Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

Stopping by the convenience store was also a hassle, and I was leaving my body at the fence for some air while smoking the jelly beverage I always have at home, and midday happened to come out on the veranda.

At midday when I find Zhou's figure, he similarly faces a little out of the veranda fence, then looks at the jelly beverage Zhou is mouthing and slightly frowns.

As for Zhou, I had no idea he was going to be able to talk to me, and it solidified like a shudder for a while.

"You'll see. Jelly that can replenish energy in just a few decades"

"... you're not saying it's supper, are you?

"That's how it's decided."

"... that's all the boys high school kids eating?

"Extra help."

I usually eat supermarket snacks at convenience stores, so it's not a snack so far. I'm just drinking these jelly drinks today because I missed sourcing dinner and I didn't feel like a couple ramen.

Perhaps this is not enough, so I'm going to snack confectionery or something later.

"... the food"

"I won't and I can't. You know that."

"... and you often live alone even though you can't even clean..."

"Shut up. It doesn't matter"

It is true that he was stabbed properly, so I can suck on the jelly that was left to drink with a slight frown.

I was reminded the other day about the cleaning, so I plan to do something about it. Anyway, when they say it, my motivation shrivels the other way.

I'm not surprised why you're so noisy, on the contrary, but at midday I stared at such a circumference and then sighed softly.

"... wait"

Say no, no, I went back to my room from the veranda at midday.

"What the hell is that?" spills Zhou as he hears the sound of the caracallas and windows closing.

Wait, what do you tell me to wait, even if they tell me to?

Turning a surprise glance towards the midday room naturally does not return a response.

(It's getting cold and I want to go inside.)

Although they tell me to wait and wait, it's colder on fall nights than I thought. I have chills in my sweatshirt.

Or I didn't even know why I was waiting for discipline in the first place.

When you exhale deep into the temperatures that are likely to whiten its inner breath, an electronic sound sounds from the front door.

I looked back at the sound of informing the visitors.

There's only one visitor.

I really don't know why, I walk out the front door avoiding scattered clothes and magazines.

I can tell who it is without looking through the peek window, so if I took the sandals off the chain to my feet and opened the door - as expected, flax hair was shaking lower than the perimeter's gaze.

"... what are you doing?"

"It was too much for your eyes because you were too unreasonable. … the rest, please."

With his grumpy voice, he puts his hand forward at midday.

In the hand, which is smaller and more luxurious than Zhou's, there is a tapper on it. From the translucent lid, the simmering seemed blurry.

I can only tell if it is still slightly warm or somewhat because the lid is slightly cloudy, but it would definitely be a simmer.

Repeating the blink, he understood Zhou's eyesight, which he wanted to ask why, and from midday he returned a deep sigh.

"Because you don't eat properly. Nutritional supplements are supplements and should not be used as staple foods."

"Ouch."

"I think my claims are common though. And shouldn't the room be tidy? I didn't have a stepping stone."

Zhou Hagu stuffs his words at midday, when his eyes are narrowed so that he can see clearly behind Zhou.

"... somewhat"

"There isn't. No clothes have fallen off the floor."

"It's a falling thing."

"You have to wash, dry, fold and treat. When you stop reading magazines, tie them together. It's important if you step on it and slip and fall."

I don't even feel like the words have a slight toge, but midday is purely worrying me for some reason, because I know, so there's no reason to poke it all out.

In the first place, I couldn't help but be told that I was falling with the clutter in the room even when I was nursing.

Zhou, who can't argue with distorting his expression, closes his lips upside down and receives a tapper from his midday hand.

The warmth coming through the palm of my hand was a delight at this time of year when it was getting cold.

"... so can I eat this"

"If I don't need it, I'll handle it."

"No, I'll be thankful. You don't normally eat angelic handcooking."

"... stop that, really"

According to the common name at school to make fun of all the fun, the pale cheeks became reddish with clarity.

Personally, he can't help but be ashamed of being called an angel. Zhou definitely doesn't like it if he's in that position, so it's obvious if you take it for granted.

Zhou spilled a grin at the midday appearance of a grudge looking up at her cheeks with a slight tear.

"I'm sorry, I won't tell you anymore"

It's not a good idea to tease them too much, as it's obvious that this will definitely damage their mood any longer. In the first place, it wouldn't be a good idea to overdo it because you're not that close.

He doesn't even want to be told any more at midday, and claims he really coughed up and got back on his mind.

The cheeks were subtly red, so it didn't look very unusual wind.

"Well, I appreciate this. Don't worry about what happened back then."

"Nothing, that was offset by nursing. This is my self-satisfaction… I just wondered if I could see you weren't living a locked life."

"Seems so."

I've only been seen pitiful, so maybe it's natural for me to make that kind of decision.

I couldn't hide it anymore because I would still see all the rolling hallways behind the perimeter, and everything was seen when I was up in nursing.

"... you eat properly and live a regular life, don't you?

"Ouch."

At midday, when I had been teaching him great seriousness, Zhou penetrated a little tired.

Zhou, who returned home with the recommendations he had received, sat down on the couch in the living room with the installments he had received in the supermarket.

I got pushed at midday, but what about the flavor to fulfill?

I think the porridge was delicious. The tongue was dull due to a slight cold, but the porridge, which would have been cooked thoroughly from raw rice, tasted gently and gently stained on the stomach.

Probably good cooking at midday from what I've seen of that, but what about it actually?

Open the tupper lid with some anticipation and hesitation and it smells like a simmer, even if it drifts fluffy.

Some root vegetables and chicken were cooked. The color of the broth was slightly diluted, showing bright carrot colors and decorated sayamane well.

The colorful pieces, sized and cut into bites, made me wonder if I still had the appetite for the periphery, which I only ate jelly.

Quickly crack the split quickly and carry the radishes to your mouth first.

"Yum."

Because of the flavor, it came out immediately.

It looks like a health-oriented midday, seasoning is slightly diluted and flavored with stock. Nor would that be commercially available granules, which would have been taken exactly from bonito and kelp. The flavour is completely different.

Stock and seasonings that when chewed, spread softly in the mouth, and the natural flavour of the vegetables.

The vegetable flavour was being used to improve the flavour, and the flavour-stained stew was very delicious even in the periphery where I didn't really like it and consume the vegetables.

Eat the vegetables mainly, just to say, chicken with a slightly modest and plump finish without any cladding. There is no point in complaining other than quantity.

Some choices are plain and sinister for high school girls to make, but the power of the maker is well understood.

Let's say it tastes far removed from what freshly remembered to cook.

I wish I had rice and miso soup or soy sauce for this, but I haven't cooked raw rice... or even let the rice cut, so I don't even get a whisper of hope.

Even now, I regretted that I should have bought a Retreat rice pack.

"Awesome angel"

Zhou praised the study, exercise and housework in general for being perfectly able to do it, perhaps in a way he might not like if he heard it, beating his tongue on the ideal flavored stewed root vegetables without stopping his hands.