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Chapter 15 What do you like to eat?
Time flies and the four classes in the morning are over.

After the crisp bell, the students ushered in lunch break.

Some students took out the lunch boxes they prepared at home and went to a sacred lunch spot with their friends, or stayed in the classroom to eat.

Qingze didn’t bring a lunch box.

Chiyo Morimoto had a tight schedule in the morning, so she just handed him money and asked him to settle it in the canteen or canteen.

Hojo Tetsuji was different. He took out his lunch box from the drawer and wrapped it in blue cloth.

"Can your mother make bento?"

Qingze was a little surprised. In his imagination, Tetsuji Hojo's mother should be a tall and fierce aunt who could not cook.

"This is not made by my mother. It is the breakfast prepared by my sister in the morning."

"Your sister?"

Qingze's face was full of shock and he said: "Is it possible that your sister is the kind of dreamy soft girl who calls Booni-chan?"

Hojo Tetsuji shook his head and said, "How could you shout like that? Shinoko usually calls me Oni. Is there anything strange about this?"

"Isn't your sister not related to you by blood?"

"She is my own sister."

"It's dangerous."

"It's you who are in danger, okay."

Phoenix Academy Meiji interrupted from the side and said angrily: "Do you still want to go to the cafeteria to eat?"

"Of course I'm going."

Qingze replied and walked out of the classroom.

The cafeteria of Guanghui High School is on the ground floor of the teaching building. It is decorated in the style of a Western restaurant. There is a floor-to-ceiling window facing the atrium so that students dining can enjoy the scenery of the atrium.

The menu in the cafeteria has nothing to do with Western style. Most of it is Japanese style, mixed with a little bit of Chinese food modified from Japanese style.

The students like to eat it.

Qingze doesn't like to eat. He would rather eat ramen than Japanese-style Chinese food. He always feels that the taste is weird and not authentic at all.

He ordered eel ramen and sat near the floor-to-ceiling window.

Phoenix-in Meiji’s lunch is a big plate of sushi.

In the school cafeteria, this plate of sushi is the most expensive.

However, considering the eldest lady's wealth, such a meal should be very shabby.

Qingze was a little confused and asked, "Why do you want to come to Guanghui High School to study?"

Phoenix Academy Meiji thought for a while and said truthfully: "It's easier here. If you want to make friends, you can make friends, and if you don't want to, don't.

Staying in an aristocratic school that matches his status, due to various relationships at home, even if he doesn't want to interact with the other party, he has to pretend to have a good relationship with him.

I am still a high school student, and I should enjoy the campus life that a girl should have, instead of being obsessed with the machinations of adults. "

"The eldest lady also has eldest lady's troubles."

Qingze sighed, lowered his head and took a sip of ramen.

Phoenix Academy Meiji picked up the salmon sushi and said nonchalantly: "Do you like ramen?"

"It's okay. When I don't know what to eat, I just order ramen."

"Hey, are you the kind of person who can eat anything?"

"Of course not. If it tastes too bad, I won't be able to eat it. For example, the Japanese-Chinese food in the cafeteria is terrible."

Qingze vomited bitterly. Ever since he ate the so-called "Chinese food" in the first year of high school, he never wanted to eat the modified Chinese food in the cafeteria.

"You like to eat authentic Chinese food, do you have any signature dishes to recommend?"

Phoenix Academy Meiji swallowed the salmon sushi and continued to pretend to chat, but in fact asked about Qingze's preferences.

She wanted to make a love lunch for Qingze with her own hands to repay the kindness of the warehouse.

This was her carefully considered way of repaying the favor.In terms of money, it's just too tacky.

Qingze thought for a moment and replied: "The most delicious dish I have ever tasted is pork with pickles and vegetables. It is oily but not greasy. It is the best in the world."

"That's really exciting."

Mei Ji of the Phoenix Academy secretly noted that Qingze likes pickled vegetables and meat.

Today she went back to ask the chef at home to learn this dish to repay Qingze.

……

The bright sunshine is shining on the campus, and it's time for school to end again.

Every time at this time, Phoenix Academy Meiji felt like she was a ghost, floating around the campus without anyone noticing, without any purpose.

The passionate youth on the playground has nothing to do with her.

The artistic tea ceremony in the club building was not something she could relate to.

Phoenix Academy Meiji was walking casually in the corridor, and found that she had arrived at the door of the Kendo Club at some unknown time, and a loud shout came from the gap in the unclosed sliding door.

"Noodles! Noodles! Noodles!"

The roaring roar was made by Tetsuji Hojo. Miki from the Phoenix Academy was bored, so she quietly opened the sliding door a little and peeked inside.

On the field, Tetsuji Hojo was wearing protective gear for practicing kendo, and the bamboo sword in his hand was chopping down heavily.

A loud roar erupted from his mouth, and every clash of bamboo swords made people wonder if he really wanted to kill someone.

Even though he was hit by such a ferocious attack, his opponent still did not lose his position.

Phoenix Academy Meiji was a little surprised.

"Face!" When Hojo Tetsuji once again wanted to raise his bamboo sword to attack, his opponent saw the gap and turned from defense to offense. The bamboo sword slashed forward like a flash of lightning, "Baby!"

A powerful roar came from the mask, like a tiger roaring in the forest.

Phoenix Academy Meiji was startled, her heart almost jumped out of her chest, and she patted her hands gently. She recognized Aozawa's voice, and thought to herself, no wonder she could withstand Hojo's fierce attack.

"Hojo, I said that kendo is not about strength. Your movements and momentum need to be beautiful to score points. Kendo is not a street fight."

"I know!" Hojo Tetsuji's response is always so resounding.

Qingze was not sure whether he heard it or not, and shouted: "Then continue."

Phoenix Academy Meiji closed the door, turned around and left, complaining in her heart, how could she be like a peeping tom?
……

Wandering and thinking until about five o'clock.

Phoenix Academy Meiji was on her way home. Instead of asking the housekeeper to drive over to pick her up, she chose a very civilian way and took the tram.

During this time, she doesn’t need to worry about tram congestion.

A little later, during the evening rush hour, the tram will become very scary, with many people packed in the tram, like sardines compressed in a can.

She stepped out of Setagaya station, got into the Bentley that came to greet her, and returned to the Phoenix-in home.

"Welcome back, miss."

The maids stood side by side in the entrance hall and bowed to her.

"Yes," Phoenix Academy Meiji nodded in response, then said, "Miwa, please ask a chef who knows Chinese cuisine to come over."

"Yes."

The three-wheeled butler nodded and motioned with his eyes to a maid to go to the kitchen and call for someone.

Phoenix Academy Mei Ji thought about the words in her mind. What reason should she find to let her learn how to braised pork with pickles without being suspected by her mother?

She knew very well that every move she made would be reported to her mother.

That one is very controlling.

She could only find an excuse to take home economics classes.

(End of this chapter)