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With some help from blond gal Hitomi Kana, who was surprisingly caring (?), the preparations for dinner proceeded.
There are about 20 minutes left until the rice is cooked.
If possible, I should finish the other dishes before then.
At first I was going to make white stew, but due to some gal’s interference, the stew turned into a sea of blood, so I hastily decided to make ‘Aurora Soup’ instead.
I chopped up some tomatoes of a reasonable size and added them to the white stew I had been making earlier, and then simmered them further to make the ingredients thicker and thicker, so that I had an aurora borealis stew with tomatoes that didn’t look too red.
“Now that we’ve got the soup, all that’s left is the main dish.”
Incidentally, the ingredients Yukikawa bought at the supermarket were only a sorry assortment of vegetables and some pork loin with a discount sticker on it.
Although she didn’t say it herself, it was like Yukikawa was implicitly telling me to “make a meat dish.”
I look at Yukikawa, who is talking to Hitomi at the chabudai.
Even though Yukikawa saves money on food, her breasts are unusually large, perhaps because she eats a lot of meat…
Even though I was thinking such evil thoughts, I moved my hands.
When it comes to easy and a little ‘fashionable meat cooking’, ‘that’ is the best, right?
I coat the pork loin with flour with a familiar hand, dip each piece into the egg mixture of beaten egg and cheese powder, and then fry them in a pan until they are cooked through.
In between, make sautéed carrots seasoned a little sweetly and, incidentally, prepare the broccoli.
Thus, the bright shades of yellow, red and green come together on one plate.
“OK, the piccata plate is ready.”
The piccata plate brings together pork piccata, sautéed carrots and broccoli.
Both the piccata and the soup were Italian, and could be described as ‘Japanese-Italian’, which also goes well with white rice.
In the meantime, the sound of rice cooking was heard.
“Hey you two, the food is ready!”
When I said that, Hitomi and Yukikawa got up and came to the kitchen.
“Heee. Transfer student can make food like normal without relying on appearances.”
“What’s with that rude comment?”
“…Kajimoto, you’re late. I’m hungry.”
“I don’t want to be told by you, who didn’t do anything to help.”
“The ingredients for this dish came from me, …… which means I’m the owner.”
“I’m the one making the food, so we’re even.”
“T-that’s ……”
“If you have a problem with it, I won’t cook it anymore.”
“Ugh…….”
Yukikawa frowned to the point of exaggeration.
Where is her usual calm face…?
‘Y……, you’re a strong wrestler for nothing.”
“Where’s that?”
After that, the three of us gathered around the chabudai to eat dinner, even though the two of them complained about something else.
“D-Delicious. ……! The meat in the piccata is just the right amount of tenderness, and it’s firm and filling, and the soup isn’t just tomato soup, it’s a commercial stew, which takes the thickening and flavour up several notches.
Kajimoto’s cooking …… Why is it so delicious ……?”
“Your reaction is too over the top. This is just piccata and soup.”
“How is it, Kana? Kajimoto’s cooking is delicious.”
“It’s …… well, it’s …… delicious.”
People who knew that I brought cooking recipes from the cookpad had a decent reaction, perhaps because of that.
Well, this is a normal person’s reaction.
Yukikawa is buying too much into my cooking skills.
As I was thinking about this and trying to eat my meal, for some reason Hitomi, next to me, gestured for me to lend her my ear.
I have no choice but to comply and listen.
“Y-you …… are a good cook, aren’t you? Even though it’s just like on the cookpad, it’s not so different from what you’d normally eat in a restaurant or something….. even this soup I disturbed you with, it’s so much better.”
“You know… you shouldn’t get involved with Yukikawa’s mysterious activities. Or rather, please tell Cockpad about that.”
“No, that’s not what I’m talking about right now…Haa, well, it’s okay. You’re a shady person anyway, and you’re not suited to asserting yourself.”
I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know that she’s making fun of me.
“Hey, Kajimoto.”
While Hitomi and I were whispering to each other, Yukikawa started talking to me.
“W-what’s up, Yukikawa? If you want more rice, go put it on yourself.”
“That’s not it …… because I already got a refill of rice.”
No. ……? wait, she already had another serving of rice.
“Kajimoto, …… would you like to join our group and work together?”
“Eh, …… I-I’m with a gal?!”
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