Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

Haruka Yuzan walked over and glanced at the huge nylon bag, her curiosity piqued, "Is the charcoal that was ordered here?"

"Yeah!" Misaki Saki nodded vigorously, with her large eyes blinking as if she had done something good and was hoping for praise like a little kid,

"The charcoal is here, so we can have a good meal tonight!!!"

At the mention of food, Chiba Shimizu couldn't help but slurp her saliva, and the roast meat at her feet was even more unsightly, flowing right out.

Haruka Yuzan handed the plastic bag she was carrying to Chiba Shimizu standing next to her, now holding four big bags in total, two new additions to her arms. Though not particularly heavy, the accumulated bulk made the girl's slender figure look even more delicate and frail.

Of course, it was just the willowy waist and pale, long legs that elicited sympathy.

It was tough enough supporting the weight of two big light fixtures on a regular day, let alone adding four big bags to the load.

Seeing this, the young girl quickly slurped her saliva too and scurried over with her short legs, taking two of the plastic bags from the young lady's hands,

"Let me help you with some of that, Shimizu."

"Yeah, thanks." Chiba Shimizu nodded, not declining the offer.

"I always tell you to exercise more, now you're wilting, aren't you!"

Haruka Yuzan said with a laugh, then easily lifted the nylon bag, feeling the weight as he swung it in his hand.

But, given the customs of the Island Country, it should have been brought into the yard to begin with... After all, with the exorbitant labor costs, this kind of small task is supposed to be included in employee duties…

"That's not right, didn't you have them bring it inside? Why leave it right at the entrance?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Misaki Saki raised her cute little face, appearing bullish,

"I thought they looked too tired, and figured it was such a trivial matter that I shouldn't bother them, I could handle it myself…"

Her childlike voice told of the girl's innocent kindness, touching to hear, comforting to the soul...

But,

Haruka Yuzan squinted skeptically at Misaki Saki in front of him, "Are you sure?"

He wouldn't believe a word of what this person had just said.

"Ah! What's there to be unsure about..."

Misaki Saki, scrutinized by the boy's righteous gaze, couldn't help but feel a bit guilty,

Even roast meat couldn't resist looking up at the girl, clearly, the little guy knew something.

"Alright..."

Seemingly defeated, Misaki Saki turned her head away with embarrassment and ruefully stuck out her tongue,

"The real reason is, I was playing a game at the time and was too lazy to go downstairs to open the door, so I told them to leave it by the door..."

"I thought so, that makes more sense," Haruka Yuzan said with mild exasperation, then turned and walked into the villa.

It was only after finishing her game that she remembered to go out and get the charcoal, only to find after dragging her feet for half the day that she couldn't move it at all.

Chiba Shimizu and roast meat followed the boy into the villa, the large orange figure even turning its head back,

"What the heck! Even though the process and the intention were a bit different, the outcome is good, right?"

Seeing everyone had gone inside, Misaki Saki also hurriedly carried the heavy bags, chasing after them with her short little legs.

Her fair little face was slowly straining, and the two white eco-friendly bags were almost touching the ground.

Again, she started grunting with the effort of "heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho."

Back in the villa,

Misaki Saki placed the two big bags in the kitchen, then promptly sprawled on the sofa, panting heavily, unlike a salted fish that wanted to flip over.

The blush on her collagen-filled cheeks and the sweat on her hair told the tale of a day's worth of exercise being well accomplished...

Sharing the same post-exercise pose was the plump cat, roast meat, its orange tail swishing through the air, and the chubby bun face wearing the words 'give up' all over it.

Looking at the pair, Haruka Yuzan shook his head speechlessly,

"I always tell you to exercise more, but you're all so lazy. If I weren't home one day and something happened, I wouldn't know what the two of you would do!"

"Hey! Talk about roast meat first, it's worse than me!"

Confronted with the boy's lecture, Misaki Saki sold out roast meat mercilessly, reaching out to point at the plump feline body,

"Look at it, sleeping after eating, eating after sleeping, and basking in the sun when bored, living the life of my dreams every day."

"Meow?" Taken aback by the sudden betrayal, roast meat was clearly unprepared, its glossy bean eyes full of surprise, and the shocked expression on its fluffy face.

How can you be so decisive? After all, I am your senior...

"You're not much better than it." Haruka Yuzan retorted, then went into the kitchen to help with the food preparation,

"Rest a bit, and then come to help."

"Okay!"

The little girl lay there gazing at the ceiling, quietly recharging.

...

In the kitchen,

Chiba Shimizu had already taken out all the food they bought and was rinsing it.

Haruka Yuzan washed his hands as well, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

Japanese yakitori,

Having purchased many other ingredients, they only prepared one portion of chicken, which was the trickiest part to handle.

It was evident that Haruka Yuzan expertly and meticulously dissected various parts of the chicken: the breast, wings, heart, legs, sinew, and bones...

After disassembling, he placed each part in separate dishes.