Chapter 115: Who Dirtied the Apron? (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"I'm back!"

The dimming sun slowly stained the sky red,

Reiko Onodera pushed open the door and walked in.

After changing shoes in the entryway, she found that the living room hosted only a tiny figure lying flat, resembling a salted fish too lazy even to flip over.

Misaki Saki, who was charging herself, looked up at madam, "Ah... Sister Reiko, you're back?"

Having said that, she tilted her head and laid back down, almost sticking out her tongue.

"Meow?" Roast Meat crouched beside her, tentatively pawing the girl's shoulder with his little meaty paws,

Bean Eyes filled with horror.

How could it be that she had just emerged from that room with her poop scooper and turned out like this?

This human it knew well; every day, they both shared the same routine: she ate, then slept, and she woke up, then ate. She got up, it got up; she had meals, it had meals; she slept... well, that one wasn't synced up.

All done? Could it be that she was caught sneaking food too...?