"How are you, Mio?"
"Just a little, maybe better"
I dropped off the dirt house and left a bottle of the Undrinkable Creed Festival in the kitchen, and I headed to Mio's bedroom.
Mio's cheeks, whirling in the futon and breathing small, are red, but the feeling of blurring just now is gone.
"Maybe it's a good thing you moved your body back"
"Maybe."
"I'm glad you haven't broken your heart, too, really. I was wondering if I could make my health worse by worrying about my little failure in the dirt house like I did before..."
On the day we went shopping together, it was a store. I just thought maybe I had a reflection meeting (Sabato) because I regretted dying to say that the story didn't thrive or that I had skipped a drop of pasta juice for lunch.
"Because Tsukiya? I won't see him again for a while..."
"... what does that have to do with anything?
"'Cause I met Matsumoto today, and I'll see you tomorrow, right?
"Well, yeah"
"So if you hate me today, you're coming home tomorrow even though you hate me and you just don't like me. It makes my stomach crisp..."
I honestly questioned him, and Mio said, "It's common, isn't it?" He answered me with a face.
"He said he didn't hate it. I'll make sure you don't come if you can't face to face."
"That's no..."
"Yeah."
"Even with Fu and the others, no..."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know..."
But, I see, somehow, I understand what you're saying, regardless of empathy.
"Well, the thing is, I haven't seen Tuya for days, so you don't have to feel awkward right away to feel comfortable."
"... I'm going to say thank you properly"
"Rarely"
"Mm."
It seems that a lot of days to pinch makes it easier mentally and doesn't dent. Even if that's just a postponement.
Yeah, this guy's an alley.
"By the way, Mr. Mio, you're the type of guy I've been putting behind on your summer homework, right?
"What, aback, dude, you were getting it all out right?
Drawing stars.
"Damn, we have to do it planned this year, right?
"I don't have homework anymore...... What, there isn't, is there?
Anyway, they're heading for comfort, not strength, but enough to really establish a conversation. Though slightly suspicious.
This will give you a little nutrition before the medicine.
"Then I'll cook. Porridge is lowered."
Even though I feel a little better, I want to avoid trying to force myself to eat solid foods. It's a waste, but let's just close our eyes this time.
When I tried to lift a plate of completely chilled porridge, Mr. Mio's little hand grabbed the spoon from the side.
"Still Tattered"
"That's okay. If you can't eat and throw up, you'll be slower to heal."
'Cause it's okay.
Don't let go of the spoon. You're so stubborn in a strange place, this guy.
"Isn't it delicious that cold eggs are boiled?
"It's okay."
Nutritionally speaking, starch, which has begun to beta, may be poorly digested and strain the digestive system, which is weakened by a cold.
I just said, I can't help but have a mean stakeout over this.
"Well, just one more mouth"
"Yeah."
When Mr. Mio spooned on the plate I handed him, the porridge came on like a botte and dough.
Mr. Mio, who carried it to his mouth, slowly chewed and swallowed it.
"... Welcome"
"Pretty much. It's good not to make food crude, but if you get sick with it, you don't have an ex or a kid, do you?
"... because I didn't know what it tasted like earlier"
Is that what you mean?
I received the leftover porridge dish that Mio offered me, 80% of which I softly lidded to it.
"When I'm feeling better, I'll make it again for the night meal. Let's eat together some really good things made in earthen pots."
"Yeah, promise"
For that, I need you to get better soon.
Fortunately, a wave of cold caught me and I could eat it if it was light. I also brought some ingredients from the earthen house.
Let's try to make it in time this time before we hit it again. When I moved to the kitchen, I opened a refrigerator that I was totally used to seeing.
"Thanks for stocking your eggs."
The next ingredient is even simpler than just now.
"Eggs, sake, sugar, honey...... hmm, you still have soy milk too. Let's use it"
As a nourishing food in the event of a cold, make a classic in-class staple lined with porridge.
Most of all, I've seen it in cartoons and cartoons lately, but it seems like a lot of people actually... Until I started making my own, too.
"Melt the eggs, filter them with tea, mix the sugar and honey"
The first step in cooking is treating eggs.
Keeping the dama out here is what I'm going to do in the end. Carefully, carefully, whisk the melted eggs into a uniform yellow liquid.
"Take half of the crest festival brought by the earthen house into a cup, boil it down in the range and fly the alcohol," he said.
Add a little hot water to the prepared product and stir.
"Add this slowly to the melted egg while mixing well to tame it"
If I hurry, my eggs will solidify and look like oysters. Add it slowly, little by little, and it becomes a very yellow liquid, like pudding.
"So, add just a little soy milk at the end"
Milk is fine if you want to mellow the flavor, but Mio is basically someone who likes soy. Soy milk would be a good choice even in the sense of caring for the stomach and intestines of a cold.
"Okay, you have flavor, too. It's nutritious and it'll be fine."
No nutritional or jelly foods that can now be bought in convenience stores or drugstores should have had no shadow or shape just a few decades ago. "Nutritional Aids Liquid Diet" has been explored by the Japanese over the centuries until then.
"Done, done."
That's egg liquor.
Yellow liquid waved trolls in the mug, and the fluffy and sweet aroma rose.