17 17 Angels and superb cuisine (2/2)
The maker would be anxious and concerned if he didn't show it to his face even if he thought it was delicious. Sometimes I wonder if it's really delicious when they say it's faceless and delicious.
Rather than that, it would be better for both sides to put what they honestly feel on their faces and put it into words. Being thankful or appreciated is better.
”... right”
He was convinced of Zhou's words. Midday smiles just a little.
A carefree, soft-minded grin with relief was adorable enough to make you abandon all thoughts around you for a moment.
”... Fujimiya?
”Oh... nothing”
Being watched, there was no way I could say, Zhou carried the dinner into his mouth to deceive him by hiding the shame that floated twitchy.
”... Welcome”
”Thank you very much.”
When Zhou, who has beautifully flattened the arranged dishes, tells them satisfactorily, he returns pale at midday.
However, the expression was mild, and he seemed pleased that he had given it to his stomach without leaving a single grain of rice.
”It was good”
”If you look, you'll see.”
”You're better than my mother.”
”It seems taboo to compare a woman's hand cooking to her mother's.”
”What if I don't? Do you care?
”I don't care, though.”
”See you then. It doesn't change the fact it's good.”
Midday cooking is skillful enough not to be cultivated with a bit or softly cooking experience.
Perhaps Zhou's mother has a better cooking experience, but because of different flavoring preferences and a lot of clutter, it doesn't come true for the calculated midday flavor.
My father cooks better than my mother in the first place, so I can't help it compared to my mother.
”... No, I'm not too happy. You can eat it every day.”
”Unless you have business on both sides.”
”… Is this really okay for your company every day?”
”If you don't like it, I'm not suggesting it.”
”Well, I guess so.”
I know a lot that I won't tell you in the first place if you don't like it because it's a frank midday thing, but I still wonder if you can really make it.
I also pay labor in addition to half the cost of materials, but I still didn't feel too burdened at midday.
”... Normal, make it into a man you don't even like?
”It's because you're so unreasonable. Besides, I like to make them myself, and I don't hate watching you eat them looking delicious”
”But...”
”... if you care that much, you don't have to make it as far as I'm concerned, do you?
”No, make it, please”
I answered immediately because that's all I need and prefer to cook around midday.
When the midday dish is taken away from the current circumference, it develops into a dead and alive issue.
I was aware that they were holding my stomach, but the problem is that the midday dishes are too delicious. This was going to be a tasteless day as soon as I got back to the vegetables and I was scared.
At midday, when Zhou's palpable reply gave him what a frightened face, he gave a look similar to a bitter smile.
”Then take it honestly”
”... oops”
What a day of companionship with a merciful angel was still going on, and it was Zhou who had to sigh with delight and guilt and anticipation.