"Oh, I replied"
"Is it from Murasaki?
"From Kira..."
Let's watch a movie on Saturday morning. I'm not afraid of the horror movie "Blood all the way underground" lent to me by my business partner's general manager, either, when it's bright.
On Saturday, when I made that promise, the time now is 1: 00 p.m. The film's Blu-ray is still left on the table.
It was supposed to be a movie in the morning, but somehow, it really got to be this time while the two of us were somehow cleaning and cooking. I wonder why.
"What?"
"'Have fun,' he said."
"Can you enjoy this..."
The Blu-ray package is lined with old private houses against a backdrop of bloody bright red skies. According to Mio, he looks somewhat like his parents' house.
Who is it, Mr. Case Manager?
"Hey, I wonder if horror movies are something to enjoy..."
"It's a kind of entertainment, no doubt about it"
"I thought it was a movie to bite the joy of living when I finished watching it..."
Enjoy fear. It's quite philosophical to think calmly again.
"You're saying it with pure goodwill. Sounds like Murasaki is around....... yeah?
Talking about that, my smartphone shook. The pop informing you of the chat reception shows the name of Yudo Tsuchiya.
"There's also a chat coming from the dirt house."
"Tsuya?
"Looks like you were with Murasaki."
"We're good friends."
"When I was in the office, it wasn't enough to meet you privately."
Mio's stuffed animal, probably from repairing 'Ah Chan'. The distance between those two is about now.
It's a company that barely had time for privacy in the first place. The deal that Mio was in charge of has also been prompted by the fact that it has improved slightly and that he can do more than melt in a futon on holiday.
For me, meeting Mio was a life-changing level event, but maybe that's what I can say for Toya and Murasaki. It will be some years before the conclusion is drawn.
"What about Tsukiya?
"Oh yes. Er..."
Tap the pop to go to the chat app.
"'Don't give up,' he says."
Don't give up.
There were times before when the film lent to me by the example manager looked horror and it was an inspiring medical thing. Don't give up that possibility, I guess.
"Matsumoto."
"What is it?"
"This says' Horror of War 'on the package."
"That's what I'll reply to Tsuchiya"
Sending Mr. Mio's words as they were, he immediately received a reply.
"What?
He said, "Live."
"Live."
"No, no, that's right. I can't believe I'm dying watching a horror movie."
Die.
Watch a horror movie, die.
…………
…………
Silence flows.
You don't have to say anything to understand. Mio must think "I'm getting extra scared". Because I'm thinking the same thing. I won't put it in my mouth.
"Matsumoto."
"Yes."
"Kira and the others, let's call them"
"Let's do that."
Mr. Susuma Mio sends a chat to Murasaki, and I send a chat to Tsuchiya.
Whether we're discussing it over there or not, there was a while before I replied.
"Ah, I came first from Tsuchiya"
"Kira hasn't..."
"When Murasaki wrote up the big story, he said," I'm going. "
"Daiichi"
"They say it's a big story."
"Why...?
"That's what I heard, too. 'Long if you talk,' he said."
"Oh, my God."
The place for the two seems to be a curry shop. Why are you writing a big long story there? What are you writing in the first place?
They're coming for now, and we'll take our time to ask how it went then.
"Uh, then it'll take a little while for the earthhouses to get here."
"Oh, yeah, you are!
"It's almost time to watch the movie."
"Right!
"Lunch was light, should we wait for tea?"
"Let's!!
Before, the horror movie the general manager lent me was really real. "There was all the liquid coming out of your face," Mio said, showing the video when he watched it with his family.
With that worst possibility in mind, our lunch was an egg sandwich and consomme soup. About one of the tea treats would go in.
"There's something I was just making. The dirt houses are coming, and can I have a taste of them too?
"What?
"It's a berry rare cheesecake"
"... cake!
When I headed to the fridge in the kitchen, Mr. Mio followed me around.
Mio has tried cooking before by imitating me and mixing raw eggs with sake for a sip. So you punished him. He wasn't even close to the fridge, but he won his interest in the cake.
"This is it."
Remove the elongated mould for fruit cake. The pattern of the lines painted with blueberry sauce on the white surface also seemed to solidify beautifully without collapsing.
"... it's real"
"I think fakes are harder to make"
That's how easy it is to make. Kids can do it because they don't use fire.
Shall I make it with Mio next time?
"How do you do that?
"First, prepare a container with a flat bottom such as a cake mould."
Remove the cake to the plate. If we don't do it right here, the surface will collapse, but this time it seems to have worked.
On the side, Mr. Mio stares intriguingly.
"Mix and lay the biscuits crushed with the melted butter. About a butter on biscuit two."
"Oh blah..."
"I've been eating a refreshing meal lately, so I guess so."
"Good......"
"Once you've laid it down, put it in the fridge and let it cool, while making the dough. Even so, it just mixes."
"Rare cheesecake is cream cheese, right?
"Yeah, and granulated sugar, raw cream, and water dissolved gelatin in the range, right? I'm adding a little yogurt this time."
The refreshing acidity goes with the rare cheese.
"Heh."
"Just be careful mixing the gelatine quickly so it doesn't get damned, and then you can relax."
"You're up."
"Exactly."
Pour the dough so made into the mould where the biscuits are laid down and chill in the fridge for more than three hours and it will be done. What I have now will be what Mr. Mio made yesterday while he was at work.
"Write a pattern with a sauce that dilutes the jam with water before cooling the dough and it will solidify as is."
"It's a common one in the store..."
"I don't know how you do it in a specialty store, but maybe it feels similar?
Crush the biscuits, mix the dough, and cool.
That's all for a big mess. There are not many failures as long as the portions are carefully weighed. Melting butter and gelatin can also be done in the range. If you're used to modern times, it won't take half an hour.
The fabric sticks so the wash is pretty tough, but that's, well, Mio's the back story you don't have to know.
"Eat, eat!
"Yes, sir."
Switch on the kettle to make the tea.
I took a little of this hot water, warmed the knife, and then used it to cut the cake clean for me recently. Rare cheesecake would look better with a saggy cross section.
"There are berries in the border with the biscuits too......!!
"This is what happens when you put the dough in before you pour it in. So, if you decorate the raspberries you left behind at that time with a piece of mint leaves..."
Raspberries, they are plain expensive when you go to buy them.
That happened to be cheaper in the neighborhood supermarket, which can be why I wanted to make this. Either way, that's it.
"Yes, it's a berry rare cheesecake"
"Ooh......!
Wouldn't this have been done quite well?
Tasteful taste makes the smaller one a little stylish on the contrary. Now looking back at Mr. Mio, I thought we should eat, after we had already traveled fast from the kitchen to the table in the living room.
"Come on, come on!
"Don't bang the table."
Follow Mr. Mio to carry the cake to the table and pour tea into a cup for two. Straight would be good today.
"I'll have it."
"Here you go - yummy!
"Fast"
"Delicious, Matsumoto!
"That's more than anything."
Even dishes that are hard to fail are definitely not. I can't do it well, I'll stick with that anxiety whenever I want. Mr. Mio is more than just someone you'd expect.
Such anxiety was also dispersed once the sweetness of the rare fabric and the acidity of the berries spread in the mouth.
I used better ingredients, better tools than when I made them on my own. There are even more women in front of me who look delicious to eat. That's all if I told you, but I didn't expect the taste to change so far.
Kira and the others will be delighted.
"I hope so"
Mr. Mio's fork, who was eating molly while saying so, stopped inadvertently.
"... ah"
"What's up?
"Photograph, take a mess"
"There is one."
Very, very certain.
"There is..."
"I'll make it again when the dirt houses get here, so you can take it then."
"I was just going to send you a picture first...... that?
Mio's smartphone, who unfortunately looked him in the eye, had an incoming pop of chat. Looks like a picture.
"Is it from Murasaki?
"Yeah.... oh"
"What?
"Look, look, look."
On the screen Mio showed me, the letter "It's a souvenir" from Murasaki.
And.
"Sounds like fun"
"Hey."
"You look so much better than when I was in the office."
"Oh well."
"As always, you look like you suck at smiling."
"When I took the picture, I said, 'You have to laugh! It's precious who you don't have to think of."
"Yes, I think so"
Tsuchiya and I, with a handbag with melon bread, must be laughing with no expression.
Such pictures of Murasaki were accompanied.