Chapter 32: The Angel and the Blissful Taste (1/2)

“…Haa, it’s delicious.”

Mahiru’s cooking was delicious, as usual.

It was Christmas, so the dishes served were a little more intricate.

The beef stew Mahiru made was converted into a pot pie, and they were slicing and eating it.

They enjoying cutting the pie, the crispiness matched with the rich sauce of the beef stew could only be said to be a blissful moment.

It appeared Mahiru bought flour just for the pie, and he was impressed by her outstanding skills, letting out a sigh after eating the second cake for the day.

Just to note, the cake was baked by Mahiru.

While baking the pot pie, she used said flour to combine with a sweet dough, making mille-feuille. She was already at the level of a pâtissier.

“Glad to see you like it…you ate quite a lot.”

“Nn. they’re really delicious.”

“Thank you very much.”

He was getting used to her smile.

She would smile whenever he praised her cooking, and so it became a daily routine.

It seemed Amane had a special privilege to see a much tender expression from her, and he felt ticklish.

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“…Omelette rice tomorrow…I’m looking forward to it.”

“You like that?”

“Anything with eggs.”

“You really like eggs, I suppose…I remembered you wolfing down the egg rolls and such.”

“Can’t help it, it’s delicious.”

Even though he liked egg dishes, he would not eat them if they were not delicious. He had such an appetite because Mahiru’s cooking was really delicious.

He felt it was excessive of him to be this selfish, but Amane had no intention of sharing Mahiru’s cooking with anyone else, and would continue to enjoy it until she would stop.

“…Amane-kun, you look happy when you eat.”

“Well. I am happy. Your cooking’s really delicious, Mahiru.”

“Thank you for the compliments, but this happiness sure is small.”

“No, it’s high praise…understand your own worth…”

After all, it was that Angel’s cooking, and some boys would have dreamed to have the privilege to taste it.

“It is something I do every day though.”

“But I’m still very happy with that.”

“…Really?”

“Of course. I get to eat good food every day.”

Amane himself had little material desire, and a stronger desire for food. His biggest happiness was to be able to eat fresh, delicious food every day.

“How are you able to make such dishes?”

“Someone who once took care of me said, if you want someone who can give you happiness, capture the stomach.”

“Sorry for letting you capture my stomach.”

“Just think of it as practice.”