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

After about an hour, the food began to line the table.

Today, Midday chose it, but it is unified with Japanese cuisine as if it were a health-oriented midday.

"I had enough cooking tools and seasonings, so it doesn't seem necessary to bring them from us. Tomorrow you can make something a little more elaborate."

"No, I just want to thank you for making it already"

Many things were simpler than elaborate because I didn't know how many cooking tools and seasonings I had, but I could say the colors and serving were perfect.

I wouldn't even think to make it around first. There are such things as boiled fish, green vegetable soy sauce, miso soup on egg rolls and other Japanese dishes.

As for the circumference that I don't like or dislike but basically like Japanese food, I'd like to say that I was looking for something like this in the middle of the day that just seems sorry.

"... sounds awesome"

"I'd appreciate it if you could say that. Please don't let it get cold."

Zhou also sits in the chair opposite him because midday says so and he sits in the chair.

The distance is really quite close because you live alone and the dining table is small.

Fortunately, there were two chairs for a single visitor, but the situation of having a beautiful girl in front of her aroused an indescribable sensation.

However, if I got my hands on the dishes, I wouldn't care about the beauty of midday.

I'll have it. There, first put your mouth on miso soup.

If you slowly include it in your mouth while enjoying the fragrance of miso and dashi the moment you put your mouth on it, the flavour of miso and dashi that spreads according to the scent.

The soft taste, which is completely different from instant miso soup, would have been calculated.

The taste of miso is not too intense, salted plums are good enough to make you feel the flavor of dashi.

I think the first bite feels a little thin because I thought about mouthing it with other dishes and made it taste just as intense as I could drink it.

It's not enough, it's more of a relieving flavour, a flavour that encourages people to eat rice and other things.

"Good."

"Thank you very much"

If you mouth honest thoughts, your midday eyes narrow slightly to relief.

I've always told her it was delicious, but I guess it was nervous again to be told in front of her.

I was watching this one, and at midday I saw him get his hands on the meal, and I stretched out the chopsticks without Zhou.

One mouthful of lined things made me think that the food is still very good at midday.

The boiled fish retains its moisture while still containing a good flavour.

If it is heated for a long time to stain the flavor, it naturally will lose moisture and give a slight texture, but this one is plump and has a good tongue feel.

It is a very peripheral flavor that leads to egg rolls.

I was attracted to the bright yellow color of the surface and mouthed it, but I still feel the gentle flavor of dashi.

The pie that also adds sugar to the egg roll, salt only pie, and so on, but this one is a dashi rolled egg, and it has a slight sweetness in addition to the taste of the dashi.

Is this sweetness, faint and soft?

There wouldn't be that much in it, but the rich sweetness gave it a depth of flavor.

Of course I don't hate sweet or soggy egg rolls.

However, Zhou, who thinks it is the most elegant flavoring with a hint of sweetness, even remembered to be impressed with this ideal type of dashi curled egg.

It's good, let no one hear it but whine and carry it to your mouth again.

Perfect condition as the fire goes. Because it contains dashi, it slowly bites off the luminous texture while quietly enjoying the flavor.

When I sneak up on my rude mother, who is definitely better than our mother, and hits her tongue with happiness, I realize that midday is staring at us.

"... it looks delicious"

"It's actually good. You should show some respect for the good stuff."

"Yeah, that's sort of"

"Besides, you'd both feel better if I told you it's honestly better than eating faceless, right?

The maker would be anxious and concerned if he didn't show it to his face even if he thought it was delicious. Sometimes I wonder if it's really delicious when they say it's faceless and delicious.

Rather than that, it would be better for both sides to put what they honestly feel on their faces and put it into words. Being thankful or appreciated is better.

"... right"

He was convinced of Zhou's words. Midday smiles just a little.

A carefree, soft-minded grin with relief was adorable enough to make you abandon all thoughts around you for a moment.

"... Fujimiya?

"Oh... nothing"

Being watched, there was no way I could say, Zhou carried the dinner into his mouth to deceive him by hiding the shame that floated twitchy.

"... Welcome"

"Thank you very much."

When Zhou, who has beautifully flattened the arranged dishes, tells them satisfactorily, he returns pale at midday.

However, the expression was mild, and he seemed pleased that he had given it to his stomach without leaving a single grain of rice.

"It was good"

"If you look, you'll see."

"You're better than my mother."

"It seems taboo to compare a woman's hand cooking to her mother's."

"What if I don't? Do you care?

"I don't care, though."

"See you then. It doesn't change the fact it's good."

Midday cooking is skillful enough not to be cultivated with a bit or softly cooking experience.

Perhaps Zhou's mother has a better cooking experience, but because of different flavoring preferences and a lot of clutter, it doesn't come true for the calculated midday flavor.

My father cooks better than my mother in the first place, so I can't help it compared to my mother.

"... No, I'm not too happy. You can eat it every day."

"Unless you have business on both sides."

"… Is this really okay for your company every day?"

"If you don't like it, I'm not suggesting it."

"Well, I guess so."

I know a lot that I won't tell you in the first place if you don't like it because it's a frank midday thing, but I still wonder if you can really make it.

I also pay labor in addition to half the cost of materials, but I still didn't feel too burdened at midday.

"... Normal, make it into a man you don't even like?

"It's because you're so unreasonable. Besides, I like to make them myself, and I don't hate watching you eat them looking delicious"

"But..."

"... if you care that much, you don't have to make it as far as I'm concerned, do you?

"No, make it, please"

I answered immediately because that's all I need and prefer to cook around midday.

When the midday dish is taken away from the current circumference, it develops into a dead and alive issue.

I was aware that they were holding my stomach, but the problem is that the midday dishes are too delicious. This was going to be a tasteless day as soon as I got back to the vegetables and I was scared.

At midday, when Zhou's palpable reply gave him what a frightened face, he gave a look similar to a bitter smile.

"Then take it honestly"

"... oops"

What a day of companionship with a merciful angel was still going on, and it was Zhou who had to sigh with delight and guilt and anticipation.