“It’s called salty bean soup. It’s a standard breakfast in Taiwanese cuisine. I’ve been loving it lately.”
“Ethnic food, right….!”
“Yes, yes. You can think of it as a kind of Taiwanese miso soup. The trick is not to drink it right away.”
“Any reason for that?”
“Watch me.”
I stirred a little with a spatula and the black vinegar and soy milk mixed together and the white soup solidified.
Shiho stares at it in amazement.
“I-it’s solidified. ……!?”
“It’s similar to making tofu, the vinegar hardens the soy milk. Do you want to try it?”
She seemed like she couldn’t wait, so I offered it to Shiho, who nodded and tried drinking it.
The vinegar is also prepared with a bamboo stick, so Shiho can scoop up the hot soup and take a sip while letting it cool down.
“It’s delicious ……. It tastes strange. It’s soft, but not completely solid,…… and even though it’s my first time eating it, I feel nostalgic.”
Shiho relaxes her cheeks with a calm face.
The way she was pleased yesterday with the tonteki was different, but I could tell that she thought it was delicious.
After all, I think it makes you happy when people eat delicious food.
“I wouldn’t be satisfied with just this, so in real life, we eat fried bread called ‘Yurajo’, but it’s a bit difficult to prepare, so I’ll use this instead…”
While waiting for the soy milk to harden, I put oil in a frying pan and heated it up to 180 degrees Celsius.
I throw an slice of bread in there, fry it quickly and drain the oil.
Shiho’s eyes lit up.
“It’s fried bread!”
“It’s an alternative, but it should be pretty good…..!”
Shiho and I picked up a fried bread at the same time and dipped it into the salty bean soup.
Shiho said cheerfully, “Mmm, it’s delicious!”
“The deep-fried bread softened by the soup is so easy to eat, it’s like a candy!”
Shiho was as happy as a child, and my cheeks relaxed.
If she’s this happy, then it’s worth making.
It’s not that elaborate because it’s breakfast, but it doesn’t mean that it should be a time-consuming dish.
As long as the people who eat it are happy, that’s all that matters.
“It’s not polite to eat in the kitchen like this right”
Shiho sticks out her tongue.
I chuckle and nod, taking the bowl of soup and the fried bread to the dining table.
Shiho then puts her hands together.
“Father, I take this meal in gratitude for your mercy. Bless what you have prepared here, and give us food to sustain our minds and bodies.”
Shiho then crosses her arms in front of her chest and says, “Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”
No matter how many times I see it, I still think it’s a beautiful gesture.
Then we began to eat.
Quiet and peaceful.
A morning with family.
A morning with a very popular idol, or rather stepsister, eating with me.
It’s a very peaceful and fulfilling time.
I think that I would be happy if I could have breakfast tomorrow, and again tomorrow, in the same way.
It seems that Shiho felt the same way.
When I finished eating, Shiho looked me up and down.
“Tomorrow and the day after that, I’ll still be able to eat breakfast with onii san right?”
“Of course. I can make miso soup every morning.”
I jokingly said, and Shiho giggled.
“Thank you very much. Hey, onii san …….”
Shiho was about to say something sweetly.
At that time.
The intercom rings.
Who could it be at this hour?
Hurriedly, I get up and answer it over the intercom.
“Yes. This is Komaki.”
“Kou-kun? Good morning.”
It was Kanarebashi Hazuki, who was staring at me with a slightly worried look on the other end of the camera.
She is my childhood friend who dumped me.
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