Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

Well, my brother seems to study after noon because the tutor is coming, and I'll drop him off as good luck. My brother invited me to study too, but I said no because I wanted to do something else. In time, I will take part in my brother's study.

What I want to do is improve my mother's diet. Though I was forced to eat at noon, it is quite stressful to eat things I don't like. At any rate, it is decided that it is good to eat.

I want to be honest with Martha about my mother's diet. I asked because I had a proposal, and they brought me to the kitchen.

Dan, our main chef, was a carefree muscular osan, and he accepted my proposal with clam. My proposal is, 'If you don't like it, hide it'. Bring the finely chopped vegetables together in a hamburger. Dissolve in the soup and simmer in the trout. Do not know the original form. Something called mixing in a sleigh potage or cake.

Looks like it was a rare cooking method in this world, or just listening to the story, Dan prototyped some. They were all delicious and satisfactory to taste.

Furthermore, my mother asked me to cook it in an iron pan just for my mother because she was anemic.

Dan acknowledged and promised me that he would think of something my mother, who hates vegetables, could eat, other than my proposal. Our servant is a good man on top of his ability.

As for the meal, I left it to Dan for now, and later I decided to carry out a mother's health operation while thinking that I might ask my brother about some good herbs for nourishment.

Let my mother, who eats and sleeps, exercise. I'm going to my mother's room ASAP. My mother's room smelled slightly of disinfectant, reminiscent of my own room in Japan, where I lived 25 years. In the bed in the middle of the room my mother was reading a book. The sickly fine beauty lays her eyes down in bed seems kind of like even a painting.

"Oh, I'd love to come."

My mother tilted her neck, but smiled.

"Fine, here you are"

Will my mother even read a book? I'm pumping my own bed. The book also bothers me, but the purpose is my mother's exercise.

"You've been well received all the time. Oh, sometimes I can give you a lift."

"Well, that sounds fun"

So far so good. But things unforeseen unfolded.

My mother did too much health. Much less than expected.

No, no matter how sick or weak you are, don't try your best on the front porch!! You don't usually move!!

Mother's exercise no longer seems to have to start at the rehab level. I decided to do the trick to the tunnel.

The immediate goal is to gain the muscle strength to be able to walk in the garden. Again... my goal is too low to cry.

I kept it for exercise I could do in bed today.