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Aoba quietly prepared the dishes in the kitchen.
Both the thick omelet and the salad are very simple.
Once the materials are prepared, the rest of the time can be used for other things.
lobby.
Matsu and Reiko were chatting.
Ya Yu would occasionally chime in with a comment or two.
Jie then watches over the grass to prevent the little girl from running around and moving about.
After all, although Xiaocao is a wagtail, he is too young.
It's time to make some noise.
Kaguya remained seated in silence, but she looked much better than when she first arrived at the store, when she appeared gloomy and somber.
The maid beside her was also very polite and quietly accompanied her lady.
Overall.
The atmosphere in the lobby was quite harmonious.
Aoba listened to the conversation outside and smiled knowingly.
Such tranquility is truly comforting.
wow-
The shop door opened.
Aoba looked up and saw the person who had come.
Because he was squatting down and roasting meat in the oven, the curtain didn't block his view.
The curtain separating the kitchen from the front of the house is only about thirty centimeters long.
The person who came was...
"Eh?!"
The moment he saw the person approaching. (Read super exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
Aoba suddenly stood up and exclaimed in surprise.
"Saitama!?"
"what?"
Saitama, with his bald head, touched it and looked at the girls filling the shop, almost thinking he had gone to the wrong place.
He only smiled when he heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen.
"Aoba."
"No, how did you find your way here?"
Aoba walked quickly from the kitchen to the front hall and was quite surprised to see Saitama, whose head was now completely bald.
"I heard from your classmates that you resigned?"
"Yes, I want to be a hero."
"So, you shaved your head too?"
"...Aoba, this isn't shaved off, it's all fallen out."
Saitama's wise eyes revealed a hint of resentment.
"Hahaha..."
Aoba laughed heartily and kept patting Saitama's shoulder with his elbow.
"Sorry, I forgot about your hair loss."
"But how did you find my place?"
Aoba was quite surprised that Saitama had managed to find him.
after all.
When he graduated, he didn't tell anyone about opening a shop.
Even Saitama, who was his closest friend, didn't receive it.
He just lurks in the group every day, keeping up with his classmates' lives.
It wasn't until recently, when a message in the group chat said that Saitama had left that company, that I remembered this friend from high school.
"Did you find it?"
Saitama touched his head and suddenly laughed.
"Actually, I heard it from Genos."
"Jenos?"
"Yes, he said someone in the Hero Association was looking for you, so he gave me this. That's how I found you."
As he spoke, he handed a damp intelligence report to Aoba.
Aoba took the intelligence report and looked at the haphazardly drawn street and his own portrait on it.
His lips twitched involuntarily.
Furthermore, there's a tongue-out emoji in the bottom left corner.
"Tornado..."
That little brat!
Aoba suddenly felt a twitch between her eyebrows.
I have a feeling that being targeted by that guy isn't a good thing.
Forget it, don't think about this.
Aoba smiled and patted Saitama on the shoulder, saying:
"Welcome to today! So please feel free to order anything you'd like to eat."
"really?"
Upon hearing Aoba say the word "free," Saitama's mouth opened slightly and curled upwards.
Such a smile will give people a dull feeling.
"Of course!"
Aoba rolled up his sleeves and smiled:
"The menu is on the wall. You can tell me what you'd like to eat."
After he finished speaking, he paused again.
He looked at Saitama with a strange expression.
"You're not saying you want some discounted fried noodles with bread, are you?"
Special offer on fried noodles and bread.
This is Saitama and Aoba's lunch during their high school years.
Qingye's assessment of it was that it was cheap, plentiful, and filling.
As for the taste...
As long as we can fill our stomachs, who cares about the taste!
Anyway, as long as the various seasonings are combined, it won't taste too bad.
"Ahem..."
"how come."
Saitama, unusually, offered a rebuttal.
Next, I looked at the menu on the wall, mainly focusing on the prices.
After a long while, he finally spoke to Aoba, who was in the kitchen:
"Aoba... could you please have some fried noodles?" #sanIV柒尔死八IV[
Special offer yakisoba - 150 yen.
This is the cheapest item on the menu.
Hearing Aoba ordering food, she silently peeked out from behind the curtain:
"Never mind, you can sit down for a while."
"I'll make you right away... How about some 'strange-flavored' eggplant?"
"eggplant?"
"Yes, rice is included free of charge."
"Free rice? Sure, I'll give you a plate and try it!"
"Then you'll have to wait a moment. As you can see, there are quite a lot of guests today."
"It's alright, I have plenty of rooms available."
Saitama spoke as he sat down in a corner seat.
He had barely sat down when he felt a gaze upon him.
He turned his head and looked at the pine tree.
"what happened?"
"Is there something on my face?"
Saitama pointed at his face blankly and asked.