I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

In the living room of a house I was used to living in, I relaxed and read a magazine and waited for dinner. No, I'd like to help Arisa with my mother in the mood... it's not like I'm so good at cooking. If I join in, I'll just be burdened with Arisa following my poor cooking mother.

So I was going to help the dishes after the dishes were finished, and I was waiting while I squashed my time.

"Minori, please measure it properly and let it in, not the eye mass. And it's still too early to add miso. Please wait another 5 minutes. If you add it now, the flavor will blur."

"Ugh, but I'll do my best. Cover with love for what's missing!

"Indeed, that may be the culinary ultimate... unfortunately, affection is not a magical condiment that covers anything. Yes, move your hands faster"

"Ah, Arisa... tough"

From time to time I hear harsh scolding from the kitchen. It should be noted that the alleged party has been a professional housewife for more than 20 years.

Well, I really appreciate it there today because I can wait safely thanks to the real Arisa. Let's thank him again for something.

With that in mind, I could hear the doors opening slightly. I put the magazine in my hand on the couch and headed to the front door.

"Welcome back, Dad. You were early today."

"I'm home, fast man. Yeah, I got it up on time today."

The gentle looking man with glasses with slightly gray hair is my father... Kazuya Miyama. My father is a company employee who works for a trading company the size of a middle-sized company and currently holds the position of Assistant Manager.

Looks like there's a lot of overtime there, and it's rare to be back at this hour.

"Dinner's not ready yet, but it's croquette today."

"... fried food... are you okay?

That's the blood-connected parent and child... exactly the same reaction as me. After seeing my anxious father smile, I opened my mouth to reassure him.

"... It's okay because Arisa's here today."

"Oh! Arisa's here, then don't worry!

"... when I say that, my mother will be mad at me again"

"Whoa, keep it from your mother."

My father is kind as I saw him and a fine person to rely on then...... there is somewhere missing and my mother is often mad at me for inadvertent gossip.

I don't know, to be honest, I feel like I have a bit of that too... do I look alike after all?

Father and mother, and Arisa and the four of us surround the table for dinner.

"Yeah! That's right, Arisa. It's delicious."

"Haha, thank you"

Totally agree. Uh-huh, I knew Arisa's food was delicious. Croquettes are crisp in their clothes, hawk inside, and the sauce they're wearing is excellent.

"... did you make this, and possibly the sauce, yourself?

"Yeah, I tried using fruit today to make it a little fruity"

"I see."

Nice balance of slight sweetness and acidity. No, that's really Arisa.

Talking about that, my father, who was admiring the dishes made by Arisa, stopped fufufu chopsticks on the way and opened his mouth with a serious look.

"... By the way... When will Arisa 'come to the wife of a fast man'?

"" Buh!?

Neither I nor Arisa accidentally defied the bomb statement that was told without clapping.

"... hey... and father!? What all of a sudden!?

"... okay, fast man. This is not only advice as a father, but also as an elderly person"

When he inquired consciously about his face getting hot, for some reason his father began to speak with a full serial mood and a hot tone.

"Think about it. Happy people may be too close to notice, but they don't have daughters like Arisa. She's a good cook, and she's a beautiful girl with no eyes. On top of that, he's smart, has excellent motor nerves, and bright and fun personalities. In the meantime, he also has the merit of looking at the timing and behaving softly to set up a happy person, along with kindness. And more importantly, 'good cooking'! It's like a miracle to be close to such a wonderful daughter."

……

Leaving aside what I said twice about good cooking, there's really no objection when they say that.

Indeed, Arisa has fun staying with her personality, and all specs are so high that I think she's joking. And he's right. He turns to my follow-ups at times and in some cases, and he's kind enough to care softly if he's in trouble.

"Besides, Arisa doesn't hate happy people for saying that she occasionally behaves like this."

"... father"

"If Arisa came to my daughter-in-law, I'd be happy to be a father. You'll also be able to eat delicious food every day..."

"... behind"

"... Huh?

My father, who was talking fervently, didn't realize it. From the neighborhood where I said I was good at cooking twice, to the little shadow that was moving behind me with my sitting eyes......

"Ahhh?

"Huh!? Hold on, hold on, hold on! A misunderstanding!? I never dissatisfied with your cooking! Doing your chores every day would be a lot of work, and I sincerely appreciate it, and I love you!

……

"Yes, it's just, well, it's... it's not suitable for people, so I've had some regrets that I should study cooking more - oh, no, the..."

I say it in my mother's honor, but it's not like my mother's cooking is bad. It's not on that level, like it's often in comics and stuff, where you just eat it and you get bored.

Yeah, it's not bad...... but it's not a level I can let go and admire for being delicious. The level is a few steps below the convenience store lunch box.

Finally, I think he's pretty much better than my amateur dad or me. Arisa's cooking arm that goes up for comparison is just too awesome, and I'm not saying no to Meshimaz or anything like that.

I know you care about me and my father's health and think about dedication, and it tells me you're cooking hard and loving.

But, yeah, it's not very delicious. Well, somehow, it's Dad's usual inadvertent silence.

"... hey, shall we talk over there?

"... Oh, no, the..."

"Shall we talk?

"... Yes"

And his father was taken by his mother and disappeared into the back room. To be honest, it is a sight to be seen often for the price.

Finally, after my father always gets mad at my mother like this...... he usually comes back with more flirting, so he'll be fine leaving me alone. It's like being twisted.

With that in mind, I looked at Arisa sitting next to me naturally... Arisa was leaning bright red to her ears.

"... that, Arisa. Sorry, Dad said something weird."

"... Yes, no, I don't care! Oh, well, more than that... well, what do you say? Cooking...... oh, is it delicious?

"Huh? Ah, ah... wow, yummy"

"... then... good"

An indescribable silence comes between us. I'm never uncomfortable, but I'm weirdly itchy, or strangely soggy.

Hey, what is this? Usually, you should be able to talk to Arisa easily, but she's weirdly embarrassed and hard to talk to.

"... the... Arisa?

"Hey, what's up?

"... uh, I don't know... always a lot, thanks"

"... nothing to thank... I like it, I'm doing it..."

Oh, no more! There's going to be a fire coming out of my face! I can't help but be ashamed of all this interaction.

But... yeah. I knew it wasn't uncomfortable... it wasn't.