The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

That day, I visited my brother's room as promised.

The time of the call was just around 6pm.

My brother was waiting for me when I went to my room with the glasses I had graciously picked up. "Thank you. Thank you," the two glasses graciously walked away to their brother, who labored (the onions) for the finished glasses. The glasses I saw face to face today were oligarchy, but some followers talk to him familiar with "younger brother, younger brother" or "what is the beauty of the vice chairman..." What we all have in common would be that the Glasses SS is intoxicated by his brother. I am thorough all the way because I will even send my brother for my brother.

"You made it. I would be hungry. I'm hungry, too."

"... hey, what is this"

When I walked into the room, the smell of appetite filled the room,... unfortunately there was no such thing as a delicious or sticky situation that greeted me.

Whatever the history, my brother was a dos everywhere, even though he was a little excited to see if he would even behave at a fancy dinner because he invited me to dinner.

When I find pre-cooked ingredients like raw meat and vegetables and rice arranged on the kitchen table, I ask my brother to roar.

"Weren't you going to let me have dinner?

"Oh, sure. I've got something for you too."

I do have chicken momomo meat on the table. … raw meat from domestic brands in uncooked condition.

Other famous seasonings, such as domestic rice and miso, are also placed in a narrow area.

"Does this mean maybe you can make this for me even if you don't?

"I'm glad you understand so quickly."

Moving my gaze from the ingredients to my brother, and looking into the kitchen without a trace of normal use, I looked down at the ingredients again, and when I dropped one sigh, I gave up and started by cleaning up what was on the table in the right place.

Finish cleaning up and get ready to cook rice next.

The fact that my brother broke a lot of bones for me on this one was also told by Deputy Director Frameda.

If you can return something by behaving like one or two dishes, it would be cheap as a reward.

It is true that in my diet, which was full of convenience store lunches, I was hungry for warm prepared dishes.... Though I didn't expect to make it myself.

The kitchenette, which was small but equipped with all the features, surprisingly contained a whole range of cookware and seasonings.

... and all the cookware is brand new, and the seasonings are just uncut.

"You don't cook, but what's with all this richness..."

Speaking of my brother letting his brother handle the meal, he was working on math assignments at the counter. I guess it's because it's clever to be able to imitate having a conversation while solving a problem, but he's not willing to help cook.

"I was going to have it made when you came to school, and I was ready."

"... are you willing to let my brother down?"

My brother continues the conversation as he spells out the sarcasm and formula in his notebook.... I'm sincerely wondering what's going on in that head.

"I want to eat your handicraft."

You solved it, face up from your notebook and smile.

"I'm happy to have a good cook brother."

"... Soudesca. Yokatta Desne"

The truth is that the sharpened rice is better cooked by soaking it in water for a while before cooking, but due to lack of time, I skipped the itinerary there and pressed the cooking switch.

Expect the performance of the machine, as it is the most expensive and up-to-date cooker from a well-known manufacturer.

The chicken is cut in and sprinkled with herb salt on both sides to soothe the flavor. In the meantime, I worked on preparing side dishes.

Peel the potatoes and cut them into easy sizes as the fire passes, cut the carrots into rings, and wash the spinach while the water is boiling in the pan.

"You're still a knife man in love. You're handy, and I'm glad you're here to make it every day."

"Asshole unplugged"

I cut off my brother's crap as I poured water on the spinach.

My brother, who does basically everything cleverly, but doesn't cook.

I didn't do it in my previous life, and not in this world.

They don't feel like cooking because the perception that cooking is something they're going to cook, has taken root. What a celebrity race.

Until my father remarried, I was told that someone who was going to "help" went to the Thousand Wings house and took care of my meals and other chores.

Ever since remarriage, everyone has done more or less of the house thing on Mother's initiative.

It's just that when it came to cooking, it was my mother, or - I made it.

Both my father and brother would eat what we made more deliciously than the dishes served in any fancy restaurant, so it was worth making.

Not that I or my mother's cooking skills are particularly good.

I prefer to make things that are easier and quicker than hands-on dishes. Very common home cooking.

Even though it's just a commoner's menu, at the beginning of the remarriage, my mother and I tasted the unparalleled complexion of being praised for saying that the dishes lined up at the house table were a treat better for them than any restaurant's. But it would be a lie when it comes to whether their words were not at all pleasing. I would love to be praised, and on the contrary, I would be sad to be denigrated. People's minds are simple.

It was a long time after the month that I realized that it might have been my father's concern to rejoice in handicrafts because my mother, who had married a thousand wings, would have had some pressure.

Place the cooked chicken sautéed on a plate in a frying pan with olive oil until the skin is tightly colored and place on the counter.

The topping was accompanied by steamed potatoes and carrots with chicken.

Soak the spinach in a small bowl.

I also made consomme soup with bacon and extra vegetables, so pour that into a cup too.

It was my brother who prepared cutlery, drinks, etc. I used to help out at home other than cooking.

The rice is cooked, and my brother and I go shoulder to shoulder at the counter to make dinner of our own.

Easy and fast home cooking. Even appearances lack glamour.

Still, the chicken sautéed with my hands is quite roasted, and the skin is crisp, and the juicy, moist teeth inside are exquisite.

The better saltiness and the refreshing aroma of herbs also play a role in enhancing the richness of the chicken.

When I found my favorite herbal salt on the shelf, I was secretly tense.

Even if that's a tool to make me cook.

"... How's the Nishi-kyu-kyu-hui lamp?

My brother told me that he was so hungry that he was dedicated to eating in silence.

I knew I would be asked beforehand, so I answer with my normal heart.

"This evening, they're going to keep the medical building."

- After that, it was not the gentle Yaguchi health doctor on the puffy cheek who was relative to the Demon King back in the medical room, but another health doctor named Sadaharu (Sasakura), who was tall and strong when he did it.

They have two schooldoctors working at the school and are on a two-shift basis.

I didn't know because I didn't have much to take care of before.

... because even if I was injured, it was more overwhelming to take care of my brother than a schooldoctor.

The Demon King was forcibly imprisoned in a private room with an external key to the medical building by his strong health care physician.

If you go home fluttered with the phrase that caused the escape after the later found blood test results weren't very fragrant, then maybe we won't have a way to do that either.

I had to include saying again so that the Demon King wouldn't get out of it: "This evening... or stay here and take good care of me until I'm feeling better and allowed to move from my teacher".

... If the Demon King cares about it, whether it's locked or the iron lattice fits, he can force the sabotage work out under "force," and more importantly, he'll have trouble falling down again.

Besides, I'd rather not be beside myself right now. Something made me feel safer about being in the care of the medical building.

"You're not here.... Are you so worried about him? I heard it was anemic."

"Who told you that? It's a waste of information..."

I didn't remember telling my brother about the Demon King's medical condition, so I guess he heard it from someone else but me.

My brother's information network in the school is disdainful. Still, you must not have reached the point where he is a former demon king.

My brother speaks of the question that proves it.

"Who is he"

"... I told you he was my classmate"

"You know about that, don't you?

He doesn't mean anything to me.

I would never let that mean anything else.

He's just a pimp in this world who doesn't know anything about himself.

My brother's serious eyes, who had already finished eating and placed his chopsticks, pour on my side.

"You're a strong man."

"Sometimes…" my brother continued, still ignoring the stiffness wrapped voice.

"You're gonna want to lock you up somewhere."

"Am I a beast?"

"... that's not what I meant"

I hear a sigh of tiredness, I follow you, and I regret turning my gaze.

... is it the addition or subtraction of light? The appearance of his brother, who smiled faintly with his eyes closed, appeared to be very unreliable and lost his words.