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

The pudding is also delicious with plenty of fashionable raw cream, but the peripheral best is still the egg-rich, hardened pudding that doesn't break its shape with a spoon.

The pudding with the richness of the raw cream is slightly sweet while leaving the original flavor of the egg firmly intact, but it settles into a sweetness that is not persistent thanks to bitter caramel.

Rather, it had a refreshing aftertaste, attractive enough to carry it in my mouth one after another.

Zhou, who is not so good at sweets, was also so obsessed with eating the handmade pudding at midday that the pudding was quickly disappearing from the plates served.

"Ha, it's good"

"It's an honor to compliment you."

I had it served as a dessert after lunch, but it flattened with pepper. One wasn't enough, so two.

Zhou doesn't have that much appetite for boys in high school, but he still had a different stomach for a midday handmade dessert.

I felt more satisfied than I had eaten, and Zhou rubbed my stomach in an obvious mood.

"You can make anything."

"Because all the streets are tapped in so you can make them"

Not even proud to say so at midday, but in fact she has a rich repertoire of dishes and occasionally dishes pop up that Zhou doesn't know about.

Of course it's delicious and I never get tired of it. It would be very happy to have a presence like midday on my side to make it for me.

"I don't know what a boulder is. Thanks to you, I'm happy."

"... are you happy?

"Right. Good stuff. You can't be unhappy to be fed like every day. It's everyday fun."

Midday cooking accounts for half of the daily pleasure, and if you eat midday cooking at the end of the day, you probably forget the bad things.

The fact that I get it made every day is a happy thing in itself, and I eat it every time while chewing up happiness, but I guess she doesn't really know the value of her dish.

I've said before that midday cooking tastes like happiness, but I don't seem to be very aware of midday, so it's unlikely that Zhou will understand the value unless he admires it.

Besides, it's some kind of courtesy to say delicious things, so you should tell them honestly.

"... is that right"

Praising him directly from the front, he dyed his cheeks and shrunk his body at midday.

"... I'm glad Zhou-kun complimented me"

"I'll compliment you as much as I want. It's delicious every day, isn't it enough? If you want me to give you my thoughts in more detail, I'll tell you at all."

The cracks of the couple in the world are because they forget to thank each other.

Nothing about midday is a couple or anything, but don't forget to be thankful as you are getting cooked every day, and your taste perception will lead to motivation, so I'm going to say it in detail if you want.

However, I shake my head in the middle of the day and show my willingness to refuse.

"Yes, fine... I will"

"Big deal."

"It's not a big deal. 'Cause it's still enough."

"Really? But I'm going to have it made every day, so do you want to thank me properly? Thanks for everything."

I really can't sleep with my head up and my legs turned because my diet around is supported at midday. It is the middle of the day.

Zhou can't be in a straight line without midday, so if you say greed, you want him to stay next to you forever.

Laughing as much as I appreciated it, I shook my body like midday was on a plump manner-mode incoming call, and then I got up.

"... Zhou-kun's Fool"

For some reason I curse with a stupid and adorable voice and take the dishes to flush, so Zhou also carries his used dishes to the sink to follow them.

As I twisted my neck because it was abrupt, even if it didn't have to be midday because it was Zhou's role to clean up after me, and grabbed my midday arm lightly, the midday momentum turned to this one.

I found it kind of very annoying because the middle of the day when I caught this one with a redder face than I had earlier made my face redder.

"... because I will. You wait on the couch. Huh?"

Once he stroked his head off the kitchen, Kusha was smashing and roaring into the couch at midday and sinking in.

One blink to what usually seems like a calm, non-midday behavior.

Then I remembered my face filled with shame like the illumination earlier, and it was the circumference where I decided to wash dishes with cold water to cool my head.