I am a Witch Requested by My Crush to Make Love Potion

"I'm in the way"

Incredibly, then Harrige came to the point of no use.

Every time, I always have something sweet.

There is still plenty of room for the promised month. Harriage must know that this hermitage has no use for himself.

When he hands the food to Rose, whose face is grabbing, he sits gracefully on a chair and waits.

"... Um, this is not a hangout, but ..."

Rosé simply says. However, it is impossible to stop looking into the basket. What is it today?

There was a case the other day, and Harriage could speak a little more naturally.

Shock therapy is well-known.

Well, I forgot what I showed you the other day.

I firmly forgot it.

"dont 'worry"

Harrige said, and took out the book she had brought and began reading.

I don't know the meaning, but forgive. This is because today's honey smells good again.

What kind of taste is it today? I want to cut it out quickly.

Until now, Rose, who hadn't had a regular diet, was fascinated by everything Harry brought. It can be said that it was completely fed.

Workbench-Standing in a former kitchen, Harrige looked at the table and said,

"Please increase the amount of tea leaves."

"Oh I see"

I had no head to serve tea.

It's not a hangout or a cafe, but you can't refuse before you have your hand in.

Somehow, I open and close the gadgets and the cabinets that are still unorganized, and finally find a tea can.

A long time ago, I was given a thank you for ordering a secret drug, and a person without a certain purpose.

Look inside and just put it out.

"Oh moldy"

"Wait. I guess you're not going to make that kind of thing!"

Harrige comes in a hurry and steals a tea can from Rose. Harrige peered into a tea can next to Rose, who was amazed. After a moment of silence, he gently closed the lid.

"Let's bring tea leaves tomorrow."

"Huh ... what is it ?! Will it come tomorrow?"

"Oh. Do you have a taste preference?"

"... No, of course not, but ..."

Rose replied.

Rose was embarrassed by Harige's sudden increase in visits.

Separately, other customers don't come at this time, nor do they interfere with the pharmaceuticals, but when you're around your favorite person around the clock, you don't have a heart.

Harige, who doesn't know much about Rose's feelings, departs.

"I don't have it?"

"No ... I'm frequent, so is it okay for me?"

"I'm OK because I'm OK"

That's right. Rose agreed with her heart.

"... I'm being scolded by my subordinates for taking a vacation. It seems that I want to make sure my paid work is done by then because of a major change."

Rose, who is not familiar with the world of people, tilts his head.

"Well, that is. Instead of taking a full day off, I'm prolonging my lunch break."

Harrige chewed on and explained, but he wasn't good enough for Rose.

But I just knew Harrige was coming on purpose. Bring it up as a souvenir.

Perhaps in sight of Rose, Harrigues looked over the window.

"Here calm down"

When you look outside when you are hung up, you are surely full of green.

The forest in summer is definitely the most favorite place of rose in the year.

The youthful greenery makes for a bright day in a dark forest that is faint throughout the year. Drops buried in the leaves shine on the sunbeams.

"Do you like the forest?"

"Hmm?

"Me too. I like it too."

I've been watching it since I was born, but never get bored. For a witch who lives with nature, the change of the forest is also the lifeline. Therefore, if you keep an eye on small changes every day, new discoveries will increase.

Favorite people and favorite things were the same.

Rose gladly relaxed the lips, which were hidden by the sleeves of the robe, a little bit.

"Unfortunately, there was no black tea, so should I use plain hot water?"

"... I don't care"

She seemed surprised at Shirayu's proposal, but did not complain.

Compared to the attitude just before, it is much softer. Maybe you've got used to witches.

Open today's souvenirs while heating the pot and boiling water.

Inside, there was a beautiful pie, even in the lady's jewelry box, which seems to have no such brilliant treasure.

"Customer, what is this?"

"It's called tart tatin"

"Tatari-tan ..."

What a wonderful sound! Rose repeated. Tart tatin. It's already delicious before eating.

Tart Tattan was like a misplaced apple pie.

Thick cut apples are boiled down with butter and sugar, and are spread without gaps. The caramel that shines on the surface of the apple shines like glitter and jewelry.

It is wasteful to eat.

Rose took a big breath. Along with the sweet scent, it has a rich apple aroma and a spicy smell. May contain cinnamon and rum.

It was a little difficult to put a kitchen knife. The well-boiled apple is spicy, but the lower layer is hard and cannot be cut without much power.

When cutting the edges, it seemed that there was a part where the sugar had solidified by chance, and it made a clicking sound. Rose screams inwardly for the sound that is so sinful.

I managed to sigh and leaked.

It was beautiful when viewed from above, but the cross-section was great again.

The soft, sweetly boiled apples seem to sink into amber.

The contrast with the white pie was beautiful and made me want to look forever.

However, I eat pie.

Go to the table with the white water and the cut tart and tatin. Harrige, who set aside the book, was preparing to eat the tart tatin.

"It will be a feast"

Thank you and stab Tart Tatin with a fork.

A soft apple falls off. Watch the glance and Harriage.

He had a cool face and ate the perfect pie. Rose gently pies the pie.

“…… !!”

The refreshing scent of apples and the bitterness of caramel made Rose happy.

Even though it is boiled and no apple color remains anywhere, the texture of the jersey is still alive.

Rose put a fork and prayed for the irresistible taste. God was here.

Harij glanced at the rose and moved his fork without saying anything.