"It's a deep breath, Mr. Mio. You can't reboot on humans, but you can calm down with deep breaths. Yes, suck it."
"Shh, shh, shh."
Shit, the go jet wasn't ventilated yet.
There is a tingling and tears spilling from Mio's eyes coughing up the smell of the drug.
"Step on it or kick it......"
"Uh-huh."
"Oh, don't cry. Look, there's pudding, pudding."
"Pudding......"
"You like it, don't you, Pudding"
"Suki...... But you can't have sweet tabs before dinner. I'll have dinner earlier."
"Good luck!
I noticed early on that when I get tired at work, my mental age drops, but apparently I'm responding to psychological stress.
Running around naked, but the flying black devil blushes three centimeters in front of him. That sense of fear to the point of despair had made Mr. Mio more infantile than ever before.
"I'm hungry..."
"Right. Let's eat first as we clean up the room later."
The living room is turned into an ancient battlefield of stars with claw marks of destruction, but ironically G's appeared kitchen and bedroom are almost safe. It won't interfere with my life until tomorrow.
Mio, dressed in a chocolate sweatshirt, is asked to sit at the dining table, serving miso soup and white rice before setting the frying pan on fire.
"After all, ginger grills are the best freshly baked,"
"I know."
It is diluted pork that is used to grill ginger. It absorbs sauce flavors well and goes well with white rice, but cools fast anyway. For the charming ginger grill with the fat of the cucumber pull, it carries with it a difficult point that can be considered fatal.
I get one answer to the ginger grill that acceleratively loses its original flavor from the moment it's baked.
"Set up all the tables and have them at that moment of baking!
“Joo-hoo!"
Special sauce with alcohol, extra ginger and a little hidden mayonnaise on the market. Place the pork soaked in a slightly cloudy liquid into a large frying pan. At that moment, the meat aligned without gaps scatters and dances with gravy all over the carpet.
It is only for a moment that the fire passes through the thinly sliced meat. Swing the vegetable chopsticks instantly to turn the meat upside down.
And.
"A blow to the finish!
Add the juice that was marinating the meat.
The aroma of heated soy sauce and sugar cannot be suppressed by ventilators or the like. The surroundings of the kitchen were surrounded by aromas that immediately aroused my appetite.
"Huh."
I hear Mr. Mio's swinging voice from behind.
"Okay, now!
Take each frying pan down from the fire and go to the table.
Into a round dish sitting in the center, a greasy ginger grill was added.
"Ha, come on! Come on!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Mio doesn't have to rush me back to the kitchen and place the empty frying pan over the pan laying.
Accelerator turns to the table. Sitting on a wooden chair, I joined hands with Mio.
"" I'll have it!
Ginger grilled at the best moment. It was when I was a student that I learned the flavour of its peak.
A senior who works part-time,
"You don't know the real ginger grill"
and it was this ginger grill that I made by mentioning things like comics, but this was awesome.
I took a bite and said, "Uh-oh!," he reacted like a comic book and asked his senior to apprentice and teach him how to make it.
I don't use special materials or tools. Careful weighing and precise time management.
That's the only thing that transcends everything. At least I don't know how to cook ginger beyond this.
"Yeah, it's been a while since I made it, but I like it."
Of course, people have their own taste. I don't know if it suits Mio's mouth, for me or if it tastes good. "Uh-oh! I think I like it.
"Yum, yum, Matsumoto!
"You chew and eat a lot."
"Yum yum yum. It's delicious."
"Here, eat all at once and you're not behaving well"
"Yum yum yum"
Hey, Mio's vocabulary is dying.
"Yummy."
I do think I can do Kaishin today's ginger grill myself. Did you break through the blank while working at the previous workplace with a single thought of feeding Mio? I wonder if that can be real, but it is, so I can't help it.
Facts are often said to be stranger than novels.
"But it's still not a good dinner for the two of us. This past week has been very painful."
"That's right."
Mr. Mio is slightly small, but he eats exactly for one serving. is the person who has a real tendency to make it because he shows his ginger grill on his cheek as he says.
"Now it's the first time in a week to make dinner, which was Mio's favorite?
"This!"
Point to the ginger grill.
"Really? That's good."
By the way, I hear the same thing every day and get the same answer.
I wonder what this routine is.
I can't decide if I'm happy or not. Mio's interest in finishing his meal is already shifting after dinner.
"Hey, if you eat dinner and pudding, you can't."
"Uno. I miss you again"
I can't do this alone. I'm buying a game.
Matsumoto-san? You can't just lay a dorotoo on a dorotoo and turn it to the next person. "
"Heh. Really?"
Speaking of which, when I was at my previous workplace, I also think I heard that when I was talking to my junior year because I wanted to escape intense duties. My hair escaped from my scalp. The chief interrupted me and I couldn't hear it all, but was that what it was about?
I wonder how you are, him. I'm smart, but there was something that didn't work.
"Do it by that rule."
"I'm curious, but you said yesterday you'd wake up early tomorrow. Goh... no, black... I'm late for dinner due to an occupational accident, so as soon as I take a bath, it's a futon."
"Uh."
"Not really."
"Ooh."
"Oh, not even."
"Ka."
"Ki"
"Ku."
"Kee."
"Ko."
"Yes, it's Mr. Mio's loss because he laughed. Please take a quiet bath."
There's no way this kind of brain melting play exists, but I told you this kind of thing. Winning and the market are set. Mio, who looked dissatisfied but couldn't say it back, slapped his hand as if he had come up with something.
"Then let's stay together!
"No, sir."
Reason flies. That's right.
If reason flies against Mio right now, I feel like carrying an indelible sexuality for the rest of my life.
"Bu."
"You don't eat pigs and become pigs. Look, if it's over, I'll clean it up."
"Yes."
This will be the one who will tell you to sleep with me this time when you get out of the bath. Go back to your room before that happens, and I'd better just get in bed, too. Next week we will have to at least restore the ruined living room to its original condition and we should recover our health.
The long night thus managed to pack up, and the first week at my new workplace closed the curtain.
It's a holiday tomorrow, but now, what shall we do?