This is Hell's Kitchen

　　That's right, that's how the routine goes.

　　Fumino didn't refuse, but rolled up her sleeves and agreed.

　　The two completely ignored Shinichi, shooed him out of the kitchen, made him a cup of tea and asked him to wait outside, then started discussing rules.

　　Shinichi couldn't complain, and only drank tea and read books to pass the time.

　　Although his expectations weren't high, to be honest, he was quite curious about what kind of food these two people could cook.

　　And for some reason, Shinichi always felt that Fumino was deliberately trying to persuade Miku to fight her.

　　Could it be that her cooking skills are different from barbecue skills, but she actually really good?

　　It was also in line with the virtuous and unpretentious temperament she showed from time to time...

　　Shinichi has no intention of stopping this fight that might cost Miku. On this boring evening, a few harmless jokes can liven things up.

　　After all, in a cooking battle, as long as the kitchen wasn't blown up, nothing big would happen.

　　Even if Fumino did win, according to what Shinichi heard, Miku just wanted to clean up all the used pots and pans.

　　So, he made the most wrong choice of his life.

　　He watched as the two girls began their cooking duel.

　　Fumino tied the side ponytail into a long ponytail, and she put on her apron skillfully.

　　After that, she turned to Shinichi outside the kitchen and smiled.

　　It's like a couple who have been married for five years and still love each other, relying only on tacit understanding.

　 Shinichi felt a slight heat in his chest, so he immediately looked at Miku.

　　With her headphones off, her hair tied up in a bun and hanging down her chest, she was actually more mature than Fumino and had more of a wifely aura.

　　It's just that she is a little awkward when she ties the apron. She looks like a newlywed wife who just got married not long ago.

　　Fumino saw that Shinichi didn't even look at the gesture she had so bravely put together, but looked at Miku with a satisfied smile, and her other hand subconsciously touched the kitchen knife, and there was a grievance in her heart.

　　As a result, all the materials in her hands were damaged.

It made one wonder if it was cutting vegetables or cutting people, but Miku on the other hand was careful when handling kitchen utensils.

　　Obviously, the two were cooking while looking at the recipe on their phones.

　　To prevent someone from accidentally throwing a knife and hurting passersby, Shinichi went upstairs to read a book for a bit, and then came downstairs when he sensed that they might be done.

　　Certainly not because of a strong desire to survive.

　　However, when he returned to the living room, he deeply regretted why he had not been watching them from the sidelines.

　Have you ever seen hell?

　　At this time, Shinichi saw hell's kitchen.

　　He didn't even want to ask, but when the messy pots and pans, flour and egg liquid everywhere, and the smell of burning that spread throughout the house set into the image of crashing hell, he started to feel dizzy.

　　Then he couldn't help thinking of a question.

　　"Why do humans always hurt each other?"

　　And when the two bowls of "food" were placed before his eyes, he understood a truth.

　　"Life is short, but one dinner."

Shinichi raised his head and looked at Miku.

　　"What's this?"

　　Miku looked away: "Omurice."

　　"... Omurice with chocolate bar and strawberry Daifuku?" Is it so childish?

　　"...Accidentally added too much soy sauce, it's a bit salty."

　　Miku explained, but her expression became even more gloomy and... It seemed she also knew that what she was making looked more like a chemical weapon than cooking.

　　Shinichi then turned to Fumino, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "... Furuhashi, is this your confidence dish?"

　　Fumino looked simple and virtuous, but what she served up was fried fish that seemed to be taken out by an obscure character from ancient times and whispered ecstatic spells.

　　"Hmm..." Fumino suddenly sobbed, with tears welling up in her eyes, and crouched down covering her face, crying loudly.

　　"Ahhhhhhhh~ I'm sorry! This girl is so good-for-nothing, I've never cooked except for household economics, but I thought I could make something just by following a recipe, and I displayed an embarrassing sense of self-confidence. Looks like I'm the one who looks down on the culinary world, I'm dumber than a donkey, worse than a paramecium!"

　　"Enough is enough, let me burn my body with fire, and vent all your anger on me who is just an incompetent person! The world only needs Furuhashi Fumino's ashes! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh—"

　　"Stop, why do you even remember Cthulhu's sacrifice spell so clearly!"

　　Stopping her frenzied behavior, Shinichi sighed.

　　There was still a violent storm outside the house, and occasional rumbling sounds. However, at this time, Shinichi would rather go outside and be exposed to the wind and rain than to watch the two girls feel sad for their failure.

　　He glanced at the two plates on the table, and stood up.

　　"Forget it, clean up the kitchen, I'll do it."

　　At this time, if he said to cook instant noodles to eat, it might just aggravate the injury, and let the two people's noodle soup mix with the bitterness and salty tears, it was better not to do it.

　　Having experienced it once, Shinichi already knew how to deal with this situation.

　　"Who will give me an apron?"

　　There were only two aprons in his house, and now both were worn.

　　"Asada-san is really good at cooking..."

　　"Accident..."

　　The two girls came out of their dejected state, and after being shocked, they obediently took off their aprons and handed them over together.

　　The two girls looked at each other, their hands stretched out in front of them, as if they considered this to be the second war.

　　Shinichi took both of them angrily, putting them on at the same time.

　　"What are you fighting for? Quickly clean the kitchen! From now on, you will be my assistant. Pay close attention and learn!"

　　"Oh..."

　　The two returned to the kitchen languidly and began to clean up the mess.