Angel's Cooking Class

"The first cooking class by Mahirun!"

　To Chitose, who declared with a rhythm and momentum that seemed to be playing BGM like a cooking program that can be completed in a few minutes, Zhou looked at her without trying to hide her troublesomeness.

　It was decided that the cooking class would be held at noon on the first day of Golden Week. The venue was Zhou's house.

　The reason is simple, because it is a place where midday and Chitose can easily gather and Zhou can enter.

　Chitose's family is in Chitose's house, so they can't make a fuss, and Zhou's house is reluctant to enter in the middle of the day, so they settled in Zhou's house.

　Chitose, who wore an apron, said, "Yes!" In the middle of the day, he was also wearing an apron and was smiling wryly next to Chitose.

"We have invited Mahiru Shiina as a lecturer!"

"I'm not inviting you, you're being invited to this house."

"And the poisonous taste... We have invited Mr. Shu Fujimiya, who is more picky about taste than others."

"That's noisy. Also, this is my home."

"I'm not feeling well anymore"

　It's just that he hasn't been able to keep up with Chitose's excitement since the morning.

　The current time is just after 9am.

　We decided to gather at this time because the cooking class was scheduled to coincide with lunch.

　It's fine, but Chitose's tension is painful because she wakes up relatively.

"...I'm sorry, this morning..."

"No, it's fine. I can have lunch made for you. Well, by the way, please keep an eye on Chitose to make sure she doesn't bring in anything strange."

"I don't trust you"

"Don't you forget your Valentine's criminal record...?"

　I'll never forget the taste of the chocolate she made as a prank.

　Of course, the ones with nothing in them were delicious, but the outstanding taste of the other ones was so shocking that I can still remember it.

　Chitose said he could eat it normally, but he couldn't trust his sense of taste.

"Ahaha, that's just a prank.

"That's probably what I'm worried about, you idiot. …Please make me something I can eat."

"Seems like you know"

　I felt a little uneasy about Chitose, who rolled up his sleeves and said confidently, but Zhou decided to watch over him, believing that midday would do something about it.

　Mahiru doesn't compromise when it comes to feeding people, and since it's a classroom, he's in the mood to make a proper meal, so it'll probably be okay.

　Accompanied by Chitose, I'm talking to the kitchen of my home, which I know without permission, about today's menu and what seems to be the name of the dish.

　By the way, for lunch today I'm going to make quiche, salad, shrimp bisque, and sauté with the leftover shrimp. It seems that Zhou's request to eat shrimp was met.

　Well, with this, it shouldn't fail much, but I'm worried that Chitose will put strange ingredients in the quiche.

"... I feel like I'm being questioned..."

　I sat down on the sofa, looking away from Chitose, who had a displeased expression on her face as if she had noticed that I had cast doubt in her gaze.

　To be honest, I was called to be a taster...or rather, I have nothing to do.

　It's not impossible to help Mahiru, but that's Chitose's role, and since Mahiru has instructed Shu to stay seated, she can't move.

　So I had a lot of free time.

　When I looked in the kitchen, two girls in aprons started cooking while talking to each other.

　Even though they're on different vectors, they're both beautiful girls, and I stare at them absent-mindedly, thinking that men would be jealous of them wearing aprons and cooking at their own house.

　Worried again that that mischievous cat would do something, Zhou slowly closed his eyes in idleness.

　It will take several hours anyway, so it doesn't matter if you sleep a little. After all, it's my home, so there's no one to blame... only around noon.

　Kua, with a small yawn, Zhou entrusted his body to the sofa.