3 03 Dear Angel, I will see to it (2/2)
However, the midday, now so slightly ashamed and panicked, was somehow showing humanity and strangely adorable.
”... Then why don't we just go get the porridge?
”Yes, I will, even if they don't say so”
However, I wasn't honestly in the mood to say she was cute, and when I said it, I swallowed my thoughts because she was definitely going to be seen with weird eyes.
If you say that like you don't seem interested, you leave the room early enough at midday.
Was it brought on somewhat because of the upset or the mess in the room? Probably the latter.
After blurry dropping it off, Zhou breathed less than a sigh to see why this had happened again.
(... well, I guess it's from a sense of responsibility and guilt)
Normally, you wouldn't think of going up to a man's house that you don't know well and going to see him. Because if you get attacked, it matters.
She was so sick that she chose to see her doctor until she took that risk. Plus, it may have been a reassuring factor because Zhou's attitude seemed obviously uninteresting.
Whatever it is, he has no choice but to see me at midday, I'm sure.
”... but I brought it”
If I waited with my head floating with sushi fever to think about it, the door would be knocked reluctantly.
Apparently, he was worried about getting his clothes ready. At midday when he didn't try to get in, now speaking of which, it was to gauge the heat that he loosened his clothes, I recall.
”I haven't measured the heat yet.”
”Measure it while I'm gone...”
”Sorry, I was confused”
Apologize honestly and pinch the thermometer aside, the less the slightly creeping electronic sound will flow.
If you lift it up and look at the screen, it will appear thirty-eight degrees and three minutes. Not enough to go to the hospital, but that was a pretty high number.
When I call out, ”That's good,” at midday, when I get my clothes done and still don't try to come in, I come in with a basin full of earthen pots.
I guess I'm visibly relieved because my clothes are fixed.
”How many times was it”
”Thirty-eight degrees and three minutes. If you take your pills and go to sleep, you'll be cured.”
”... over-the-counter drugs are only symptomatic treatments, and they don't exorcise the virus itself, do they? Rest your body and get your immune system to work properly.”
Although I got a little novel, I was somewhat tickled because I could tell it was out of concern.
At all, at midday when I sighed, I placed a pot of soil for every basin on the side table and opened the lid.
Inside, porridge with plums. Consider the strain on the stomach. It seems to be a multi-eyed moisture content rather than whole porridge, which would be about seven minutes of porridge.
Is it because I hear that plums are better for colds than flavors?
There is no hot air, but the warmth is conveyed slightly, so it was intentionally cooled rather than freshly made, and so on.
He stares at the porridge and pours porridge into the porridge handily at midday. She was gently loosening the fruit, but the seeds were carefully removed, and the light red body mixed in with the white.
”Go ahead, 'cause it's probably not hot.”
”Mm-hmm.”
Though I received it, I am also surprised at midday around watching the porridge still holding the spoon.
”... what, are you telling me to feed you? I don't accept that service.”
”Because nobody said it.... No, you can cook too.”
”I live alone, so it's natural.”
It was a painful word for Zhou, who had not been able to live properly.
”... you should clear your room first before cooking”
”You're welcome.”
He found out what he was thinking, so Zhou spooned the porridge into his mouth to delude him with a gentle groan, as he quickly stabbed the nail at midday.
The taste of thick porridge spreading across the tongue is still modest in salt, taking advantage of the taste of rice.
However, the mellow acidity and saltiness of the loose plums tighten the flavor to achieve just the right balance.
I didn't really like salty plum dried around, but the mild acidity with a slight sweetness was the taste I preferred, and I wanted to put it on white rice or make it tea as it were if it were healthy.
”Good.”
”Thanks for that. It's porridge, so whoever makes it doesn't change that much.”
Fine. It was midday when I returned it with my face, but I have a faint grin.
I stared at the contained smile of relief that I saw occasionally at school, different from the smile on the outside.
”... Fujimiya?
”No, it's nothing”
It's kind of unbearable that the soft grin that just floated for a moment quickly disappeared.
I thought so, but I didn't say it, and Zhou carried the porridge into his mouth in a way that was also delusional.