Maids line up their dishes at tables all over the venue.

There was a mixture of cookies, donuts, cheesecakes and food handled at the cultural festival's maid coffee. I'm sure everyone in my class made it for me.

It's only been about two months since the cultural festival, but I already feel nostalgic.

There were all the other sandwiches, gratins, hamburgers, and all Laura's favorite things lined up.

And of course, my favorite food in the world is omelettes.

Omelets didn't have to be looked for, they looked glowing in gold.

There are three round tables with only omelettes on them.

"Jiuru......"

I can't stop Yodale from flowing.

Jump off the stage and soften for the omelet table.

Then Charlotte and Anna, and then Bruno and Dora came after us, too.

"Wow... so many omelettes... hundreds!? It's like a dream sight! Besides... there are some bills. Eh, this is a learning food omelet. This is an omelet made by Mr. Sister of the Church. This one is an omelet made by your mother!? So you can compare eats!

"That's right. After all you've thought about what makes Laura most happy, we've come to the conclusion that we still only have omelettes."

"I just got the omelette. It's boring, so I increased the variety. There's so much more."

"Ohhh...... Ohh! Thank you. Thank you!

I was thrilled with Charlotte and Anna's commentary, Laura Hatsune.

I chewed up the happiness of having a best friend who understood my tastes so deeply.

"Hehe. I've never produced so many omelettes. Laura, you can't eat it all. We all eat together."

Dora smiles and says.

"I know! Whatever it is, I can't eat it all by myself. In the meantime, I'm going to eat one at a time!

Laura, with her plate and fork in her hand, faced the table in a mood to eat all kinds of omelettes.

First of all, the omelet of the learning food I always eat.

Momogu... it tastes stable.

Next is the omelet made by Sister.

Momogu...... fantastic! I have raised my arms more than I used to when I had a treat. I have to thank you later.

And Dora's omelet.

Momogu...... King! He's the king of omelettes! Fluffiness does not allow other omelettes to follow.

"Mother's winner!

"Oh. Glad to hear it. But there's more, so I'll hear the results later."

"Mr. Laura. We're going to that table too ~"

"That's the second movement of omelettes!

The table next door was lined with omelettes from a restaurant reputed to be delicious in Wangdu.

Coffee shops and restaurants.

Store I've been to, store I was going to go to.

Omelette with ketchup. Omelette with the right sauce.

Fluffy omelet. A hardened omelet you dare.

"Wow! You can eat all this!?"

"All kinds are fine, but you really shouldn't eat them all! Mr. Dora would have told you earlier!

"Oh, I was"

"In the first place, if you want to eat, you can't have it all."

Anna calmly points it out.

I see. If I'm serious, I can't fit into Laura's body no matter how.

But...

"I feel like I can go now!

"... like eating using a dimensional warehouse?

"No, normally!

"Yes... a world beyond my comprehension"

Anna muttered so without a look on her face.

Anna who always looks faceless, but if you look closely, the joy and sorrow is actually firmly in her face. Laura was totally going to be able to read Anna's expression already, but that was really faceless right now.

I'm sure Laura's view of omelettes was truly beyond comprehension.

Laura immersed herself in joy that her view of omelettes was as vast as the universe.

"Momogu... The omelette in this coffee shop is without utensils and it's amazing that it competes only with the taste of eggs... Momogu..."

"Hehe. Then it's Laura. Accept the gift of your concubine."

Soon, Her Majesty the Queen stood nearby.

I didn't realize it because it was small.

"Is this His Majesty's gift? I'm sorry that you just lent me this big hall."

"Don't worry about kids like that. I don't care if they say I don't need it anymore. Eat your concubine's omelet!

"Omelets! If you're an omelet, take it. But I'll eat it!

"... you can't take it away from me"

"Eh heh, it's a joke"

The omelet prepared by Her Majesty the Queen had been consolidated at the third table.

"Whoa! Somehow, the color is darker than a regular omelet!?"

"Right. It's a royal chicken farm egg. Among them, omelettes made exclusively by concubine chefs, using only carefully selected items. Taste the eggs first with an unprepared omelet!

"Here you go... Momogu. This is it! The intense flavor spreads in your mouth after every bite... as if you concentrated dozens of omelettes... this shouldn't be! My view of omelettes...... my life is going to be overshadowed!

"Noooo heh. Let's see. Come on, let's eat this next time. Contains the finest cheese"

"Oh wow! My cheeks melt...... my cheeks are falling off! Somebody hold me down!

"Pi!

When Laura screamed, Haku used his forefoot to hold me down munnily.

Thanks to this, I can safely concentrate on the taste of omelettes.

But I can't stop it from turning into a fuzzy face.

"Mr. Laura... she looks very happy. Wow"

"Look at Laura like that, Her Majesty is nibbling"

"I can't believe you're getting along so well with the queen. The boulder is my daughter."

"I thought I'd be a big shot one day, but I can't believe I was already a big shot. Kids grow up fast."

Bruno and Dora are watching Laura turn ten, squeaking her smudges and thoughts.

I can show you how I've grown up, and Laura is proud of me.

I'm just eating omelettes.

"Extreme omelettes are not this! I would luxuriously ground beef for steak."

"Wow! Wow! The gravy is so wow... it kills me! You will be killed by the deliciousness of omelettes!

"Waha. Laura, you're not a very responsive kid. What do you say? Which omelet was the best?

That is a difficult question.

The first thing to raise your candidacy is all that Her Majesty the Queen has prepared for you.

The ingredients taste too out of step, and normally, no other omelet can be an option.

But the answer that came out of Laura's mouth...

"Your mother's omelet!

Nature and its answers popped out of my mouth, even without thinking deeply.

Laura was surprised herself after she spoke.

That can't be right.

The quality is too different.

Her Majesty's omelette was made by a professional cook using the best ingredients.

But still.

Somehow I think of my mother's omelet as the best.

"... Hmm. Well, I guess so. That's what mothers taste like."

Her Majesty shrugs to miss the old days.

Has she had her mother cook before, too?

This is not the case, such as the opportunity for royal humans to behave in hand cooking.

Then the taste of my mother, which Her Majesty the Queen remembers, is a very precious and precious memory.

"Laura, I'm glad you picked your mother's omelet best."

"Because that's what I really thought. Your majesty's omelet was awesome and delicious... if I were to choose just one. If I could only eat that omelet for the rest of my life... then I thought it was your mother's omelet."

"Hehe. Thank you, Laura. But I'll be in trouble for the rest of my life. Doesn't that mean your mother will live longer than Laura? I won't tolerate such infidelity."

"Oh, well... hmm... well, let's all live much longer! Like the dean!

"Like the dean... a daughter demanding something quite difficult"

"That's good! 'Cause it's my birthday!

I only see her once in a while. She's my parents, and that means my birthday, so Laura tried to say Wagamama.

Then Bruno, not Dora, thumbed up and said, "Okay!," he undertook.

"There's no way you can be a great sage who is a wizard and not a father and a mother. If you and your mother can do it, Laura can do it, too. So we parents and children will live for hundreds of years!

"Wow, I did it."

I really don't think that's going to happen, Laura.

But I'm just happy with words.

"Ugh. Then I will live long enough to serve you all. Wow"

"Me too. I've been playing with Laura and Charlotte. Mr. Dora's food is delicious. You have to be stronger with your sword than your master."

"What the hell!? Anna, you're a thousand years faster than me."

"Then I'll live a thousand years"

"A thousand and two years early!

"... it's going to be a thousand years while I'm making this statement"

"Ha ha. What the hell, Anna? You surrender already?"

Bruno somehow wins proudly.

When I saw such a father, I was attacked by the terrible suspicion that maybe Anna was more mentally an adult.