Himekishi to Camping Car

Morning lakeside, in a camper.

Sophia was sitting in front of these in the Japanese-style room between the six tatamis, and Naoto was moving in front of the kitchen.

IH cooking heater, microwave, cooker. I was making full use of Patricia's interior to make breakfast.

"Naoto, what kind of magic is that?

"Yeah? What do you mean, magic?

He asked Sophia back over his shoulder as he dropped his gaze on the frying pan at hand.

"Naoto is burning something right now, but from what I've seen, he hasn't used fire, and he doesn't look like he set it off in the first place. How are you cooking this?

"Oh, this is called an IH heater. Er..."

I'm gonna tell you, and, uh, a straight guy who's gonna snap his neck.

"Speaking of which, on what principle is IH heater getting hot?

Think in a pose that looks up at the ceiling.

Likewise it's a type of cookware, but unlike both gas and electric stoves, it's the IH cooking heater that has no idea what's going on with what it looks like.

If you ask me, I use it as normal, but I have lived without knowing it at all.

"I don't care."

"Yeah?"

"I don't like anything. Well, just think of it as a tool to heat up the electricity for it."

"Electric?"

"Yes, all this car is made to work with electricity, with the power of thunder..."

"I see. If you're really thunder, don't put heat on it."

Nod, convincing Sophia.

"Don't make that thunder go away, save it, take it out whenever you want and use it is this car. Oh, and with the help of the sun."

"I see, the sun is certainly hot too"

Sophia was perfectly convinced.

"... yeah kid"

Unexpectedly, that's how you crush it, straight man.

After a while, what I was baking was ready, and the dish was finished.

Naoki carried what he had made, one dish at a time, and lined it up.

"Thank you for waiting."

"This is all... dishes I've never seen before."

"Really?"

"Oh."

I nodded to Sophia, and Naoto explained one by one what he had prepared.

New incense with a refreshing fragrance of yuzu on a white-cooked rice, hot, standing radish miso juice, and a fillet of salmon barbecued with skins.

And -.

"Is this... a bean?

"Oh, I say natto"

"Natto."

"Yes, natto"

Three vegetables a juice for white rice, that's for two, lined up on top of this one.

For a straight person who has never been abroad before, it is a familiar sight and just reassuring to see.

Naoto sat across from Sophia, "I'll take it," and joined hands.

Meanwhile, a princess knight in armor, dying out of touch with a meal in the Japanese room, was roaring straight ahead of her cooking.

"Mmmm..."

"What's going on? Eat."

"Mmm... this is, no but..."

Sophia, who showed some difficulty, compared the dishes to those of her own and those of her immediate family.

"Same thing..."

"Yeah, I made the exact same one for two."

"I mean, Naoto tats this too..."

"... is that right?

I'm surprised at what you just did.

When I looked at her carefully, I found that her gaze was not on the whole breakfast, but on a certain point.

For Nato, who is Japanese, it is not an exaggeration when it comes to national food.

but Sophia is a princess knight of the other world.

"Oh, you don't know how to eat natto"

"Oh, oh,"

"Give it to me."

That said, Naoki took a vessel with Sophia's share of the natto and stirred it with chopsticks.

"Are you crazy?"

"Oh, you have to mix it well"

"Yarn, it's hitting..."

"This twat is my life."

I'll mix them with gentle, but not reluctant, hands so the soft, fermented natto won't crack.

Shakashaka, Shakashaka.

Less than a minute later, the surface of the natto became covered in white thread.

The unique smell of standing up from it evoked a delicious memory engraved in the genes. The saliva swells up in the mouth of a straight man.

Naoto mixed it up and followed it before Sophia.

"Yes, go ahead"

"Ugh..."

She flattered, but frowned.

"It stinks... it's threading..."

"Oh, be careful when you eat. Because it's hard to smell when the onion is on your face."

"Negi... Stinky..."

"Haha, that's what I call food"

When Sophia was showing a difficult color, she was invited by the smell, the puppy woke up and came with a potato.

It seems to wake up, sweetening to a straight person with a puffy face characteristic of a dog.

"Knock."

"Wake up, let's eat."

"Wow!"

Hey, hey, hey.

I stroked him to rub the back of the puppy's head, then stood up and opened the fridge next to the kitchen.

The puppy I followed is at the feet of a straight man, waving a patty and tail.

"Wow, fish is fine, too."

"Wow!"

Take out a slice of salmon fillet that's still there and cook carefully in a frying pan.

After baking it up, I'll take the bones, then serve it on a plate and serve it to the puppy.

"Yeah, food."

I watch my puppy eat out of the guts and then I come back in front of this one.

So I realized that Sophia was still holding the natto, roaring.

"Is that it? What's wrong, Sophia, you're not eating?

"Oh, oh."

"Don't you know how to eat natto yet? Tap it over the rice there."

"Are you going to eat this white one?"

"Oh, is it actually quicker to do it and show it to you?

Naoto thought so, stirring his natto the same way he had just done, and putting it on the rice.

I chewed it up all over my mouth.

The unique bitterness of the natto and the sweetness of the white rice were tangled by the yarn, which, in one, spread into the mouth.

"Kuuuuuuuu"

Unexpectedly, he is a direct person who gets excited.

"I knew it had to be this kind of breakfast in the morning! I haven't eaten anything decent in years."

I was so happy to tear when I said it tasted unchanging.

Now I caught a bite of the salmon fillet. Greasy, sweet and salty rolls over the tongue.

Make a noise without miso juice. The taste of dashi miso stained the radishes well, and it also stained the body.

When I was impressed with a decent breakfast for the first time in years, and I was tongue-in-cheek at it, a puppy came and swept his tail and looked straight up at me.

"Wow!"

"What's wrong, what have you eaten already?"

"Wow!"

"You still want it? I can't help it, it's just a little bit."

Naoto cut the salmon from his portion with chopsticks, placing it flat on his hand and serving it to the puppy.

The puppy was thrilled and ate directly from the top of his straight hand.

Straight people also dusted a little on the puppy that muddled the guts and fish.

"Wow!"

"No more. - The rest is mine."

"Knock."

"I'll make it again at noon."

"Wow!"

I pulled my head back and turned my gaze back.

"Is that it? I'm doing that again"

"Something like this... Something smelly like this..."

"Uh, you don't like natto"

Looking at it for a while, Sophia looked up and followed Nato straight to her with a determined face.

"I'm sorry, Naoto, this is-"

"Fine, it's so bad. Give me some natto without thinking about it. It's the kind of food I like and dislike in my hometown."

"Oh, really?"

"Oh, so sorry"

When Naoto received the natto, Sophia was relieved to see it.

Smiling back at it, I offered the received natto - to the puppy.

"Wow, do you want this? It's natto. It's mineral-rich."

"Wow!"

I gave Nato to the puppy waving his patty tail.

The puppy is thrilled and doesn't mind sticking around her mouth, it packs on natto.

"What?"

Look at that, amazing Sophia.

"Ha, I ate..."

"Dogs like natto a lot, the one you season with soy sauce or add leeks to is poison, so you shouldn't give it to them. And the smell is tough on humans, but I like dogs like that."

"Why don't you say that fast!

"What?"

If you'd told me, I would have given it to you.

"Oh yeah, should I have done that"

"Enough! No nuts, but this vegetable--"

"Oh, Shinka's not good for dogs because she's salty."

"What? Then get this juice..."

"Miso juice is better than salt."

"This fish -"

"Sorry, I'm shaking salt because it's for humans. I gave you one more slice of mine, and no more."

"Then this white..."

"Cereals aren't very good for digestion, because they're carnivores"

"Then why should I feed you!

"Are you saying it's all about feeding..."

Naoto couldn't find a word to say to Sophia, who was going to cry and resent her.