Chapter 209: Parents’ Whereabouts (2/2)

“Shuuto-san promised that he will teach me how to cook with that motherly taste. I did not expect the opportunity to arrive so soon.”

“Guys have a motherly taste…well, I guess I’m more used to dad’s cooking.”

Shihoko and Shuuto would take turns deciding on who to cook, and they split duties. Amane was very familiar with their styles, but Shihoko’s dishes were more masculine in taste, servings and ingredients, so while it was home cooking, it did not feel like it.

Shuuto’s culinary skills were better, delicate, and more comforting. One would say his cooking were more suited to be called home cooking.

However, Mahiru’s culinary skills were supreme to begin with, and there was no need for her to learn…it seemed she was very motivated, for she was concerned about learning the Fujimiyas’ style of home cooking.

“I’m happy with your cooking, you know?”

“These are two separate matters. I wish to cook for you when you wish to eat.”

“I see…well, I feel that your cooking is kind of like ours. You don’t have to force yourself to learn.”

“……And you carelessly blurted out these words.”

One day, or rather, at this point, Amane’s stomach was taken captive by her cooking. He knew he could get good dishes from her every day, and her cooking was undoubtedly his family’s. It was one beloning only to them, distinct from the Fujimiyas.

It was not the season of bloom, but her face bloomed like the cherry blossoms. She took the used wet wet tissue, and used it on Amane, wanting him to have the same color.

Amane saw that the yakisoba on the lap was about to fall, so he moved them aside, and patted her head.

Her hair formed a gentle gradient as she had tied it the entire morning. The hair was loosened, and so her face ballooned.

“…Do you assume that you can fool me through headpats?”

“No, but I think you’ll be happy.”

“This is no good either.”

She pretended to be aloof, but her face was wrecked by redness. Amane quietly chuckled as he gently patted her head, combing her hair.