Chapter 60: Attack of the Lunch onto the Boyfriend’s Friend (2/2)

“Do not worry. I did agree to it.”

Mahiru walked towards the fridge with ingredients in hand, and whispered with a voice for Amane to hear as she passed him.

It seemed she saw the little uneasiness Amane had. The latter showed a wry smile as he watched her back while she stuffed the dinner ingredients into the fridge.

“I’m looking forward to Mahirun’s cooking~” Chitose grinned away as she sat next to Itsuki, clinging onto him. Having lost a place to sit, Amane went to the kitchen.

“Need me to help with anything?”

“…Amane-kun, you cannot cook, no?”

She called his name with a soft voice that could not be heard from the living room, and he showed a wry smile.

“I can at least chop some vegetables, you know? Actually, I can do some simple things if I have the instructions. I did do it before you once.”

“…Please assist me then. You will feel unbearable being over there, no?”

“You really understand me. Those two are too lovey-dovey.”

He shrugged, and washed his hands at the basin.

He could not provide Mahiru with much assistance, but it did not mean he knew nothing about cooking. At the very least, he could help her weigh, or prepare other things, and for the time being , there was a lover forcefield behind him, so he might as well assist Mahiru.

“Anyway, what’s for lunch?”

“Omelette rice, green potage, and some salad. Chitose-san says she wants the omelette half cooked, so that she can cut it with a knife and let it flow out.”

“Great.”

“You really like egg dishes.”

“Eggs are great. The egg dishes you make are the best, I’m looking forward to it.”

None of Mahiru’s cooking were bad in any way, no exceptions, and Amane especially enjoyed her egg dishes, which he really loved. The beef stew omelette rice he had the large time was a masterpiece, and he believed that he would not get sick of it even if he ate it every day.

Nice request Chitose, he thought as he quietly motioned a thumbs up in his heart, happily weighedfour persons’ worth of rice, only to see Mahiru rooted before the freezer.

“What now?”

“…I am glad to hear you say that, but do not attack so suddenly.”

“What’s going on?”

“You do not need to know.”

Hmph, she suddenly turned her head aside, and began chopping the ingredients for the soup. Amane tilted his head in confusion.

“They aren’t dating when they’re already like that? I don’t get them.”

“Seriously~”