6 06 Grace from heaven that it is a recommendation (2/2)

I don't even feel like the words have a slight toge, but midday is purely worrying me for some reason, because I know, so there's no reason to poke it all out.

In the first place, I couldn't help but be told that I was falling with the clutter in the room even when I was nursing.

Zhou, who can't argue with distorting his expression, closes his lips upside down and receives a tapper from his midday hand.

The warmth coming through the palm of my hand was a delight at this time of year when it was getting cold.

”... so can I eat this”

”If I don't need it, I'll handle it.”

”No, I'll be thankful. You don't normally eat angelic handcooking.”

”... stop that, really”

According to the common name at school to make fun of all the fun, the pale cheeks became reddish with clarity.

Personally, he can't help but be ashamed of being called an angel. Zhou definitely doesn't like it if he's in that position, so it's obvious if you take it for granted.

Zhou spilled a grin at the midday appearance of a grudge looking up at her cheeks with a slight tear.

”I'm sorry, I won't tell you anymore”

It's not a good idea to tease them too much, as it's obvious that this will definitely damage their mood any longer. In the first place, it wouldn't be a good idea to overdo it because you're not that close.

He doesn't even want to be told any more at midday, and claims he really coughed up and got back on his mind.

The cheeks were subtly red, so it didn't look very unusual wind.

”Well, I appreciate this. Don't worry about what happened back then.”

”Nothing, that was offset by nursing. This is my self-satisfaction… I just wondered if I could see you weren't living a locked life.”

”Seems so.”

I've only been seen pitiful, so maybe it's natural for me to make that kind of decision.

I couldn't hide it anymore because I would still see all the rolling hallways behind the perimeter, and everything was seen when I was up in nursing.

”... you eat properly and live a regular life, don't you?

”Ouch.”

At midday, when I had been teaching him great seriousness, Zhou penetrated a little tired.

Zhou, who returned home with the recommendations he had received, sat down on the couch in the living room with the installments he had received in the supermarket.

I got pushed at midday, but what about the flavor to fulfill?

I think the porridge was delicious. The tongue was dull due to a slight cold, but the porridge, which would have been cooked thoroughly from raw rice, tasted gently and gently stained on the stomach.

Probably good cooking at midday from what I've seen of that, but what about it actually?

Open the tupper lid with some anticipation and hesitation and it smells like a simmer, even if it drifts fluffy.

Some root vegetables and chicken were cooked. The color of the broth was slightly diluted, showing bright carrot colors and decorated sayamane well.

The colorful pieces, sized and cut into bites, made me wonder if I still had the appetite for the periphery, which I only ate jelly.

Quickly crack the split quickly and carry the radishes to your mouth first.

”Yum.”

Because of the flavor, it came out immediately.

It looks like a health-oriented midday, seasoning is slightly diluted and flavored with stock. Nor would that be commercially available granules, which would have been taken exactly from bonito and kelp. The flavour is completely different.

Stock and seasonings that when chewed, spread softly in the mouth, and the natural flavour of the vegetables.

The vegetable flavour was being used to improve the flavour, and the flavour-stained stew was very delicious even in the periphery where I didn't really like it and consume the vegetables.

Eat the vegetables mainly, just to say, chicken with a slightly modest and plump finish without any cladding. There is no point in complaining other than quantity.

Some choices are plain and sinister for high school girls to make, but the power of the maker is well understood.

Let's say it tastes far removed from what freshly remembered to cook.

I wish I had rice and miso soup or soy sauce for this, but I haven't cooked raw rice... or even let the rice cut, so I don't even get a whisper of hope.

Even now, I regretted that I should have bought a Retreat rice pack.

”Awesome angel”

Zhou praised the study, exercise and housework in general for being perfectly able to do it, perhaps in a way he might not like if he heard it, beating his tongue on the ideal flavored stewed root vegetables without stopping his hands.