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

"... was good"

As always, the midday food was good.

There was more hands-on food than usual because of Christmas.

The beef stew, which was carefully simmered at midday, was made into a pot pie, and was in the shape of being eaten as it was broken.

Eating with the crisp texture of beef stew entangled in a rich sauce after tasting the pleasure of breaking pie can only be described as a moment of bliss.

Apparently I purposefully planted pie fabric. While impressed by the high technical skill in the midday mystery, I just flattened my second cake today, and take a breather.

By the way, it is handmade at midday until the cake.

They planted pie dough for pot pie. Then they planted another dough for confectionery at the same time, and they made Millefeuil. It is the earliest craftsman level.

"You were rude.... well eaten."

"Mmm. It was delicious."

"Thank you for that"

A slight grin, too, has become familiar.

She has a soothing grin when it comes to delicious, so it was like routine to see it.

Seeing a face float a lot softer than the usual look seems to be a prerogative of Zhou, which is kind of ticklish.

"... Omelette tomorrow... awesome fun"

"Do you like omelettes"

"I like egg dishes in general"

"Oh, I see... but I was eating rolled eggs and all that momentum."

"It's good, you can't help it."

No matter how much egg dish you like, you don't eat it if it doesn't taste good. I guess the reason the food went so far was because the midday food is delicious.

I guess it's so luxurious to be alone, but I'm not willing to give it up to anyone. It is a presence that you will continue to have until midday stops making it.

"... Zhou-kun seems very happy when he's eating dinner."

"Fact is, I'm happy, because I cook well at midday."

"As much as I appreciate that, but you're cheap happy"

"No, it's expensive... you know what you're worth..."

Anyway, it's that angel's hand cooking. Some boys will want the right to eat as much as they can get their hands out of their throats.

"For me, it's what I make every day."

"I'm not happy. I'm happy."

"... so much?

"Well, I eat good food every day."

Basically, the appetite is stronger for Zhou, who doesn't have much appetite, and the happiest thing is that he can prepare and eat delicious dishes every day.

"How could I cook so much?"

"Someone who looked after me told me." Be sure to grab the stomach of someone who will make you happy. "

I'm sorry. Let me grab my stomach.

"Preliminary practice."

In the middle of the day I giggled creepily and small, I was unconsciously clumsy.

"... but it's amazing who took care of it."

"Right, because that guy was a great cook. I'm no match for him yet, because his food tastes like happiness."

At midday, with a slightly soft grin and a slightly distant eye, Zhou securely appeased.

In this way, midday would have been adored by that caretaker's person. I know exactly who I admire since midday.

Instead of being looked at by his parents, the person seemed to have taught him all sorts of important things at midday.

It would be a real shame if someone like that were on my side at midday.

I think she's probably a woman from the beginning of the conversation, but I think it's because she was there that she's alive this way at midday.

"I guess it was good enough. Well, yours tastes happy to me."

Mother aside, Father's cooking is good, but Midday is more of a flavor for Zhou's taste.

Midday dishes have a relaxing taste that you won't ever get tired of eating every day. It's a heart-dancing dish with a resting habit, and there's no sign of boredom at all and I even want to eat more.

Well, I won't say that because the burden of midday is too heavy on the boulder.

Yeah, I snorted, and midday was solidifying.

Shall I say that I have been emptied?

I'm looking at this one with a pompous, childless look somewhere.

"... midday?

"Eh... it's nothing"

He called me back, and at midday he shook his head in a panic, leaning down.

At midday, when I was holding my favorite cushion tight and exhaling softly, I felt strangely colorful after hitting it earlier.

"What's wrong with you"

"... simply wondered if I could have made the taste of happiness"

"I don't know why you're so despicable, but you're as good as you want to eat every day."

"... thank you"

Hiya, and at midday when I looked up at this one and lowered my eyes slightly to the smell of light and smiled small, this time the circumference leaned down and wanted to hide my face.

Such an expression that really makes the heart jump even if it doesn't mean I like it as a heterosexual.

At midday, when he peeled off his usual mask and gave me a smile that could be called defenseless, Zhou was full of wanting to cool his face right now.

I don't like the heat coming up from twitching. If we were illuminating each other, it would definitely be awkward.

"Uh, well,... yeah, midday"

"Yes."

"Tomorrow, you can start at noon, right?

I couldn't stand this air and forcefully changed the subject, but at midday I didn't seem to care so much about it. I'm conceiving to Zhou's words.

"Yes, that's the promise, isn't it? You made lunch, and then you promised..."

"Ooh."

"No... was it?

"No, I just checked.... Really, that's how you spend Christmas, even though it's past Eve?

"If you don't like it, I won't say it.... I'm sorry, I am."

Another small, fluffy, loose grin came to her, Zhou replied sloppily "oops" without being able to look directly at her, and she also had to hide her shame by leaning on the elbow opposite to midday.