eaten in their mouths, it actually felt like that.

It even tasted like chewing wax, unspeakably sour, which made her unable to taste it.

"Eh?"

"Yan Jing, does your cat have a name?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Su Qinghe, who was belatedly aware of it, quickly opened his mouth and changed the topic abruptly.

"Hmm.......name......word?"

"Nope...she's been...aoooo...following me."

"I don't know her background either...well...so I don't know what to call her.

While eating a delicious steak, Yan Jing answered vaguely.

He was immersed in the food, as if he didn't feel the storm in the dark on the dining table at all.

"D..."

"Since we're all part of it, we should have a name, right?"

"Otherwise, we can't keep calling her a cat..."

Su Qinghe poked the kitten one after another, its cute appearance made people couldn't help reaching out and pinching it twice.

"Why?"

"naming?"

"Otherwise, it's called Pink Ball? Anyway, she's pink and tender."

With the sweet and sour pork ribs in Yan Jing Swallow's mouth, he scratched his head and laughed foolishly.

As a naming waste.

He is only at this level!

"Powder balls? Dung balls?"

"You're not serious, are you?"

Zhao Siyu, who was immersed in inexplicable emotions, fell in love with Yan Jing.

"ah?"

"I really didn't notice."

Yan Jing's hair was covered with black lines, and he made a feeble excuse.

"It's better to call it a ball of thread."

Before Yan Jing could say a more outrageous name, Su Qinghe broke his mouth.

The appearance of the cat curled up and lying in Yan Jing's arms is really similar to a fluffy ball of thread.

"Great!"

"OK!"

The seemingly unremarkable name has been recognized by everyone.

Congratulations to Pink Cat for breaking away from the pooball title.

congratulations.

After the three people reached an agreement, the inconspicuous episode quickly fell.

"I'm full!"

After a mess of cups and plates, Yan Jing touched the round alone, although his mouth was still very hungry, but his extremely full stomach made him reluctantly put down his chopsticks.

0 for flowers...

"Hi~"

Satisfied, he burped.

Even the exhaled breath has a strong aroma of food.

"Cool!"

After practicing in the secret realm for so long, although he has good cooking skills, he didn't treat himself badly, so he won't be reduced to a couple who ate canned cakes like other trainers.

But! The pyrotechnic atmosphere of home-cooked food is definitely not enough to satisfy other foods.

The feeling of comfort from inside to outside made Yan Jing uncontrollably relax, and his whole body slumped on the seat behind him, nerves that had been tensed for so long finally had a chance to relax.

It feels like home.

"Hee hee~"

"If you like it, I can do it tomorrow too.

Su Qinghe tidied up the bowl diligently, and smiled sweetly at Yan Jing, like a gentle and pleasant wife welcoming her husband who came back from all the work.

A strange sense of warmth filled the small space in the dormitory.

"snort!"

"I won't be envious!"

Zhao Siyu Crunched a mouthful of silver teeth.

All over the body, only the mouth is still stiff.

"tomorrow?"

Yan Jing's eyes moved slightly, a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

Seemingly seeing that Yan Jing's expression was wrong, Su Qinghe, who was cleaning up the mess on the table, suddenly paused in his hand movements, and looked at him with concern.

Like a wife who is worried about her husband.

In the watery eyes, there was an indescribable watery tenderness, which made Yan Jing startled.

"tomorrow....……"

"I may not be able to come to dinner together."

Yan Jing lowered her gaze, and for some reason, suddenly felt an indescribable guilt.

But unwilling to lie and deceive, he finally spoke:

"It's a secret realm..."

"The vice-principal asked me to go to the office to say that too."

"In the southwest of Alliance, there is a C-level secret realm related to ancient ruins."

"It is said that it is specially for the younger generation. Blaziken and the others have reached a bottleneck. I want to go in and see if I can find a chance to break through..."

Yan Jing lowered his eyebrows and whispered.

Holding the ball of thread in his arms, gently stroking the cat's fur with one hand, on the seemingly calm surface, after he finished speaking, there was always a lingering uneasiness in his heart.

It seemed that he was worried about disappointing Su Qinghe, more like he was afraid that she would be unhappy.