Chapter 272.2. Parfait At A Cafe
-???’s POV-
“Right! Family is the best! Hey, hey, dishes filled with love are the best, aren’t they?”
“Certainly, only loving families can make those.”
No matter how skilled a cook you are, you can’t make them. Those are the dishes filled with love from your family.
I nodded, grateful for being able to teach her that.
“Yeah, dishes filled with love are delicious. That’s from my own experience, you know.”
She puffed up with pride, puffing her chest.
“I never thought it would be this delicious! Family cooking is amazing, amazing!”
“Hehe, you can praise it more if you want?”
The girl said how amazing the food was and smiled excitedly. The noisy voices of the two of us filled the cafe.
The girl finished her parfait and placed her spoon on the table. Despite the noise, she didn’t stop eating.
“You eat so fast.”
“Parfaits are delicious!”
She held up the empty glass like a trophy. Her innocent smile was heartwarming, and I couldn’t help but grin.
“Are you going to keep that glass?”
“Yeah! I decided to keep this one.”
She held the golden glass in her hand and giggled shyly.
“I see, that’s nice.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep the next one too. Oh, by the way!”
She placed the golden glass on the table with a soft clink. Then, she leaned forward, her cheeks puffed out as if she had just realized something.
“Come to think of it, I’ve never had a dish filled with love from you!”
“Hmm? Haven’t you been eating it?”
“Not Mama’s, yours!”
She pointed her finger decisively, and her request was unexpected.
“Ah… mine?”
“Yes! I want to taste a dish filled with love!”
“Well, I haven’t really… What do I have?”
It was an unexpected request, but come to think of it, I had never really fed her any of my cooking.
I crossed my arms and thought about it. Maybe my signature dish would be fine.
“I guess my best dish might be ginger pork.”
“Oh, the one with pork loin made into ginger pork! I know that, ehehe.”
She must have thought of the ordinary ginger pork. It’s a simple dish where pork loin is cooked in ginger soy sauce, somewhat similar to pork sauté.
She proudly waved her hand, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.
Shaking my index finger, I explained with a chuckle.
“My ginger pork is a bit different. I use thinly sliced pork belly, almost like it’s made entirely of fatty parts. I marinate it in ginger soy sauce and then cook it.”
The pork belly slices were so fatty that there was no need to add oil to the pan. I cooked them in abundance.
“It’s a fatty and flavorful pork cooked in ginger soy sauce. The fat is so delicious that you’ll keep asking for more rice. And if it becomes too rich, you can refresh your palate with some lettuce served on the side. Use the lettuce to cleanse your mouth.”
“It looks so delicious!”
The girl’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and drool even dripped from her mouth.
“The side dish is just tofu and mushroom miso soup. That’s it! But it’s good because you can eat a lot of white rice with it.”
It felt more like something hearty, suitable for a man’s meal rather than a mother’s cooking, but it was my specialty.
“Kya-! I want to eat it. I want it! Please, filled with love!”
“Well, next time when we have a chance…”
“I want to eat it, I want it, I want it!”
She got off her chair and approached, shaking my body.
“I want to eat it~. Make it! Right away!”
“I said next time…”
She kept shaking me without stopping. It couldn’t be helped. I sighed and looked out the window with a wry smile.
A girl was sitting in a chair with flowing gray hair and sparkling ice-blue eyes, just like the girl who was eating parfait.
Reflected in the glass was an image of 2 identical beautiful girls.
“Stop it…!”
“I want to eat. I want to eat~.”
Being shaken like this made my vision waver, and I started feeling queasy.
“Stop it, seriously…”
“It’s morning~. Well, it’s already noon, Master.”
“Huh?”
When I opened my eyes, I noticed Nimue’s blue hair. She was the one who was shaking me.
“Oh? Is it morning already?”
I rubbed my eyes with a yawn.
“Yes, it’s Sunday, but it’s about time to wake up.”
“Isn’t that line a bit different?”
I got out of the king-sized, plush bed and yawned again.
This was Mii-chan’s bedroom, which she had gotten used to now.
“What about Ranko-san?”
“It’s around 11 AM now. Ranko-san has the day off today. That’s why I woke you up from your cozy slumber.”
“Poor Ranko-san. She needs to take a break.”
“That’s right. We need her to take a break.”
Nimue agreed, oblivious she was part of why Ranko didn’t get enough rest.
“I’ll bring her some delicious cookies later…”
As I thought about giving Ranko a comforting treat, my stomach rumbled.
I had slept late, so I was quite hungry.
“I want to eat ginger pork for lunch today!”
I suddenly had a craving for ginger pork. It was something I had only made in my previous life, and it was loaded with calories.
“I’ll make lunch today!”
I hadn’t made it since coming to this world.
“Later, I’ll bring Ranko-san some delicious cookies…”
As I considered the cookies as a form of consolation, my stomach rumbled again.
“I want to eat it today. I’ll make it!”
Mii-chan rushed out of the room.
I felt like I had been dreaming something important, but the memory faded quickly, and I couldn’t remember anything about it.
Chapter 272.2. Parfait At A Cafe
-???’s POV-
“Right! Family is the best! Hey, hey, dishes filled with love are the best, aren’t they?”
“Certainly, only loving families can make those.”
No matter how skilled a cook you are, you can’t make them. Those are the dishes filled with love from your family.
I nodded, grateful for being able to teach her that.
“Yeah, dishes filled with love are delicious. That’s from my own experience, you know.”
She puffed up with pride, puffing her chest.
“I never thought it would be this delicious! Family cooking is amazing, amazing!”
“Hehe, you can praise it more if you want?”
The girl said how amazing the food was and smiled excitedly. The noisy voices of the two of us filled the cafe.
The girl finished her parfait and placed her spoon on the table. Despite the noise, she didn’t stop eating.
“You eat so fast.”
“Parfaits are delicious!”
She held up the empty glass like a trophy. Her innocent smile was heartwarming, and I couldn’t help but grin.
“Are you going to keep that glass?”
“Yeah! I decided to keep this one.”
She held the golden glass in her hand and giggled shyly.
“I see, that’s nice.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep the next one too. Oh, by the way!”
She placed the golden glass on the table with a soft clink. Then, she leaned forward, her cheeks puffed out as if she had just realized something.
“Come to think of it, I’ve never had a dish filled with love from you!”
“Hmm? Haven’t you been eating it?”
“Not Mama’s, yours!”
She pointed her finger decisively, and her request was unexpected.
“Ah… mine?”
“Yes! I want to taste a dish filled with love!”
“Well, I haven’t really… What do I have?”
It was an unexpected request, but come to think of it, I had never really fed her any of my cooking.
I crossed my arms and thought about it. Maybe my signature dish would be fine.
“I guess my best dish might be ginger pork.”
“Oh, the one with pork loin made into ginger pork! I know that, ehehe.”
She must have thought of the ordinary ginger pork. It’s a simple dish where pork loin is cooked in ginger soy sauce, somewhat similar to pork sauté.
She proudly waved her hand, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.
Shaking my index finger, I explained with a chuckle.
“My ginger pork is a bit different. I use thinly sliced pork belly, almost like it’s made entirely of fatty parts. I marinate it in ginger soy sauce and then cook it.”
The pork belly slices were so fatty that there was no need to add oil to the pan. I cooked them in abundance.
“It’s a fatty and flavorful pork cooked in ginger soy sauce. The fat is so delicious that you’ll keep asking for more rice. And if it becomes too rich, you can refresh your palate with some lettuce served on the side. Use the lettuce to cleanse your mouth.”
“It looks so delicious!”
The girl’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and drool even dripped from her mouth.
“The side dish is just tofu and mushroom miso soup. That’s it! But it’s good because you can eat a lot of white rice with it.”
It felt more like something hearty, suitable for a man’s meal rather than a mother’s cooking, but it was my specialty.
“Kya-! I want to eat it. I want it! Please, filled with love!”
“Well, next time when we have a chance…”
“I want to eat it, I want it, I want it!”
She got off her chair and approached, shaking my body.
“I want to eat it~. Make it! Right away!”
“I said next time…”
She kept shaking me without stopping. It couldn’t be helped. I sighed and looked out the window with a wry smile.
A girl was sitting in a chair with flowing gray hair and sparkling ice-blue eyes, just like the girl who was eating parfait.
Reflected in the glass was an image of 2 identical beautiful girls.
“Stop it…!”
“I want to eat. I want to eat~.”
Being shaken like this made my vision waver, and I started feeling queasy.
“Stop it, seriously…”
“It’s morning~. Well, it’s already noon, Master.”
“Huh?”
When I opened my eyes, I noticed Nimue’s blue hair. She was the one who was shaking me.
“Oh? Is it morning already?”
I rubbed my eyes with a yawn.
“Yes, it’s Sunday, but it’s about time to wake up.”
“Isn’t that line a bit different?”
I got out of the king-sized, plush bed and yawned again.
This was Mii-chan’s bedroom, which she had gotten used to now.
“What about Ranko-san?”
“It’s around 11 AM now. Ranko-san has the day off today. That’s why I woke you up from your cozy slumber.”
“Poor Ranko-san. She needs to take a break.”
“That’s right. We need her to take a break.”
Nimue agreed, oblivious she was part of why Ranko didn’t get enough rest.
“I’ll bring her some delicious cookies later…”
As I thought about giving Ranko a comforting treat, my stomach rumbled.
I had slept late, so I was quite hungry.
“I want to eat ginger pork for lunch today!”
I suddenly had a craving for ginger pork. It was something I had only made in my previous life, and it was loaded with calories.
“I’ll make lunch today!”
I hadn’t made it since coming to this world.
“Later, I’ll bring Ranko-san some delicious cookies…”
As I considered the cookies as a form of consolation, my stomach rumbled again.
“I want to eat it today. I’ll make it!”
Mii-chan rushed out of the room.
I felt like I had been dreaming something important, but the memory faded quickly, and I couldn’t remember anything about it.
