When I Started Doing Housework For The Cool Beauty In My Class, She Began Asking Me About The Dinner Menu Every Day.

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After that, Fujisaki, who had been puffing up for a while, gradually forgot about it and, as the homeowner, started lounging on the sofa, enjoying her time.

I began preparing in the kitchen, but I could still see the living room clearly.

Fujisaki was lying face down on the sofa, facing away from me, her legs swinging back and forth. There was something captivating about her posture, and I had to keep my composure, or my knife skills might get off track, and I could accidentally cut my finger. I was relieved that a disaster like “Tuna and Onion Salad With My Finger” didn’t come to fruition.

(For now, I guess this is it…)

I set a rule that when using Fujisaki as eye candy, I’d put down the knife, and with that, I managed to finish my preparations. The salad was ready to serve immediately. The soup just needed to be reheated.

Now, all that’s left is to make fresh omurice when Fujisaki gets hungry. I wonder how hungry she is.

“Fujisaki, what time do you want to eat?”

“Anytime is fine~”

“…So, would tomorrow morning be okay?”

“Dinner skipped!? Are you trying to be cruel and make me wait when I’m so looking forward to the omurice?!”

“You said anytime is fine.”

“…Hmm, well, then right now. I’m so hungry, I can’t wait!”

“Alright, I’ll get it ready right away.”

The timing for serving meals is a little different when you’re with someone. When eating alone, I can make food whenever I’m hungry and eat at my own pace. But when eating with Fujisaki, I have to consider her timing as well, so it’s something that needs to be discussed.

There’s a saying that hunger is the best spice, and indeed, I’d prefer to serve food when someone is hungry and it’s fresh. So, it’s a huge help when the other person makes a request like this, or gives a rough time frame for when they want it.

With that in mind, I started preparing the omurice, but… uh, Fujisaki? Why are you coming into the kitchen?

“Need something?”

“I want to watch you make the omurice.”

“It’s not going to be interesting to watch.”

“No, it is! The process of making that fluffy, creamy omurice… like last time, when you flipped it, that was amazing!”

I’m grateful for the compliment, but… it’s a bit nerve-wracking with her so close, watching me. In more ways than one.

Not only because I can’t afford to mess up the cooking, but also because Fujisaki, wearing relatively light clothing, is moving around so close by, making it hard to know where to look.

But, the fact that she’s looking forward to it so much is clear, and it’s making me feel more determined.

“Fujisaki, you need to pour the eggs like this, rolling them from the outside toward the inside. The outside will start to set, and you keep folding it toward the middle… want to try?”

“Pass on this stage!? I’ll burn it!”

“Just kidding. Once it’s cooked this much, move it to the back… then tap it to shape it. Want to try?”

“If I spill it, is that okay?”

“…Then your omurice will just turn into regular chicken rice. Is that okay?”

“It’s not okay, so stop being mean, Shirayanagi-kun. You do it!”

I ask Fujisaki occasionally if she wants to take over, but she keeps shaking her head and refuses.

She’s desperate.

Well, I don’t want to hand over this nearly completed dish to Fujisaki only to have it set us back to square one. I’ll just finish it myself.

“Here, it’s done.”

“Whoa, amazing! Do it again!”

“I’ll make one for myself, but if you just want to watch, could you prepare the salad and soup?”

With that, I waved my hand to shoo her away, and although she puffed up in frustration, she grudgingly helped prepare the other things.

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“Let’s eat! Mmm, delicious! It’s melting~”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

I’m satisfied with how the omurice turned out today. Seeing Fujisaki devouring it with praise makes me feel relieved.

“It’s so good! To think I can eat such delicious food every day… Shirayanagi-kun-kun, you’re lucky.”

“…You’re the one eating right after me, Fujisaki. And I’ll keep making food for you.”

“Then, I’ll be happy too~”

I don’t think she’s trying to stir things up on purpose, but simply speaking her mind, yet… it still makes my heart skip a beat.

“Happy,” huh? That’s quite an easy happiness.

“Since you’re making me such delicious food, should I pay you? Like a tip or something?”

“No need. I’ve already been paid enough.”

“But if this were a home meal service, you’d at least earn enough for a couple of hours, right? Shirayanagi-kun, aren’t you at a bit of a loss?”

“I’m not, I’m not. Actually, I’m gaining more than I’m giving.”

I understand what Fujisaki’s trying to say, but I’m still okay with this arrangement.

After all, I’m the one who proposed it in the first place.

“You know, I actually found that I enjoy cooking for people and sharing meals with others. So, I’m really grateful to Fujisaki for giving me that opportunity.”

Since I started living alone in high school, the chance to cook for someone or eat together has become rarer.

It’s not that eating alone is lonely.

But, having a pleasant meal with someone like this is a comforting time for me.

In that calm, Fujisaki eats my food happily. She shows it in her actions and expresses it in words.

That makes me the happiest.

And I’m already getting more than enough reward—along with the extra perks like sharing food costs.

Originally, the main reward and the extras were supposed to be the other way around…

But seeing Fujisaki enjoy my cooking so much, it seems the main reward has already shifted.

“So, I’ve already been paid enough. As long as Fujisaki enjoys the food, says it’s delicious, and is happy, that’s all I need.”

“…Well, if Shirayanagi-kun, you say that’s fine, then it’s okay. I’m happy too because I get to eat good food.”

“See, that’s all we need. It’s a win-win. The best contract relationship.”

“Yeah. Oh, and the salad is also delicious~ So crunchy~”