Watanabe Toru tidied up his raised hair and had breakfast ready.

"Xiao Che, go upstairs and wake up Mei Ji." Watanabe's mother ordered her son while putting breakfast on the table.

Watanabe Tooru thought of Kujo Miki's usual annoyance when getting up, and her habit of not leaving breakfast at home.

"I'll serve it to her," he said.

"Eat in the room?" Watanabe asked in surprise, "Then I'll leave it for her and heat it up to eat when she gets up."

"No need to bother."

Breakfast consisted of hot milk, toast with strawberry jam, fried eggs sprinkled with salt, various vegetable soups, and scones.

Watanabe Toru put these on a wooden dinner plate and carried them upstairs carefully.

"Meiji, it's time to have breakfast."

Entering the bedroom, Miki Kujo curled up under the quilt.

Qingye Rin's bed, which was originally next to it, has been put away and folded neatly in the cabinet.

Watanabe Toru held the dinner plate and knelt down beside Kujo Miki's pillow.

She only covered a small part of the large quilt, and held the rest in her arms.

Under his head, he rested his head on a corner of the quilt.

"Meiji?" He bent down and combed her hair with his hands.

Kujo Miki's flawless profile was shining in the morning light that slipped in through the window.

Tetsu Watanabe pointed his finger between her eyebrows, along the perfect curve of the bridge of her nose, all the way to the tip of her nose.

Seemingly feeling itchy, Kujo Miki rubbed her nose on the quilt and made a slight dissatisfied sound of "Hmm~~".

Watanabe Tetsu couldn't help but smile.

He pinched her delicate and pretty face and said, "Get up, eat before going to sleep."

"Hmm -" This means don't eat, don't bother me.

"I've served it to you. You can eat it as soon as you sit up."

Kujo Miki didn't move.

In order to finish work quickly and return to her hometown with Toru Watanabe, she probably didn't sleep well these past few days.

Watanabe Toru put the dinner plate at his feet, took Miki Kujo with both hands, and held her in his arms.

"Hmm -" What is this? It's annoying, it means it's cold.

Watanabe Toru let her lean into his arms, then pulled the quilt over and covered her.

"Here, let's take a sip of hot milk first."

Within seconds of him picking up the hot milk from the dinner plate, Kujo Miki had almost fallen asleep in his arms.

Watanabe Toru handed the cup to her mouth for a while before she took a sip.

Put down the milk and use chopsticks to break the fried eggs.

"Omelette, ah——"

Miki Kujo closed her eyes, took the omelette into her mouth, and then chewed it while preparing to fall asleep.

Seeing that she was almost done chewing, Toru Watanabe picked up the steaming vegetable soup.

He picked up a piece of white radish filled with soup, blew on it twice, and prepared to feed it to Miki Kujo in his arms.

Before the white radish reached her mouth, as soon as she smelled it, Miki Kujo turned her face away and buried her in his arms.

"Don't you want white radish?"

"..." He didn't say anything.

Watanabe Toru ate the white radish by himself and picked up the soft boiled carrot.

"This time it's carrots, they're so sweet. Come on, ah-"

Kujo Miki took a small bite and didn't want the remaining half.

Toru Watanabe dropped the half-missed carrot into his mouth.

"My beautiful princess, your noble Queen, next is the soup." Toru Watanabe blew into the edge of the bowl.

Hot white mist floated out of the bowl, and the room seemed to warm up.

Kujo Miki was not disgusted with the soup and drank three small sips in succession.

"The next dish is toast." Toru Watanabe tore off a few soft white parts. "The jam is made by myself. It's delicious."

Miki Kujo put the toast into her mouth, her cherry-colored lips moving mechanically.

"Take another sip of milk!"

"Well, Mei Ji is so good, and then there's toast!"

“Pair it with a small bite of vegetables for a nutritionally balanced meal!”

I ate less than half of the toast, only took one bite of all the vegetables, and Toru Watanabe ate the rest.

During this time, Miki Kujo kept her eyes closed the whole time and rested her head on Toru Watanabe's chest.

“Next is the delicious scones, freshly baked~”

Toru Watanabe tore open the thin pancake.

The heat contained in the scones was released all at once, and the aroma of the flour roasted by the charcoal fire also spread.

He first threw a small piece into his mouth.

"Hmm, delicious."

I fed Miki Kujo a little and ate it; I fed her a second mouthful and didn’t want it anymore.

He tore the remaining scones into small pieces and soaked them in vegetable soup.

When they have absorbed the soup, feed Kujo Miki with a spoon.

While she was chewing, Toru Watanabe noticed that her long eyelashes were stuck to her porcelain-white skin.

It must be the tears that appear due to sleepiness.

Probably only Toru Watanabe has seen Kujo Miki lose her composure, lively, unbridled, and relaxed like this.

He held the spoon in his hand, straightened his little finger, and gently raised his eyelashes.

After doing this little thing, Miki Kujo stopped chewing, and he fed her another mouthful.

After most of the breakfast was gone, Kujo Miki stopped eating whatever was fed and just buried her face in his arms.

Watanabe Toru put the dishes and chopsticks away, put her back on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

"Sleep well. When I wake up, I will take you to the village."

After whispering something in her ear and kissing her soft lips uncontrollably, Watanabe Toru took the dinner plate and left the room.

The awake people left and the bedroom became quiet again.

After a while, the sleeping person wrapped the quilt tighter and buried his face in the quilt.

At the window, in the light beam of winter morning, dust is entangled with each other.

Watanabe Toru returned to the living room.

Watanabe's mother and Kiyono Rin were eating slowly.

Watanabe's father had already finished his separate breakfast and left before Toru Watanabe sent the letter.

As the New Year approached, the delivery work became even busier, and he could only rest on New Year's Eve.

On the stove, scones were rolled into balls and the kettle was steaming.

"Miki has eaten?" Watanabe's mother asked.

"Yeah." Toru Watanabe put the dinner plate into the sink.

Watanabe's mother got up and walked to the stove, punctured the bulging pancake, and after confirming it was done, picked it up with tongs and placed it on Toru Watanabe's dinner plate.

Watanabe Toru sat down at the dining table.

"Auntie is very nice to Watanabe-san." Rin Kiyono said with a smile.

There are still scones made just now on the table, but they are no longer hot enough.

Toru Watanabe tore open the scones he had just taken off the stove, looked at his mother, and said to Rin Kiyono:

"It's only been a few days since I came back. If you look at it in a few days, you won't even have anything to eat."

"What nonsense!" Watanabe's mother denied.

Watanabe Toru took a bite of scones and drank a sip of soup.

"Understood?" He raised his eyebrows at Qingye Rin.
To be continued...