Your Turn, Yotsuba

Miku Nakano, especially, was practically dying of grievance as she crouched in the corner. Aside from the small piece of bun Akasaka had given her, she had not eaten anything else. She had eaten the least out of all five of them. If she had known, she would not have been so stubborn and resistant.

Akasaka rolled up his sleeves and said there was more, but he needed to borrow their kitchen.

The five sisters were exceptionally generous! They told him to use whatever ingredients were in the kitchen! Better yet, make an extra portion for their mother, who had not come home yet and was busy working outside!

Akasaka said that was no problem, then opened their refrigerator—only to find it completely empty. Other than a few eggs, there was nothing inside.

The Nakano Quintuplets lived rather poorly, since they relied entirely on their mother's salary as a teacher to support them.

Even this little farmhouse courtyard was rented.

There was no one else anywhere nearby; theirs was the only household around.

That was why the rent for this house was especially cheap.

The courtyard was also somewhat run-down. Even the tatami mats in the rooms had yellowed.

A single mother raising five children truly did not have an easy life. Thus, aside from a few eggs that could maintain basic nutrition, there was nothing else in the fridge.

Seeing this, the five sisters felt rather embarrassed, embarrassed enough that their toes could dig out a three-bedroom apartment.

They had just boasted that he could use anything in the refrigerator, only for there to be nothing but a pitiful few eggs inside.

Their mother was not actually very good at cooking. Aside from fried eggs, she could not make anything else.

That was why they had kept Akasaka around: