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"Impossible!"
This apartnt complex had dedicated trash rooms for disposal. Although trash sorting seed troubleso to Renz, he had gotten used to it and didn't mind. With the tasks divided at ho, they simply had to take the sorted trash to the designated bins in the trash room.
Therefore... Renz had vaguely heard sounds of tidying up from inside earlier. Could Mafuyu Sensei have actually sorted out so much trash in such a limited ti? Accumulating such a large quantity ant she hadn't cleaned her apartnt for days.
Mafuyu Sensei's brilliant image in Renz's mind crumbled. However, on second thought, no one is perfect; everyone has their flaws. If soone were excellent in every aspect, that would be rather strange, wouldn't it? Perhaps Mafuyu Sensei was simply very busy with work and hadn't had ti to clean her apartnt, which was certainly a possibility.
"Those three trash bags?" Kirisu Mafuyu sounded as if her secret had been exposed, her voice lacking its earlier confidence. "I've just been too busy with work recently, so I haven't had ti to throw them out."
Her work had indeed been very busy lately, with many problem students to deal with, but it wasn't to the extent that she couldn't even do housework. She was simply not good at dostic chores. She hadn't even had ti to properly sort the trash inside the bags; she had just stuffed a large pile of garbage into them. After Renz left, Kirisu Mafuyu would have to figure out how to re-sort the trash in the bags.
"Oh, I'm actually on my way to pick up my cousin. Mafuyu Sensei, let help you throw out the trash," Renz offered, extending his hand. Since Mafuyu Sensei had agreed to help look after Mashiro Shiina for the weekend, Renz felt grateful, and helping her with the trash was a small gesture of thanks.
Kirisu Mafuyu stood rooted to the spot. "This... is this really okay?" Kirisu Mafuyu's voice trembled, but she quickly suppressed the tremor.
"Sensei, don't worry, I won't throw the trash into the wrong bins," Renz reassured her. After all, having lived in Japan with Erina for so many years, Renz knew how to sort trash.
Kirisu Mafuyu was crying tears of despair inwardly. It wasn't that she didn't trust him or feared he'd put the trash in the wrong bin. It was that she hadn't properly sorted the trash in the bags herself, and if they were thrown into the bins as they were, the sanitation workers would fine her.
To confess, or not to confess? Kirisu Mafuyu still hoped to maintain her image as a good Sensei. However, she couldn't bring herself to hand the trash bags to Renz to dispose of, only for him to get scolded on her behalf because the trash wasn't properly sorted. As a Sensei, she couldn't let a student take the bla for her.
"The trash hasn't been properly sorted yet; I just temporarily put it in the bags, so it's not convenient to throw it out," Kirisu Mafuyu said nervously. With this explanation, her image as a good Sensei surely hadn't been shattered, right? She had explained the whole situation.
Damn it, she thought, tomorrow, no matter what, I'm calling a housekeeper to help with the chores, at least to help sort these trash bags properly.
"It seems Sensei is really busy," Renz said, retracting his hand. "If there's anything inconvenient, just let know. After all, we're neighbors."
The stone hanging in Kirisu Mafuyu's heart finally fell. She had always yearned for the teaching profession and wanted to achieve sothing significant in it. She hoped to beco the students' favorite Sensei, which was why Kirisu Mafuyu had always been very mindful of her image outside of work. She had almost ruined her image in front of her student due to her inability to manage housework.
Fortunately, the other party was a bit 'slow' and didn't realize her dostic incompetence. She had narrowly escaped, and her image as a good Sensei should be safe.
"I still need to pick up Mashiro from school. I'll take my leave now!" Renz said, waving his hand. He checked the ti; he should still make it. Mashiro had club activities at school.
He went down the apartnt stairs. The apartnt door closed.
Kirisu Mafuyu quietly faced the three trash bags in her living room. She was ready to take a gamble: starting today, she would find a way to master housework to avoid Renz discovering that she was a third-rate Sensei who was terrible at dostic chores.
Open the trash bags. Sort them!
Kirisu Mafuyu's eyes constantly darted between the trash bags. Then she took out her phone to check how each type of trash should be disposed of. Back and forth, she felt completely disoriented, unable to figure out which way was which.
Her recently rekindled ambition... It was extinguished by Kirisu Mafuyu within minutes.
It's still better to call a housekeeper for help.
She really wasn't good at this sort of thing!
As long as Renz didn't see her doing housework, that would be enough!
There was no need to force herself to be excellent at housework.
Kirisu Mafuyu comforted herself with these thoughts.
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7:00 PM - Renz's Ran Shop
Mashiro Shiina was sitting in the back kitchen, playing on her phone. Concerned that Mashiro might get into trouble if left alone at ho, Renz had brought her to the ran shop. Although he had asked Mafuyu Sensei for help, he couldn't always rely on her to look after Mashiro Shiina. Asking once or twice was already bothering soone significantly.
"Young man, is this your boss lady?" a regular custor said with a smile in the shop. He was paying his bill when he inadvertently saw Mashiro Shiina in the back kitchen. He had been present at Renz's proposal and was quite curious.
"She's very beautiful," the male custor teased.
"She's my cousin," Renz said, rolling his eyes. This wasn't the first ti he'd been asked this question today.
"Ah?! The male custor was startled. He couldn't see any resemblance between the two. "My apologies, but she seems very well-behaved."
Although Renz was also handso, Mashiro Shiina was of mixed heritage, so their resemblance was very low, making it difficult to discern a familial relationship. Perhaps she was his wife's cousin; in that case, calling her that wouldn't be wrong.
But who knew?
Feeling it would be foolish to pry further into such personal matters, the custor didn't continue. Instead, he took his change and quickly changed the subject, thanking him: "Thanks for the al."
"Co again soon," Renz said, putting his hand into the cash register and continuing his work.
The restaurant was still packed today. Ran, while delicious, can easily beco tireso to eat daily, though once or twice is fine. However, due to its good quality and affordable price, many office workers didn't mind this. If it got boring, it got boring, as long as it saved money.
However, Renz was quite attentive to this and had introduced several new ran and fried rice dishes, significantly reducing the chances of custors getting tired of the food. In addition, Renz diligently researched new spices for the daily soup base. This maintained an extrely high custor return rate.
During this period, riding the wave of his "Divine Tongue" fa, Renz had gained a lot of business, but the sheer volu of work was becoming overwhelming. There were simply too many custors. He needed to find a way to hire so help.
On Saturday, he also had to go clothes shopping with Erina, who said she wanted to dress him up properly for what might be his first eting with her parents, aiming to make a good first impression. This was utterly frustrating. Grandfather's personality surely wouldn't base such decisions on appearance, would it?
However, Renz couldn't win an argunt with Erina on this matter and eventually agreed. And to avoid annoying reporters and photographers, protecting their underground relationship from being discovered by Grandfather, this shopping trip wouldn't just be with Erina. Hisako Arato would also be accompanying them.
As for Renz, he would probably bring Mashiro Shiina. With a group of four, they could claim it was just friends going shopping together, avoiding any misinterpretations.
Being a public figure is really difficult.
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