A Story About a Blonde Gal Angel Who Excessively Praises My Cooking. After Asking Me to Teach Her How to Cook, Feelings of Mutual Love Began to Grow - Chapter 3-4

Chapter 3: Egg Dishes (1)

“Master! Hey! Come on in!!”

“…Sorry, I made a mistake.”

“You’re right! You’re right!! This is my house!!”

It was the first day off since high school started.

Having no memories of visiting friends’ houses, I was now at the house of Miu Amatsuka.

Welcoming me was Amatsuka-san, dressed in a casual outfit that looked like a naked apron (shorts and a tank top) and black-framed glasses.

Her casual outfit and apron somewhat emphasized her chest, making me look away awkwardly.

“…Um, this.”

“You don’t need to worry about it. Thanks, Motobu-kun.”

“No problem.”

I handed over the cake I had bought.

When I asked Chika if there was any etiquette for visiting someone’s house, she said to bring sweets, so I bought one.

I had been misled by some net users who said that giving high-end sushi or a bouquet was proper etiquette, so I’ve decided not to ask them about manners in the future.

“Well then, please come to the living room, Master.”

“Ah, okay.”

Walking to the living room while feeling uneasy.

The faint scent of Amatsuka-san made me re-evaluate my current situation and feel bewildered.

…I want to go home…

“You said I didn’t need to shop, but is that alright?”

“Ah, yes. No problem.”

I had already asked about the contents of the refrigerator and, after all, today was mostly about observing Amatsuka-san’s cooking methods and utensils.

It was best to make it quick, say something that seemed appropriate, and go home as soon as possible.

I couldn’t handle being alone with such a beautiful girl.

“Alright! Let’s get started, Master!!”

“Ah, okay.”

I put down my bags, tied on a waist apron, and entered the kitchen.

“Today, we will have Amatsuka Amatsuka make an omelet.”

“…An omelet…”

I could tell to what extent she could cook with just one omelet.

That said, I’m not a professional, and what I know is whether she has studied enough.

Nowadays, you can easily watch professional techniques online, and omelets are particularly tricky with heat control.

“Um… Master.”

Amatsuka-san showed me her phone screen with a lack of confidence.

It was probably an omelet she had made before.

“…Alright. For now, please try making it in front of me.”

…It looked like an omelet that was about to become dark matter.

“I-I’ll do my best!!”

Amatsuka-san clenched her fists, full of determination.

With her long golden hair tied back in a ponytail, she started cooking.

“Here I go! Ah, t! …Here I go, whoa! Is this bad?! To!! …It’s done.”

Amatsuka-san wiped the sweat from her forehead with a refreshing smile.

Her sense of accomplishment was uplifting.

The omelet looked much better than the image I had seen. It still had some yellow parts.

“Let’s try it.”

“Please, Master.”

It was just past noon.

Watching someone cook always makes you hungry.

“…………”

Amatsuka-san looked at me with anxious eyes.

Please stop looking at me with eyes like a “puppy about to be abandoned.”

“……………………”

What should I do, it’s normal.

It tastes about like what an average person would make.

Considering the definition of an omelet, it’s not quite right, but within the scope of egg dishes, it’s edible.

Honestly, after seeing the crispy fried egg from the other day, I thought it would be hopeless, but the omelet is more decent.

“It’s delicious.”

“Really?!”

“But it might not be an omelet, though…”

“Geez…”

“Miu Amatsuka?! Please don’t lose hope!”

Ah… Amatsuka-san is turning completely white…

But it can’t be helped.

The texture is more like a thick tamagoyaki than an omelet.

“But Amatsuka-san, it’s okay. You have room for improvement!!”

“……R-Really?”

Are you tearing up, Amatsuka-san…

Trying to console her while avoiding her revealing chest, I felt a pang of guilt.

I don’t know why, but I want to die from guilt.

“…I-I’ll make the next one, so please watch.”

I probably can’t explain it with words.

So, I have to show her and let her learn.

…Well, I’m supposed to be a master after all.

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Chapter 4: Egg Dishes (2)

An omelet is a very simple dish.

In terms of ingredients, just eggs are enough.

“First, let’s beat the eggs.”

Break three eggs into a bowl, season them, and mix the yolks and whites thoroughly.

“Using a whisk is fine, but if you want to make a clean omelet, try not to incorporate too much air, as it can cause uneven cooking.”

Hold the bowl firmly and use the whisk’s tip to rub the bottom of the bowl as you mix the eggs.

“I thought whipping was the way to go~”

“It gives the impression of a fluffy texture, but air bubbles can cause holes due to heat expansion.”

Since I’m not a professional chef, I’m just passing along what I’ve heard.

I want to make it look good for Instagram, so it’s a bit tricky to get it just right.

Moreover, Amatsuka-san is very interested and right next to me.

In this chaotic kitchen, Amatsuka-san’s scent overpowers the smell of eggs.

“Once you finish mixing, pour some vegetable oil into a heated pan.”

“Why is there a damp cloth next to you?”

Amatsuka-san asked, tilting her head.

Her casual gestures are quite cute, Amatsuka-san.

“Omelets are very sensitive to heat. Since my home uses a regular stove instead of an induction cooktop, it’s more difficult.”

“So even Master finds it hard to control the heat. I see.”

Amatsuka-san seems to be taking the “Master” thing seriously, but is she really that motivated?

Or is she genuinely serious? I can’t tell.

While Amatsuka-san takes notes, I stir the beaten eggs in the pan, like making scrambled eggs.

“Try to imagine making fine scrambled eggs while mixing. It helps make the final shape nicer.”

“Appearance is important!”

“With an induction cooktop, it’s more difficult than usual.”

“Here’s where the damp cloth comes in?”

After mixing, I placed the pan on the damp cloth for a few seconds.

“Cooking for a few seconds creates a skin on the surface. The damp cloth prevents the residual heat from continuing to cook it.”

“Wow.”

It seems she doesn’t quite understand. I’ll need to explain more later.

“Next, we fold it.”

Switching from chopsticks to a spatula, I moved on to the folding step.

Professional chefs might use chopsticks alone, but it’s not something amateurs can easily replicate.

Additionally, cooking professionally means working quickly under time constraints.

My goal is to make it as simple as possible for Amatsuka-san.

Actually, if it’s just for Instagram, the cooking process doesn’t matter as long as it looks good.

“Wow! It’s amazing, Master! It’s so yellow!! And no burnt spots!”

“Don’t relax just yet.”

Tilt the pan to shape the omelet and flip it over.

“Before flipping, if you shift the seam to face up, the finished product will look nicer.”

“Oh, I see. Maybe because it’s still soft inside? The seam shifts easily.”

“When flipping, be careful not to do it too roughly like fried rice, or the omelet’s skin might tear.”

“A disaster!!”

“Yes, it’s a disaster. So, imagine flipping it like turning a card.”

Flipping requires practice.

Amatsuka-san will need to do her best here.

“So beautiful!!”

“After flipping, heat the seam side a bit to close it, then flip it again and carefully place it on the plate.”

After flipping twice and aligning the seam with the bottom of the plate, place it carefully.

Tilt the plate so the omelet settles nicely.

“It’s done.”

“Master, it’s amazing! It looks so perfect, like a food sample! It’s so smooth and jiggly, it’s like perfect skin!!”

The plate has a beautiful, yellow omelet with no seams or burnt spots.

“Master! Can I take a picture?!”

“Go ahead.”

“This is insane, Master! I’ve never been this excited about an omelet before!!”

After taking plenty of pictures, Amatsuka-san just quietly stared at me.

…She looks like a dog waiting for a treat.

It might be fun to tease her a bit, but I haven’t finished explaining yet.

“I’m going to cut it in half now.”

“Omelet…”

I cut the omelet and showed her the cross-section.

“Remember how I talked about the damp cloth?”

“Yeah.”

“By cutting off the residual heat, you can protect the creamy inside.”

“Master! You’re really amazing!!”

“Let’s eat.”

“Yayyyyyyy!!”

Amatsuka-san raised her hands in joy, and I couldn’t help but glance at her sides, quickly looking away.

I hope I won’t get caught or anything. I hope everything’s okay.

“Let’s eat!! Mmm, it’s so good~”

Amatsuka-san placed her hand on her cheek and smiled happily.

“It’s so smooth and the texture is amazing. The scrambled eggs are flowing into my mouth, and it feels so good! It’s melting away~”

“Feel free to add ketchup if you like.”

“It’s delicious! If Motobu-kun was a girl, I’d want to marry him!”

“Thanks.”

It seems I’ve captured Amatsuka-san’s heart.

To be honest, I thought today’s cooking class might have gone a bit off-topic, it’s okay.

Amatsuka-san is happy.