- The next morning...

"Here, are you listening properly?

"Yes, I'm listening, I'm sorry"

Looks like Mr. Fiona attacked us yesterday, so we went straight to bed.

Nothing particularly unpleasant has happened.

But if Mr. Leanbell witnessed a place like that yesterday, he'd be angry as a matter of course...

"Why would I sleep with Fio?

I think it felt good with me yesterday. "

I feel the same way.

Because I thought it was something Mr. Leanbell would come crawling in at night yesterday.

It's not like I don't like Mr. Fiona.

The queen also said Mr. Fiona was lonely, so I guess she couldn't stand it.

I just feel like I'm being liked, but I feel happy.

I've been without her for 32 years, so I'm glad to be jealous or sought after.

"Fio's a Fio, too.

I wonder why Fio, who pushed me on the back, brings a good place.

Isn't that usually where you give in to me?

If you sneak open the door, think about how I felt sleeping with you. "

"Yes, sir."

... you pushed my back?

Speaking of which, Mr. Leanbell was also beaten up by Mr. Fiona when he took a bath.

He probably acted a lot in the shadows because he was spending time alone with Mr. Fiona and Mr. Lienbell when Wyburn asked him to.

I had a date appointment, but it was a rather sudden invitation, and Mr. Fiona was watching the date.

I promised you I'd help me when I got engaged, but you were moving a lot.

That makes last night's raid seem adorable.

When I checked Mr. Fiona's face with chills, he was winking a little tongue out.

I knew you were moving in the shadows.

And make that too cute a face when Mr. Lienbell isn't around.

I can't loosen my cheeks at this time.

For a long time, Mr. Lienbell continued to be preached by Mr. Lienbell, who had put his arms around him for about half an hour because he was angry.

Though we've gotten along, it would be about Mr. Lienbell who can make the princess sit up front and be angry.

"Then as punishment, you're going to hang out with me for a day, right?

I don't spend much time at home, and I don't work as an adventurer with you.

I don't have the least time to see him.

That's all you know, right?

"Yes, you're right, I'm sorry.

We will work hard with you. "

I want to be with you from an angel. My heart is going to explode when I'm appealed to.

Because I haven't been punished, and I was glad to have my words lined up.

"Well, we'll start when we have breakfast."

"Oh, make it a little weaker.

Because it burns. "

I wondered where I was going on a date, and it was a home date.

He wants to be able to make egg sandwiches, so I'm supposed to teach him how to cook.

Through her, she's in the air like a newlywed.

Now it's time to practice making fried eggs.

By the way, the tins were naturally kicked out of the house, so the three of us headed for a picnic.

At first I complained about the boo-boo and it was gobbling in the garden, but when I gave him lunch for tundeleburgers, cutlet sandwiches and hot dogs, he went wild.

Those kids love meat, so it's easy to handle.

"Is this still strong?

Maybe it's already on fire or not.

Are you sure you can cook it? "

"You'll burn properly, move your hands"

I'm guessing Mr. Lienbell doubts what I'm saying.

Keep your mouth pointy and let me see it with my zito eyes.

But even, you're extremely adorable in a different apron than usual, so don't have that option.

You'll be strangely aware of the big mansion by yourself.

"Even if you don't tell me, I'm moving it right -.

Oh, look, it's getting a little chunky.

Fire, can we make it strong?

"Fire is fine with a much weaker fire.

Because a low heat can also make eggs finer in size. "

But make Mr. Lienbell's love flame a strong fire.

"It's surprisingly something that can be light.

I thought there were more processes. "

"Anyone can make an egg sandwich or so.

The fire is already through, so put it in the ball and mix it with mayonnaise.

I don't think it would be better to add more mayonnaise. "

"Wow, I know."

You never seem to know, so I decided to monitor it closely.

Moving from frying pan to ball as I was told, Mr. Leanbelle puts in mayonnaise as he flickers at my face.

I stopped at the right amount and started mixing, so I decided to prepare the pan in a ho.

"Because of this, shall we also make a version of the egg sandwich that we make with boiled eggs?

It's not that hard. "

"Yeah, I make it. I make it.

But there are so many strange things in the world, aren't there?

I was just mixing it up normally, but I lost my balls. "

By the time I turned around, it was already too late.

Mr. Lienbell, the best eater in the world, naturally stumbles and eats it all.

Even the mayonnaise on the ball is gone clean.

Did you even lick the mayonnaise in about 10 seconds between putting water in the pan and setting it on fire?

I'm sure you ate desperately so you wouldn't find out.

There's so much mayonnaise on my face that it's unnatural.

Because I even aim for the mayonnaise on the ball.

Yet I have trouble being made wonderful with my kyotonic face.

"... you ate, didn't you?

"Yeah, I didn't eat it."

"Was it delicious?

"Yeah, it was delicious.

... Ah. "

"Unless you eat food, you'll never disappear.

Your face is full of mayonnaise too, so wipe it off with a tissue. "

I can't believe you stumbled on it and ate it all, Mr. Leanbell.

It makes me feel loving to be shy and wiping my face with tissue.

"Another way to make egg sandwiches is to put the eggs in boiling water and make the boiled eggs first.

After that, you can chop the boiled eggs you can, mix them with mayonnaise and pinch them in bread, and you're done. "

"Are you sure that's all you need?

That legendary egg sandwich: You're gonna make version 2, right?

You're the first person in the world to make egg sandwiches legendary.

You'll always feel sorry for the eggs and mayonnaise only clueless egg sandwiches, with an emphasis on quantity over quality.

"You can salt and pepper, pinch vegetables, or pinch bacon.

The only thing I always serve is mayonnaise.

Once you're used to making it, it's good to make rich egg sandwiches "

"I thought cooking was more difficult because I had never failed."

"If you're going to make it in earnest, I know you have a lot of ideas, because it's a range of home-cooked dishes.

Why did you suddenly think to make egg sandwiches?

I'm sure it was a mine you shouldn't have stepped on.

He's staring at me with the strongest jito of the day, and he's got a spine. I'm screwed.

I want you to keep staring at me more.

... Is that it? When did I have the jitsu attribute? [M]

I didn't know it was being developed at some point.

"I was going to spend more time with you.

Normally, you don't have to ask. "

Were you trying to make me breakfast with you?

It's nice to cook with an angel while flirting in the morning.

I have 0 romantic experience and I'm sorry I can't detect it.

also, can you put me in more words?

"Well, I wish I could make it myself when Tatsuya is no longer an adventure"

"Oh, really?

Oh, it's time to boil the eggs, so can I have them removed?

Watch out for burns. "

"Yes."

He had thrown away the hot water to avoid burns and only removed the boiled eggs safely.

Even with just that much work, Mr. Leanbelle is cute when he gets a good look at you.

"Well, let's peel and chop it up"

While cooling with water, the two of us peel the egg shell.

It's a simple task, but it's an unexpected hassle.

It's fun now, though, because when we make it together, we can talk about it together.

Hiding and trying to pinch a few times, Mr. Lienbell slaps his hand, while loosening himself of the peeled eggs, mixing them with mayonnaise and pinching them in the bread to create them.

When I sandwiched the eggs and turned into egg sandwiches, Mr. Leanbell was keeping his eyeballs hot.

The only person in this world who would be impressed by being able to make an egg sandwich would be Mr. Lienbell.

Since the egg sandwich is legendary in Mr. Lienbell, he also prays with his hands unexpectedly.

"For the sake of simplicity, you take longer than I thought.

Now I have a better sense of accomplishment that I could have made myself.

'Cause I made that legendary egg sandwich.

Fine, what's an egg sandwich?

It's soothing just to watch, these shades are adorable. "

With that said, I'm going to start eating the egg sandwich I was able to do quickly.

You should have had breakfast, but you have an appetite like you haven't.

... I only care about one thing, so I want you to confirm it.

"Uh, I made it because of you, don't you want to put it up in a tin?

Even in the absence of Mr. Leanbell, Tin was always thinking about his sister.

I'm not going to impose it, but I want Mr. Leanbell to be my sister, too, if possible.

It makes the tin seem a little pathetic.

"I won't be alone with you anymore.

I plan on taking a day to keep building today, so we still have a long way to go.

For once, I'll eat all of this and give you a tin of what I made in the evening. "

Getting me to hang out for a day meant making an egg sandwich.

I thought we had a little sweeter development.

But it doesn't make a difference that you and Mr. Lienbell will be together forever.

Let's just hang out today so we can cook together every morning from now on.

"Absolutely master egg sandwich making.

Mm-hmm. Version 2 doesn't have a gentle palate either. "

When I finished eating what I had made, I was going to review how to make egg sandwiches as planned.

It's the best home date I've ever had, keeping Mr. Lienbell's smile to myself.

When the tins returned in the evening, the egg sandwich making was over and we were all supposed to get together and eat the egg sandwich.

When it was announced that it was called the egg sandwich made by Mr. Lienbell, the tins were greatly surprised.

So much so that I compare the egg sandwich to Mr. Lienbell and accidentally applaud him.

Not to mention, there are two different egg sandwiches today.

Though I keep eating every morning, I guess it was shocking to them in two ways.

Was my sister's tin happy with her sister's hand cooking, and the oddity is one tone higher than usual?

Mr. Syrup and Mr. Fiona eat an egg sandwich and compliment Mr. Lienbell on his cooking arm.

As a result, Mr. Lienbell was to have an egg sandwich with a bright red face.

Sometimes a new egg sandwich was made, which was quite exciting compared to eating an egg sandwich made of stir-fried eggs and an egg sandwich made of boiled eggs.

So much so that I thought it wouldn't end forever.

Because an argument was held to decide which was the true egg sandwich.

I came to the conclusion, as it were, that 'both are egg sandwiches'.

I kept watching, and I said, "I guess so."

It lasted until 2: 00 p.m., so the women were to take a bath first from there.

As I lay down on the couch until everyone comes out, I get drowsy sometimes because of the quiet around me.

My mind is an adult, but my body remains a child.

If I was utter utter without being able to resist at all, my consciousness kept moving away.

By the time I realized it was already morning.

I hear a tung tung and a little bird chirping, and the morning sun is starting to plug in.

I fell asleep - I thought I was about to wake up, and I get a trick and something on my right hand.

I only lifted my head and checked, and Mr. Leanbell was sitting asleep leaning against the couch.

I wonder if you wanted to be with me, and I start thinking about things like hot men.

Your sister attribute exploded, and one may have thought it pathetic.

You think I fell asleep with you, full of cravings that I wanted to bed in?

"Eh heh, egg sandwich ~," he muttered as he interpreted Mr. Lienbell's kindness as if it were at his convenience.

You look happy. You'll be soothed in the morning by the way you drool.

I smelled like egg sandwiches, so you never said we were sleeping together, did you?

Yes, because you wanted to be with me, right?

You like me, don't you? Mr. Lienbell!