When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 7.1: Home-cooked meals made by girls are delicious. Part -1.

Home-cooked meals made by girls are delicious. Part -1.

Sizzle, sizzle…

I hear an unfamiliar sound of cooking from the kitchen.

Sajou-san, who had pulled out a cute frilly apron from somewhere, was in the midst of preparing dinner.

“Since I’m indebted to you today,”

She said as she brought out the ingredients for dinner.

There’s only one half-priced Kalbi bowl she bought, and since Sajou-san didn’t like it, it’s been put away in the fridge.

Although I feel a bit regretful, compared to that, the happiness of having a girl cook for me soon overshadowed it.

Her adorable apron contrasted with her downer and cool demeanor.

Maybe it’s because her face is too good-looking? It feels weird, but oddly suits her.

She looks like she can handle anything, but there’s a smartphone on the countertop displaying recipes.

She checks the recipe every now and then, cooking hesitantly and clumsily.

With a clattering sound, she cuts the tomatoes on the cutting board, alternately looking at the measuring spoon and the recipe, cautiously adding them to the bowl.

I’m just watching without intervening, but I can’t help but feel nervous.

I know I can’t cook anyway, but it feels like when your child holds a knife for the first time. Even though I don’t have children.

I’m on the edge watching Sajou-san cook. My heart is pounding.

Before I knew it, I felt a fatigue and exhaustion in my body, as if I had watched a Hollywood blockbuster without a break. Just watching made me sigh deeply.

“It’s done.”

Sajou-san, who had plated the dish, announces its completion succinctly.

Although her words are short and her expression remains as flat as ever, her voice is filled with a sense of accomplishment.

She wipes the table,

arranges the dishes.

All that’s left is to say “Let’s eat”—

“Ah.”

Sajou-san, who opened the rice cooker with a snap, let out a surprised voice.

I peeked from the side, lured by the reaction filled with regret, and the reason was clear.

The rice was still submerged in water, swimming in the pot.

She forgot to press the switch. The rice hadn’t cooked.

“…Sorry.”

Sajou-san apologizes awkwardly.

I nod in understanding. It’s an unforeseen accident, so it can’t be helped.

“Looks like it’s the Kalbi bowl’s turn, huh?”

“…I don’t know.”

Hahaha, I chuckle with joy, but she turns her face away.

Her cheeks seem a little puffed up, and as I continue to chuckle, she kicks my shin with her slipper-clad foot. Ouch.