"Egg liquor is made in our house."
"Yeah, it's easy in the microwave."
"How do you do that?
"Melt the eggs first, add the sugar and honey..."
Mio drinks up his yellow egg liquor as he listens to the recipe I tell him with interest.
"Welcome. This is what egg liquor tasted like."
"I'll let you know when it's healed. Let's make it together."
"Make -"
"Well, then, the rest is medicine."
Mio's face was frightened.
but there is already an instrument of civilization in this house. With this bump brought in by Tsuchiya, there is no medicine you can't take.
"This murky feeling when I take it out is plain good..."
"Grape flavor?
"It tastes like grape."
On TV, I put the jelly out on a plate and put the pills on it, plus I covered the jelly and it was creaking with a spoon, but when I do that one, it will be gone about instantly, so this time I'll put it directly out on the spoon and use it.
"Yes, uh"
"Ahhh."
... Is this what it's like to live with a little bird?
"Yes, you drank well. Sleep slowly and you'll be cured."
"Yeah, well..."
"I'm not leaving. We'll be in the living room until Mr. Mio goes to bed."
Odd, you must care about late night overtime. I care about places like that, and this guy.
"... thanks"
"Yes, good night"
"Good night......"
Turning off the lights in my bedroom, I sat down on the couch in the living room.
"... so yeah,... Yes, …"
"... I have accepted. There..."
I can hear Mr. Mio.
On the phone, I guess. When I opened my eyes slightly, I found that the night had completely dawned and the morning sun was plugging in through the gaps in the curtains.
"Mmm...... Did you fall asleep like that...?
After I put Mr. Mio to bed, he said I'd fallen asleep on the couch too at some point. It looked like a solid maker's couch as high as it seemed, and I was fortunate that the body savings weren't screaming.
Trying to wake up my body, I noticed a pink blanket on me.
"I wonder if Mr. Mio called me"
"... Yep, left-handed..., so the budget..."
I can't see it being the blind spot on the couch, but I hear Mr. Mio calling from the living room. I hear you're feeling perfectly well.
He's a pretty good worker because he's already on the job phone the morning after all that heat. But that also sounds like Mio when it comes to Mio.
Then I'll do my job, too.
"Well, I guess I can make coffee now in time. I'll drink to sleepiness too..."
"Okay. Oh, Mr. Sata, I'm sorry, but can you get me last year's accounting file? The one with the budget for that project you pulled."
...... yeah?
Something's wrong.
It's probably specific for a phone call, or it's like the narrative is at the company desk.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Yeah, well, then let's make some estimates on this occasion. Uh, the yen dollar market has been about three yen high since last year..."
"Mio, hmm??
I got up off the couch, looked back at Mr. Mio, who was in the blind spot, and my brain almost gave up understanding.
"That Mr. Sata, I did something...?
Mio in blouse in his underwear,
with the slipper against his ear and stirring the natto at high speed,
I'm skipping directions to Fu.
It doesn't make any sense.
"Shh, shh, shh, shh."
I took a big, deep breath.
"Analyze the situation"
All oxygen taken in by deep breath is fed into the brain and the entire room is observed without bleeding.
Instantly accelerated thinking picks up the information you need from the chaotic indoors.
■ Blankets
What Mr. Mio called me. Looks like he cared not to wake me.
Pink saucepan pattern.
■ Scattered kitchen
Signs of using the kitchen.
"I woke up. Mr. Mio tried to build something in the kitchen to keep me awake."
■ Creed Festival
Leave it out.
Yamaguchi's sake that Tsuchiya gave me. I can't let you drink.
■ Sugar
Leave it out.
Common upper white sugar.
■ honey
Leave it out.
100 percent renge honey.
■ Soy milk
Leave it out.
Still cold, let out of the fridge and within fifteen minutes.
■ Smell
Only the smell of natto.
"The condiments out there don't match the ingredients in 'Egg Alcohol'. But if I heated sake, it would be strange if it didn't leave a distinctive smell."
■ Discarded pyjamas
Mio's pyjamas for spring and autumn. The top and bottom are taken off separately. Gingham check.
■ Slippers (right)
Remaining in the bedroom. On the left, Mr. Mio is on the phone. Mr. Bear pattern.
■ Unworn skirt
Signs of giving up trying to wear it.
■ Nato pack lid
Four pack minutes. Left on the table.
That's it for clues. From these, reproduce what has happened in the past.
"Okay, the situation to be recreated..."
- About fifteen minutes ago...
"It's morning. It's still a little hot... but yeah, you can move now"
I woke up. Mr. Mio, out of bed, out of the bedroom. Discover me sleeping on the couch in the living room.
"Matsumoto, you've been here forever in the end. Let him sleep now."
Put a blanket on me and go to the kitchen.
"I haven't had dinner last night, and I'd like to have something... Yes, let's make the egg liquor that Matsumoto taught us yesterday. It's before work, but when it feels like I drank yesterday, there's hardly any alcohol."
Mr. Mio doesn't know.
That I spent my time draining alcohol.
"Eh, mix sugar and honey with melted eggs..."
Ingredients are served and cooking begins, Mr. Mio.
Originally unfamiliar with cooking, the recipe is incomplete as it floats in heat. I usually make the mistake of forgetting to boil off sake in the range without turning it into a boulder.
"Something's different... Well, you can't make it like Matsumoto-san all of a sudden."
Notice, Mr. Mio. Much different.
"Uh-huh. Pfft. I figured I'd teach you right next time...... Something alcoholic and not tasty at all..."
Because that's alcohol. Because I just mixed raw eggs and sugar with sake.
"Well, work job. Yesterday, I was busy crossing the mountain fields."
The Creed Festival is sixteen degrees. I naturally get drunk if I take a sip in the morning.
"I need to go to the office..."
With a body that started turning drunk, I fluttered into the bedroom.
Take off your pajamas as you move and grab your work skirt and blouse from your bedroom closet.
"Oh, yeah -. I have to call the customer."
Take the slipper (left) that was on the floor below it, not the smartphone that was on the pillow......
"Hello, I'm an early maiden. Yeah, thank you for yesterday. Email me when you get to the office... is this the company...?
Start the call with a slipper while you forget to wear your skirt. The confused head mistakes this place for the company and continues to this day.
"... is it possible for Mio to work in his underwear with just a blouse? Yeah, understanding."
I understand, but I don't know why.
"Especially that natto. I don't know what it is. We have to stop it anyway."
When I approached Mio, my subordinate, Mr. Pushing Yama (Phu), was not listening to me and was completely in tears.
"Mr. Mio. Mr. Mio."
"Matsumoto, come on, people don't talk about anything..."
How about, already under stress, toddler regresses.
"Fu won't talk to you originally. Stay with me."
"Ah, you talked...... No more, we're going home..."
"This is your home, Mr. Mio. Here, let go of the natto."
"That's a lie, right here. It's time to give it back to me..."
"Are companies fighting the world in the era of SOROBAN...?
Apparently, Nato was about as good as Mio.
I guess I brought it to use for a meeting with a customer. What are you gonna do? Mix four packs.
"Wow... I can't work for you... the company is crushed...!
"Okay, I have no idea what to do."
There's no choice but to take, let's bet on two wisdoms over one wisdom.
I took out my smartphone and called in last night's call history.
“Trululululu."
"Yes, it's a dirt house"
"It's me, Matsumoto. Just for a second. Are you okay?
'Yes, what can I do for you?
The earthhouse across the phone is completely in the tone of work.
Apparently, he's already at work and the chief (Zuracukou) is on his side.
"I'm really sorry to be at work, but I want you to lend me your wisdom. Do you have any experience with Ban?
'... what? No, yes, as a student, I have mastered the streets.'
"That helps. Think together with that know-how.
How can I stop a woman who is trying to save the company thinking about soba natto!?
"None (why)!?"
After a while of offense, I managed to get back to the original Mr. Mio when I fed him some ice on the Earthhouse proposal.
Mr. Mio decided to take a day off because he couldn't go to the office with alcohol on top of the slight fever. I got sick and didn't have to work, so I think it turned out to be O'Rei.
Probably.