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

"Cooking Class by the First Mahiro -!

Zhou didn't even try to hide the trouble he seemed to have in the millennium, when he declared with rhythm and momentum that even BGM, like a cooking show that could be done in a few minutes, seemed to be flushing.

A midday cooking class was held on the first day of the Golden Week. The venue is Zhou's house.

The reason is that it's a simple, midday and millennial place to get together and get the circumference in.

Thousand year old houses can't make a scene because they have a thousand year old family, and midday houses settled into Zhou's house because they were reluctant for Zhou to enter.

A thousand years old wearing an apron said, "No!" and thriving alone. At midday he was similarly wearing an apron and smiling bitterly next to a thousand years old.

"Instructors are invited to Midday the Vertebra!

"I'm not inviting you, I'm inviting you to this house."

"And the poisonous taste… guests are invited Mr. Cho Fujimiya, who is twice as loud for flavor"

"It's weird. And this is my house."

"Nori, I'm sorry. No more."

I just haven't been able to keep up with the millennial tension since morning.

The current time is after 9 a.m.

The cooking class for lunch meant we were supposed to meet at this hour.

I don't mind, but I wake up for the sake of sleep, so I have a thousand year old tension.

"... sorry, in the morning..."

"No, that's fine. I can get you to make lunch. Well, keep an eye on what's weird about a thousand years old."

I don't trust you.

"Don't forget your Valentine's record...?

I won't forget the taste of the chocolate she planted with pranks.

Something with nothing in it was delicious, of course, but the flavor of the detachment jumping through was shocking enough to still remember.

Thousands of years old I said I could eat that normally, I don't trust my taste very much.

"Haha, because that's a hoax on a boulder. If you make it normal, you'll be fine. Maybe."

"I'm probably worried about that, idiot.... please make it something I can eat."

"Like I know."

Leave it to me - I felt a little anxiety at the millennium when I said confidently with all my arms around me, but Zhou decided to watch, believing that midday would do something about it.

If it's anything that feeds people at midday, I won't compromise, and I'm willing to cook neat dishes because of the classroom.

He speaks of today's menu and thoughtful culinary names toward our kitchen, which he knows on his own with a thousand years old.

By the way, they're making a salad, shrimp bisque and sautéed with extra clothes for lunch today. They responded to Zhou's request for shrimp.

Well, there's not much to fail with this, but I'm worried that Thousand Years old won't put some weird ingredients in Kish.

"... I don't know... I feel like I'm being questioned..."

You noticed me flying my suspicions to my gaze. I sit tight on the couch as I distract myself from a thousand years old with an uncomfortable look on my face.

Honestly, they called me a poisonous taster... or they're around, so I don't have anything to do.

I can't even help you at midday, but that's a thousand years of service, and Zhou has a midday instruction to sit down in the first place, so I can't move.

So I was very free.

When I looked in the kitchen, the two girls in aprons were starting to cook as they talked friendlily.

They are both beautiful girls with different vectors, and I guess it's covetous from a guy who can't believe those two are wearing aprons and cooking in his own house, and I look at them blurry as if they were other HR.

Zhou closed his eyes slowly in his spare time, anxious again that the prank cat would do something.

It'll take a few hours anyway, so I wouldn't mind sleeping somewhat. Anyway, whoever blames you because it's our house... is only around midday.

Wow, and I yawned small, and Zhou deposited his body on the couch.