An A-Ranked Adventurer’s “Slow-living”

After washing the bed sheets and drying out, I sit on a chair in my living room.

Behind my gaze, Flora was making breakfast while humming and humming.

Flora's knife makes a good rhythm sound.

Perhaps I found my apron hanging on the wall while I was washing the sheets, and Flora was wearing a slightly larger blue apron.

Watching Flora cooking in her own kitchen is fresh.

I'm always entertained or ask Flora to help me cook.

"Do you really need to help?"

"It's okay, Mr. Aldo. The rest is just stir-fry and it doesn't take much time."

Today I make a second proposal, but Flora refused.

I'm very happy that Flora cooks the food, but it's hard to leave me alone because I've been cooking here all the time.

Flora laughs happily when she looks at her fiercely.

"I want to make it to Aldo"

"……all right"

If you say such a thing with a happy smile, you have to be quiet. I don't think no man is happy to be told such a thing.

I completely give up helping to cook and look at the flora in a calm manner.

Flora is a slice of finely chopped leafy vegetables, mushrooms, and radish that has just been caught this morning and served on a wooden plate.

After that, add a little oil to the heated frying pan and start frying the remaining wild vegetables, vegetables, bacon, radish, etc.

Flora moves around the kitchen in my house in a flowing motion.

Since we know all the locations of seasonings, storage locations of ingredients, and the positions of dishes and utensils, there is no stagnation in their movements.

Probably because I cook at my house many times. It seems a little weird to cook in the kitchen, even though I'm still unfamiliar with entering the house.

The sizzling sound of the ingredients and the savory flavor spreads throughout the living room.

After a while, whether the vegetables were cooked or not, Flora put the ingredients in a pot that was warmed next to it.

Simmer the vegetables slowly in a soup with the flavor of herbs and spices.

The delicious smell stimulated my stomach and began to cry, as if my stomach were hungry.

"Ufufu, when the soup is boiled, it's done, so please wait a little longer."

The sound of my belly seemed to be heard by Flora in the kitchen. Flora stirs the pot with Otama while laughing.

"Aldo, you're done!"

Then I was hungry for a while and the breakfast was completed.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat together soon."

"Yes yes"

Flora puts breakfast on a tray and comes here.

The menu presented in front of you is a colorful radish and leafy vegetable salad. Bread. Stir-fried radish with mushrooms, carrots, bacon, wild plants, etc.

And it's a herb soup with radish, potatoes, and onions.

All contain freshly harvested radish this morning, and I am very glad that it is used without leaving any fruits, stems or leaves.

"Because of the bright red color, the radish makes it very beautiful to look at."

"That's right. It looks delicious."

Colorful salads, stir-fried dishes flavored with salt and pepper, and soups that spit the smell of herbs with steam are irresistible.

I want to eat fast, but I'm sorry to eat first, even if Flora isn't even seated.

I'm waiting for Flora to sit down and sit.

Flora smiled and took off her apron and sat down with her tray, as she knew what she was doing.

"-!"

Flora sitting on a tray distorted her expression.

"what's the matter? Are you okay?"

When I noticed Flora's anomaly, I worried and asked.

It shouldn't have been such an injuries yesterday ... In fact, are you patiently stubborn or having symptoms the next day?

"I'm fine."

But Flora says as if nothing.

That being said, she was just attacked by a Red Bear yesterday. Only bad thoughts cross my head and get worried.

"Maybe you're injured somewhere?"

"No, not that ..."

I lean my head to a crunchy flora somewhere.

"That was the first night last night, so I still feel a bit uncomfortable ..."

Flora that blushes and rubs thighs.

The cause was me. Like the previous sheet, I may not have the ability to know about women.

I've never dated a woman before, and it's hard to care for that.

"... I'm sorry. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Yes, it's only a little pain, maybe it's okay."

My face gets hot because I remembered last night. Did Flora remember the same way, he turned his face down and turned red to his ears.

There is inevitable air in the living room.

"Well, can I eat that?"

"Yes, please eat!"

Speaking brightly as if shaking off the embarrassing air, Flora turned up and shouted.

I immediately grab a fork and carry my radish into my soup. The stewed radish is a little softer and moderately chewy. Thanks to the firmly inhaled sweetness of onions and potatoes that have melted into the soup, every time you chew, the savory taste comes out.

Delicious served. And the spiciness peculiar to radish will be faint afterwards.

"Yeah, it tastes soup so delicious."

"That's right. It has a texture like radish and it's quite easy to use."

Sure, radish is similar to radish. Probably because it's like a kind of radish.

I ate the bread in the soup, and then extended the fork one after another to the stir-fry and salad.

The stir-fried food is very responsive because the radish fruit is roughly cut.

The salad with sliced radish and leafy vegetables is very easy to eat thanks to the sweet and sour sauce. When it was put into the mouth, it made a crisp sound, and the taste of the material itself was felt.

"What's wrong? Don't eat?"

After eating each bite of each menu, you notice that the flora is not moving.

"No, it was fun to see Aldo eating. I had a dream to cook for the people I like."

When I ask, Flora says so disfigured.

If you say such a thing in a straight ball, you will be shy.

"Speaking of which, you always saw when you ate Potov at Flora's house, right?"

"Well, did you notice that?"

"I wish I could look that far from the front."

She responds with a bitter smile to the embarrassing Flora.

"I can't help it. I thought I couldn't meet anymore, because a favorite person came to my house suddenly."

Flora, whose flesh dyes her cheeks red, carries a spooned radish into her mouth as if to embarrass her embarrassment.

Such a flora is cute and will make you laugh, but if you laugh, you will endure it, so you can withstand it.

Breakfast not alone. There is a favorite person in the chair opposite.

Have fun cooking and having a meal together.

A completely different sight. Just having a favorite person makes it even more fun for breakfast.

"Are you laughing?"

Flora glares at my face, looking up when the expression is loose.

"No, I don't. I think it would be such a great time to have breakfast with Flora."

When I say the words I really felt, Flora looked a little nervous, and then smiled.

"……me too"