Chapter 33 Breakfast
#Ikemen no Bishoujo TomodachiBreakfast
Sizzling~~
The sound of bacon and eggs frying in the pan echoes from the kitchen. At the same time, the sound of the kitchen ventilation fan can be heard.
Sitting on a chair at the dining table, Sou watches Haruki skillfully cooking in the kitchen.
The fan is running hard, but the smell of bacon tickles Sou’s nostrils. The smell alone makes him hungry, and his mouth starts to water.
“I feel bad leaving all the cooking to you. Anything I can do to help?”
Sou calls from the dining room table to Haruki, who is in the kitchen. Anticipating that the noise of the fan will make it difficult to hear his voice, he speaks louder.
“Hmm. I don’t need any help cooking. Oh, right—”
Surrounded by the noisy sounds in the kitchen, Haruki puts her free left hand to her chin and pretends to think.
Haruki puts the frying pan and the saucepan on the electric stove and starts cooking. She is cooking two dishes at the same time. Smoke rises from both the frying pan and the saucepan. The smoke is intensely sucked into the ventilation fan.
“Could you prepare a large plate and a bowl of miso soup, please?”
Using her right hand to stir the ladle, Haruki makes her request. Considering the noise of the fan and the frying pan, Haruki also speaks louder than usual.
“Okay. I’ll get it ready right away. Where should I put the plate and the bowl?”
Haruki’s voice reached Sou’s ears from the kitchen. So there was no need to ask again.
“That’s right. Just put it near me. Right next to the stove will be fine.”
Haruki lets go of the ladle from her right hand and clearly points to the empty space next to the stove.
“Okay.”
Sou gets up from the table and goes into the kitchen. The smell of bacon becomes stronger.
“Please excuse me for a moment~”
“Okay.”
After a short exchange, he randomly took a large plate and a miso soup bowl out of the wooden cabinet behind Haruki. The plate and the miso soup bowl were big enough to fit in both of his hands.
“Here! A large plate and a miso soup bowl.”
Sou places the large plate and the miso soup bowl on top of each other in the place Haruki points out. Immediately after placing them, he peeks into the frying pan and the saucepan.
Bacon and a fried egg were combined in the frying pan; meanwhile, the saucepan contained miso soup with a variety of ingredients, including kamaboko, tofu, carrots, and daikon radish.
(Looks delicious~~)
The moment he saw Haruki’s cooking, a drool almost dripped from his mouth. He reflexively swallowed the drool that was about to run down his chin. If he had been a little slower, it would have dripped.
“Whoa! Maybe you can wait? All that's left is to simmer the miso soup, so please wait a little longer.”
Finished exposing it to the frying pan.
The high-pitched sound of a switch being turned off echoes throughout the kitchen. It was quite a loud noise.
She uses the prepared spatula to transfer the bacon and fried egg combination from the pan to a large plate. It looks like a dish is complete.
“The miso soup will be ready in a few minutes, so you can prepare chopsticks and drinks.”
While stirring the ladle, Haruki checks the state of the miso soup and urges Sou to prepare the others. It seems that Haruki has already added miso paste to the saucepan, as the color of the miso soup is light brown.
He immediately gets to work, pours some tea cooled in the fridge into a plastic cup, prepares chopsticks, and puts them on the table. Not forgetting the yogurt and the spoons.
“Okay! It’s ready.”
After turning off the electric stove, Haruki uses a ladle to pour the miso soup into a bowl. Hot steam rises from the warm, freshly made miso soup.
“Thank you for waiting. Breakfast is ready~”
First, she takes the big plate and puts it on the dining table. Haruki returns to the kitchen and moves the miso soup to the dining table. This is probably to prevent the miso soup from spilling.
“Thank you! Wow~! Looks delicious~~”
Sou is fascinated by the food in front of him.
“It’s just bacon and eggs and miso soup. I really wish I could make carbohydrates. Unfortunately, there was plenty of rice but no bread. We don’t have time to cook rice.”
“Don’t worry. This is more than enough luxury. Thank you~”
Sou smiles broadly in front of Haruki and looks really happy. It must be the first time he’s shown such a lively expression to Haruki.
“Oh… okay. I’m happy when you’re happy.”
Haruki blushes as she looks away from Sou in embarrassment. She doesn’t seem to be totally against it.
“Can I eat it?”
Sou asks, picking up chopsticks in his right hand, excited like a little child. He seems unable to wait.
“Ah, yes. That’s fine. Just enjoy it at your own pace, Amane.”
Without looking away, Haruki gives her permission.
“Yay! Bon appétit~!”
After receiving the permission, Sou clasps his hands together and thanks the food loudly.
He starts with the main course of bacon and eggs.
He skillfully uses his chopsticks to cut the bacon and eggs into small pieces and brings them from the plate to his mouth.
The rich flavor of the crispy bacon and eggs, along with the warmth characteristic of freshly prepared food, spread throughout Sou’s mouth.
“Oh, delicious~! It’s too delicious~!”
He exaggerated his impressions, put his chopsticks down on the table, and then picked up the miso soup bowl filled with ingredients.
Then he blew on the soup, let it cool a bit, and slurped it down.