Life with my Little Sister

There is a food called pudding.

It's a familiar treat at my Cranputt house.

I was too familiar with it and said, "Isn't it good for a while?Personally, I think, "but the women in my family don't see how tired they are.

Every day, every day, I smile and stick.

That means I'm the one with the minority.

A little while ago, I said, "You don't have to do it every day, do you?Abel's face, when he proposed, is still unforgettable.

So perhaps Pudding will continue to appear at the table in the future.

(Nevertheless, the fact is that I want change.....)

If the environment doesn't change, let's try something else.

All you have to do is change the pudding.I thought so.

That said, I don't intend to do anything serious.

I'm just adding a little trouble.

This time, I'll make "Baked Pudding."

provided, however, that this is done by adding a lot of effort.

There are two main ways to make pudding: bake or steam.

There is a difference between baking and making it strong and steaming it smoother, but this area is perfectly a matter of preference.

Shut up, it doesn't look that different.

What kind of baked pudding do I intend to make? There is a "baked skin layer" at the top of the surface, like the one sold at a specialty store for sweets.

There is a "crème brulé" in the analogue, which is very delicious, but there is no raw cream.

That will be a challenge for the future.

Well, anyway, when it comes to cooking this time, it won't take much trouble because it's just to grill the "upper part".

That said, this is an amateur who makes sweets.

I don't know if I can make it all of a sudden, so I decided to experiment with it in the middle of the night.

(The pudding itself is made in pieces...I'm used to it too....)

Where did you go, my "Plan A"...

That said, several prototypes have been completed.

It wasn't because I had sense, but because I kept making similar products and accumulating "experience points"...

"I don't want a tasting at night - let's stop with the boulders...."

There are many people at home who would be happy to buy a taster in the first place.

When that happens...

"Mm...!?"

All of a sudden my sixth sense (which I don't have) sensed a sign that Fei was about to wake up.

My sister will cry if I'm not in bed...

I think I'll go and see what's going on...

I went to see Solo Solo and My Angel.

"Phew...It was close..... "

As soon as I get back to my room.

Fei was just waking up scratching his eyes.

"Nyu...Didn't I...?

You're looking for me right there.

As a matter of course, I'm close, so I'll catch up with you soon.

"Heeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh!

My angel hugged me.

I say while stroking my sister.

"Come on, Fi.I can't believe this is happening at this hour. "

"Muuu... fee, I want to pee..."

Oh, the bathroom.

My kid is just fine.

"Okay. Now, oniichan will follow you."

"Really!? Thanks!fee, I love it!

Sleeping, the angel said so.

Then I put Phil back to bed.

Was your sister really sleepy? That's where she became the inhabitant of the world of dreams.

Since Marimo is in possession of my mother's body, I got Phi a big favorite stuffed toy, a bourbon.

I really wanted to keep you company, but I also have some baked pudding to clean up.

I left the finished product out in the first place.

You may as well leave it in the fridge and have everyone taste it tomorrow.

That's what I thought. I went back to the kitchen.

"Hah...!?"

There's one in the dark kitchen.

Lightly pigmented golden hair.

A little luxurious body that looks like a toddler.

And my dearest family with the most fascinating ears in the world...

"Eh, Abel...."

The teacher turned his back on us, but for some reason there was a strange force.

Looks like it's also sounding like a rattlesnake...

"............"

When I was surprised, the little teacher echoed a clear voice that passed well.

".......................................... al"

"Yes, yes."

"... what is this?

This?

(Speaking of which, I left the prototype out...!

I see.

Is Abel staring at the baked pudding...?!

"Um...It's a baked pudding..... "

"... yaki, plum..."

Your glamorous ears twitched and stupid.

Abel turns to us.

The facial expression is unchanged, but the heartless or emerald-colored eyes also appear to be troubling as if they were floating in heat.

Perhaps your head is filled with 'pudding desire'.

(That said, I'm not giving you anything sweet before bed....)

Let's put one of these in the fridge with a nasty face.

You can eat it from tomorrow onwards.

"Uhh!?"

My slightly white fingers pinched my sleeve reaching out for tomorrow's snack.

"Eh, Abel...?

…………

Mm-hmm.

Your face looks bright red and leans down.

I want to eat it right away, but I don't think I can say it either.

Apparently there is shame around here.

If she had been here, she would have said:

"Ugh, Abel, no!It's late at night. Do it tomorrow!

My mother is a loose person, but I have nothing to say...

But I don't have the nerve to say "tomorrow."

As a result, yield.

To the evil shame of a beautiful teacher.

It seems that this should be the "Unfortunate Teacher Combination".

"... the baked thin skin is sweet and fragrant..."

In front of you is the eldest of the Elves, sifting and trembling, cheeking on the baked pudding.

Apparently, I'm impressed by the new possibilities of favorites.

But...

"............"

When you meet me, you lie face down.

Mighty Church, you're still embarrassed.

"... Al"

"Yes"

"... tell me something...?

"Yes, yes."

Tell her to distract herself without looking at her.

Well, there's not much to talk about.

"Looks like the development I asked Gado the other day for Yu-chan is finished."

The Princess of the Elves, who was just born last month.

For that little baby, there's something pulled from the knowledge of the planet.

By way of example, even if I had an idea brought in from Earth, the wall of lack of technology would be blocked, so as usual, I asked the "harsh flavor, actually sweet dwarf" to produce it.

…………

But even if we shake the subject, Abel is a damari.

For some reason, my cheeks and ears looked red.

"... Al"

"Yeah."

"... Al did his best to revive Eurakasha..."

"I guess I'll work hard...I think it's natural to help you in that situation..... "

I can't stand the boulders that make babies miserable.

"... nh, well..."

Yeah?

"... I want to reward Al for his hard work..."

"Reward!?"

Is that an ear!?

Hello, did you let me touch your ears!?

…………

In response to my pale and sincere wish, the elf teacher said:

"... I want to take Al somewhere."

"Whoa, you're out!

It's very, very sad that it's not my ear, but it's fun and happy to be out there.

And...

"I'm sure Phil and Mom will be happy."

…………

"Hmm...?

But Abel leaned down and shook his head slightly.

"... I want to take Al (...)..."

Finished.

The singular is correct.

Is that so?

I mean, are you two alone?

If I had to use a different word...

"... date...?

"... ~ ~ ~ ~"

Abel was completely silent.

Even though it's shaking little by little.

(But you didn't deny it.....)

Mm-hmm.

I hope not.

"Abel, I'm glad.Are you looking forward to it?

"................................................................................................................ n"

Our teacher nodded in a fading voice.

Doesn't it feel like Mighty Teacher's mood is getting better...?

"... today's pudding is even more delicious..."

Abel, who murmured and raised his pitch, flattened all the prototypes in the kitchen.

What should we do about the others?