Chuluye, who hung up the phone, threw his phone casually and didn't know where he landed on the bed.

But the sound fell on the bed and no harsh sound was made.

But even if it is broken, she doesn’t feel sorry for her. How much does a mobile phone cost?

If it breaks, it will be replaced by any means. Moreover, she has more than one mobile phone at home, so she is not worried about missing the news.

Like Akikawa, Chuluye doesn’t play games or watch short videos on weekdays. The only entertainment app is the barrage website. His daily leisure is not only reading, but also watching dramas on the website.

There is no such thing as "the blood is green" in Japan. There is no formal website and it needs to be deleted, so as long as you are willing to spend money, you can watch any drama.

I was still in a bad mood after hanging up the phone. Chu Luye tilted his head and saw the snowy owl doll, and his mood was even worse.

She took the innocent doll from the head of the bed, and held the doll's face with both hands, rubbing it hard while murmuring.

"Also say that you look like a scumbag? Tell me that you are not a scumbag, what are you? Is it necessary to describe it as 'like'?"

The more I talked, the more angry I became. The face of the snowy owl doll had been pinched and deformed, and a few of the slightly yellowed fluffs were torn off.

This doll has been around for nearly ten years, and it is not a good quality thing, very cheap materials and sewing.

The doll cannot speak, and can only silently endure the destruction of its master.

If he could speak, he would definitely argue that it was Torikawa who messed with you but wasn't me, why did I suffer?

After venting with the doll, Chuluye sighed and put it back.

She also knew that the doll was a doll and the Tori River was Ai River. No matter how resentful she was, it would be useless.

However, when she didn't know the truth before, she would still place her feelings for Mr. Owl on the doll, but now, the white shadow in her heart seems to be drifting away.

But the bright smile of the dog man became clearer.

This is probably what Akirakawa once said to ask her to figure out what she likes in her heart. Now Chuluye’s feelings for Akirakawa begin with the snowy owl, loyal to everything he has.

I can actually see a little bit from the vent of the doll just now.

In the past, Chuluye cherished dolls very much and never trampled them as hard as they are today.

But as the heart gradually overlaps Tony River and Snow Owl, this doll that was used to support her past feelings is no longer so important to her.

The person you truly love is by your side, so naturally there is no reason to be depressed by this doll again.

"It's really whimsical to expect you to be loyal, I hope this is the last time."

Chuluye sighed, touched his hair and found that it was still a little wet. The words Akikawa warned her just now came in his ears, and she decided to wait until her hair was dry before going to bed later.

So she brought the "Diary of the Madman" on the bedside table again. She decided to finish reading it tonight and wait for the dog man to come back to ask him what other excellent works he has recommended.

The next morning, Torikawa woke up at half past six as usual.

But he didn't make any noise, and even kept holding it in his mind to go to the bathroom, not daring to let his grandparents know that he was awake.

It’s strange that people’s tolerance is extraordinary when they fall asleep. The so-called people have three urgent needs but don’t feel much.

But once you wake up, it's something else.

Asakawa only felt that he was lying in bed and spending like years. The nerve endings around the bladder seemed to grow exponentially, and he was almost unable to hold it in.

Even the valve is too big.

Just when he finally couldn't help but come out of the bedroom, he happened to see his grandma putting breakfast in the refrigerator.

"Do you eat clearly? If you eat, I'll heat you up." She shouted at Akikawa who was rushing into the toilet, which scared him and almost let him get a flood.

It is obviously my grandparents’ favorite name for Akirakawa, but my family will definitely not call it the surname when they chat. Moreover, when they call it the full name, they usually have a nickname.

For example, what does it feel like to call your full name?

"What are you saying?" Grandpa was reading the morning news. When he heard his old woman ask, he blew his beard and stared at him on the spot: "Where is no one who doesn't want to eat when he wakes up in the morning?"

"No! No need to worry!"

Torichuan quickly shook the valve and lifted his pants and came out of the toilet, stopping his grandmother in horror: "No need to worry, it's so troublesome to heat up the meal again! I brought my own bread and it was in the bag."

"There is still something to eat in your backpack?" Grandpa looked puzzled: "When your grandma helped you clean up your clothes yesterday, she didn't see anything to eat?"

“In the mezzanine.”

Asuka rushed over and picked up the backpack placed on the sofa, reached in, and then silently recited the system backpack and took out the spare food from it.

The items placed in the system backpack are like entering a space without time flow. No matter when the things placed are taken out, they are no different from the moment they were put in.

"I'll just eat bread, don't let grandma heat up the natto bibimbap again."

He took out his hand and held a bread that "should have expired half a month ago" in his hand, but there was no such thing as expired in the system backpack.

This bread was made in Torikawa's own store. When it was first made, he put it in the system backpack and put it with various biological products in case of any day.

For example now.

Think about the texture of the brushed natto, and then think about the smooth and sticky egg whites when eating raw eggs, and the collision between these two things and rice...

Not to mention that I felt uncomfortable when I woke up in the morning, even if I was extremely hungry, I probably wouldn't choose this.

Bibimbap, what is bibimbap?

Don’t think that picking out natto and rice can be better by eating only rice. Before eating, the food will be mixed well like bibimbap.

"How do you know it's Natto bibimbap?" Grandpa saw that there was really bread, so he didn't let the old woman work anymore.

"I...I guessed." Asakawa shrank his neck.

"You can guess this, you deserve to be my good grandson!" Grandpa laughed proudly, and then patted Akikawa on the shoulder.

From this increasingly hunched body, Tori Chuan could feel a kind of warmth from his bloodline.

He took a bite of the bread and wanted to stay for a few more days?

After moving, my grandparents thought they couldn't see each other all day long, so they would come back to see each other during the holidays. With my grandfather's idea, I followed my grandfather to pay New Year's greetings, so that his face would be gloomy.

This is the case for the elderly. When their children and grandchildren have a bright future, they want to talk to everyone, and they don’t even mention that they have too much shame on their faces.

"Oh, when you were a child, you loved Natto bibimbap but couldn't eat it every time. The last time you and Xiao Chuluye came back was not in the morning, and you didn't catch it either. I didn't think about you coming for the New Year and making it for you, but you didn't get it."

Grandpa said with a little regret, but then he thought about it and patted his thighs and became excited again: "Old woman! Otherwise, let the natto rice be heated up again at noon, so let Mingming eat it at noon!"

"No, this is not necessary! I made an appointment with my classmates to come and pay New Year's greetings in the afternoon, and I will leave later!"

When Torikawa heard this, he was shocked and waved his hand to signal his grandma not to prepare lunch for him.

Good guy, let’s live for a few more days!

The family happiness I thought about just now was left behind on the spot. I got past this hurdle first and came back with my parents when I had time!

"Didn't you say you'll leave in the afternoon?"

"I changed my mind temporarily. I have to go to drive the train at eight or nine o'clock and bought the ticket."

"Look, I can't eat anymore!" Grandpa spread his hands forward, with a disgusting expression: "Oh, when you come back next time, you have to remember it clearly and make natto rice for you! Oh, by the way, bring my grandson and daughter-in-law here again next time!"

"Then it's okay, I must bring it... Don't cook this natto bibimbap, the little girls like to eat light mouthfuls." Asakura ate the bread in a bite, but her mouth was still vague.

Taking your girlfriend home for the New Year is definitely the top goal next year.
Chapter completed!