My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 51 The Maid's Big Discovery!

The milk pitcher is like a paintbrush; milk foam piles up on the coffee, and the spout is gently shaken to depict individual leaves.

The leaf shape is not like that of an ordinary tree leaf, but rather like a fern leaf, resembling feathers.

Once the design was complete, Yukimiya Natsumi served coffee to Tsukimiya Aoi.

The proud mother looked at the pattern, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Have you practiced this before?"

Yuko Takahashi nodded vigorously; she thought so too!

"Perhaps," Yukimiya Natsune replied.

Explaining is too troublesome, and lying is unnecessary. Let's give a middle ground answer and let her fill in the blanks herself.

Picking up her coffee, Tsukimiya Aoi took a sip and shook her head: "The milk foam is a bit too much, and the pattern is too rigid."

She finished her coffee in one gulp, stood up, walked behind the counter, and skillfully operated the coffee machine.

This mother really knows how to make latte art?

Shiraishi Saku initially thought that the international competition gold medal was fake or bought.

Under his gaze, Tsukimiya Aoi gently swung the milk pitcher, and soon a fern leaf pattern, clearly superior to Yukimiya Natsume's, appeared on the coffee.

Unlike real fern leaves, the fern leaves of the Moon Palace Amaranth are more geometric and have a more artistic feel.

Coffee was placed in front of Yukimiya Natsune. Tsukimiya Aoi smiled, her eyes haughty, and with a hint of—expectation.

Where does this expectation come from? Shiraishi Saku pondered.

"How about it? Do you know where you're lacking now?" Tsukimiya Aoi tapped her coffee cup with her finger.

Yukimiya Natsune nodded.

Tsukimiya Aoi tapped the coffee cup again, and the white porcelain cup made a crisp sound.

Yukimiya Natsune blinked.

Tsukimiya Aoi frowned, and had no choice but to be blunt: "This cup is for you."

It turns out that her previous expectation was to have her adopted daughter drink the coffee she made. Recalling what had just happened, Tsukimiya Aoi had also finished drinking the coffee made by the young girl.

Unfortunately.

Yukimiya Natsune politely declined, saying, "Thank you, but I don't drink coffee."

The young girl couldn't eat matcha or drink coffee; she disliked all bitterness.

Shiraishi Saku clearly saw that Tsukimiya Aoi's aura changed from triumph to dejection.

She stubbornly retorted, "Who told you to drink it? I told you to observe carefully, and then pour it out!"

Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune exchanged a glance.

She's angry.

He's really angry.

Even though Tsukimiya Aoi was breathing heavily, Shiraishi Saku wouldn't let his girlish body suffer. Now that things had come to this, only he, the boy, could make an appearance.

Yukimiya Natsumi picked up the coffee and handed it to Shiraishi Saku, who drank it all in one gulp.

Tsukimiya Aoi clicked her tongue.

That's going too far!

We are all your daughters! Treat us equally, you unfit mother!

"Let's try again, I'll teach you!" Tsukimiya Aoi said to Yukimiya Natsune.

What about me? You only have eyes for your daughter, don't you? Shiraishi Saku was heartbroken.

Asakura Chihaya interjected at the opportune moment, "I ordered some desserts from the confectionery shop next door. Would you mind coming with me to pick them up, Master Shiraishi?"

Shiraishi Saku agreed.

"I'm going out too," Yuko Takahashi said, holding her phone. "The raw material supplier is looking for me."

The purpose is too obvious: to send everyone away, leaving only Tsukimiya Aoi and the girl's body.

Without revealing anything, Shiraishi Saku and the classic maid walked out of the coffee shop together and headed towards the dessert shop on the street corner.

The sky was already a dusky yellow. On the main street not far away, pedestrians were bustling about and hurrying along. The street where the coffee shop was located was somewhat remote, with few pedestrians, making it seem even quieter.

"Young Master Shiraishi." Asakura Chihaya walked beside him, half a step behind, and began to speak.

It seems that the classical maid called him out not only to give the mother and daughter some space, but also to have a conversation with him.

"Just call me Shiraishi." Shiraishi Saku was not used to being a young master for the first time.

"Young Master Saku," Asakura Chihaya changed her form of address.

Shiraishi Saku felt that she had changed the wrong thing, and that it was intentional.

Without correcting her further, Shiraishi Saku asked, "What is Ms. Asakura trying to say?"

Classic lines from movies and TV shows flashed through his mind: "I'll give you a million dollars, get out of my lady's house!", "If you don't want to sink into Tokyo Bay, get out of Tokyo!", "Want to dance too?"...

Unfortunately, the conversation didn't develop in that direction.

The setting sun hung to the right of the classical maid, its orange halo floating on her forehead, the dazzling light blinding the boy on her left.

"Young Master Saku and Miss Yukimiya are in sync in every way," Asakura Chihaya said, looking at the road ahead. "They're practically one person."

Shiraishi Saku's heart skipped a beat. Many people said the girl's body resembled his, but only the maid beside him said they were the same person.

To be honest, I was a little startled. Did the other party discover something?

Shiraishi Saku remained still, quietly waiting for the maid's next words.

"On what day did Young Master Saku and Miss Yukimiya meet?" Asakura Chihaya asked calmly, her steps never faltering.

Shiraishi Saku roughly stated, "One day in early May."

This time coincided with the time of the investigation at the Tsukimiya family. Asakura Chihaya did not ask for details, looked up to confirm the location, and turned into the pedestrian street on the right.

She brought up another topic: "When my wife was young, she loved coffee. For a long time, she would make two cups of latte art every morning, one of which was for Miss Liuli."

So that's why Tsukimiya Aoi was breathing out. Yukimiya Natsune, as her Stand, failed to complete her role.

"Miss Liuli always finishes her coffee, and Madam assumed that Miss Liuli liked coffee as much as she did."

"Assumed"? In other words, it's not true?

"Actually, Miss Ruri doesn't like it," Asakura Chihaya continued. "Madam probably guessed that Miss might not like it, but she didn't think about it in detail."

In other words, this wretched mother has been making her daughter drink things she doesn't like? She's hopeless.

By the way, does this also mean that the girl's body is not actually out of character, and that Tsukimiya Ruri was originally set to dislike coffee?

"Miss Ruri has never refused Madam since she was a child," Asakura Chihaya stopped and turned to look at Shiraishi Saku, her elegant and classical face revealing no emotion. "Very few people would refuse Madam, and even fewer would be as disrespectful to Madam as Miss Yukimiya."

Shiraishi Saku knew that the maid's conversation had reached its core, and what had come before was merely a prelude.

"I originally thought that Miss Yukimiya had this kind of personality before she lost her memory, but now it seems that she may be learning from and imitating Young Master Saku," the maid said, stating the conclusion she had reached today.

Shiraishi Saku breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought Asakura Chihaya had discovered something. Of course, how could something as absurd as human splitting be discovered?

"Miss Yukimiya trusts and relies on Young Master Saku very much. When making coffee, she always pays attention to Young Master Saku's reaction. I think that's why Miss Yukimiya and Young Master Saku are in sync." Asakura Chihaya pushed open the shop door next to her. They had arrived at the dessert shop.

She couldn't be wrong. It's only natural in this world to care for and depend on oneself.