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We moved from Tojo’s room to the kitchen to practice cooking.

“So what kind of cooking are you going to teach me?”

She suddenly changed into an apron and came out.

I brought what I was using at home in advance, so I put it around my waist and said.

“I can’t keep up with things that are too difficult, so I guess I’ll have to make simple side dishes first.”

There are a total of three candidates currently under consideration.

Karaage, Vienna sausage, and egg rolls.

If this is the case, even a novice cook for the first time could easily follow along.

It is also a bestseller in the lunch box side dish industry.

I nodded, wondering if the option I suggested was considered acceptable to both of them.

Kishimoto asked in a lively voice.

“Then what are you going to make?”

“Vienna sausage.”

If I had to rate the difficulty, it was the lowest among the three side dishes.

All you have to do is cut the sausages and bake them in a frying pan.

Hearing my words, Tojo immediately picked up the kitchen knife.

“…there’s something meaningful about it because you’re holding it.”

“Do you want to die! Man!”

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Maybe he’s used to handling knives like a kendo club, or Tojo dazzles with his kitchen knife in the air.

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Maybe it was the combination of red hair and fierce eyes, but it was incredibly bloody.

Anyway, waiting for her excitement to subside, I put the red Vienna sausage on the cutting board and explained it in an easy-to-understand manner.

“You can think of it as cutting about a third of a Vienna body with a knife. Repeat this twice to get four legs, and repeat it four times to get eight. Easy?”

“Heh, that’s enough, it’s not a big deal!”

After saying that, Tojo begins to skillfully clean Vienna.

Working with two people, a bag of Vienna sausages was finished in no time.

I decided to add a little decoration here.

Kishimoto, who was watching us cook from the side, murmured.

“Black sesame?”

“You don’t have to make eyes for an octopus.”

Saying so, I poke black sesame seeds into the octopus-shaped sausage with a toothpick.

With this, the pre-preparation is over.

I put the frying pan on the fire, and when the griddle was hot enough, I poured in the trimmed Vienna sausage.

──Choi hee hee!

As the heat is applied, the Vienna sausage is rolled outward little by little.

Unlike Korean Vienna sausages, which are mostly brown, the Japanese ones are characterized by being red on the outside and white on the inside.

The red color is the coloring of the casing, and the white color on the inside is because the content of flour is high like sausage made with fish meat.

No special cooking skills were required, so I cooked it until the outside turned golden, and served it beautifully on a plate.

Immediately after, Tojo, who followed me and served the grilled Vienna sausage on a plate, shook his hands with a proud face.

“Heng! It’s no big deal if you get caught by me!”

There’s nothing wrong with being confident when it comes to cooking.

We presented the plate to Kishimoto at the same time, who decided to judge the taste.

Then Kishimoto said, “Hmm,” as if stroking his beard, and raised wooden chopsticks.

After poking the yellow mustard, my grilled Vienna sausage is sucked into her little mouth.

Pop!

“Well!”

Kishimoto opens his eyes as soon as he puts it in his mouth.

“It just tastes like plain Vienna sausage?”

“That’s right, because I don’t really mix anything.”

Kishimoto, who tasted my grilled sausage first, ate Tojo’s grilled sausage this time.

“Ah, I think this is fine, except for the slightly burnt exterior.”

As I listened to her, I picked up one of Tojo’s grilled sausages with chopsticks and put it in my mouth.

well water.

“It’s a pity that it’s uncontrolled, but it’s the first time I’ve done it, so I’ll have to give it a passing grade.”

After hearing our evaluation, the corners of her lips go up.

But there is still a long way to go.

This is because large mountains such as egg rolls and karaage, two major mountain ranges in the lunchbox side dish world, remained.

***

About two hours had passed since the eventful cooking class was over.

Tojo Karen, who had gained confidence in the easiest Vienna sausage to make, was completely distraught by a series of failures.

“Haha… Cooking must be so difficult.”

“It’s okay! If you practice a lot, you’ll get better in no time!”

You can’t be satisfied with the first drink, but even considering that, this guy was a serious asshole.

First of all, trying to use only strong bullion unconditionally was the main cause of failure.

There are people in the world who don’t understand that gas stoves have low and medium flames.

While I was looking at her for a moment, she said that it was too slow and arbitrarily adjusted the fire to create a roll of coal and a twisted Nether karaage.

“Uhhh!”

Tojo swallowed what he put in his mouth with a dirty face with a few tears, but after that, her chopsticks only turned towards the food I made.

What I made was mostly food waste.

I showed you how to use a timer for Tojo, who lacks patience when cooking.

This is because it was better to set the exact time when cooking was finished for the type that lacked concentration in this way.

I have to finish this today due to time constraints, but I wrote down the recipes and recipes on a notepad and urged them to practice again by all means.

Then Tojo held the recipe I wrote down in his arms as if it were a treasure.

“Then, we should have dinner before it’s too late.”

After making the side dishes for the lunch box, I checked the remaining ingredients and decided to make my main specialty, Chinese cuisine.

─Cheer profit!

Grease a large wok with oil, put a lot of thinly sliced green onions in it, and stir it with a ladle.

This was to make green onion oil, to give flavor to the oil and to add flavor to the dish.

It is impossible to produce the high heat required for Chinese cooking with a typical household gas stove, but it was used for business purposes, so there was no shortage of heat.

Seeing the onion oil boiling in an instant, I put the eggs and instant rice in a wok and mixed them.

squash! squash!

Like a ship that met a strong storm in the sea, every time I waved my arm, the golden waves bouncing from the black wok dazzled the eyes of the beholder.

Lastly, simply season with salt and pepper, put it in a rice bowl, shape it, and place it on a plate as it is.

The golden fried rice, which was completed in about 5 minutes of starting cooking, was revealed on the plate.

“Wow!”

Kishimoto’s eyes lit up at the appearance of carbohydrates.

It was the same with Tojo, who was next to him.

When I handed the spoon, the two of them started eating fried rice in a hurry.

I had left something to eat, so while I was eating fried rice as if savoring it by myself, Kishimoto suddenly asked me curiously.

“Since when did Ryu-chan become so good at cooking?”

As I listened to her question, I searched for old memories.

“When was that…”

The first time I thought of making my own lunch box was when I was in the second semester of my freshman year.

Unlike when I was in middle school when I was attending a school near my house, I had to leave the house at least around 7 o’clock to go to school on time.

So my mother woke up every morning and made a lunch box, but whenever I see a tired face, I feel sorry for that, so I decided to make my own lunch from the second semester.

The first day I made the lunch box, I woke up at 4 am and started making it, but in the end I failed to make edible food, so I skipped lunch.

The next day, I learned how to catch an egg without breaking it, and I barely finished it around 7:30 in the morning. Of course, that day was late.

As time passed, the time it took me to make the lunch box got shorter and shorter, and one day I woke up at 4 am and realized that the sun no longer rose outside even if I made the lunch box.

By repeating the same action every day without falling for it, it reached a level.

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My father, who silently watched all those efforts, allowed me to enter the kitchen from this day on.

It was a feeling that my parents recognized me as the successor of Mikoya, the official book that contains the youth of my parents.

Kishimoto, who heard all the stories I calmly told, said while taking a handkerchief from his arms and taking a picture of his eyes.

“Heuk-heuk! It’s so touching to think of making a lunch box for your struggling mother!”

“Who’s packing you?”

“Huh? It’s me, of course Mama wraps me up with affection, right?”

This immortal filial piety.

As we ate while chatting like that, the fried rice on the plate disappeared quickly.

I asked for a plate from both of them to wash the dishes, even though I ate it with regret.

Tojo stopped me from washing the dishes, saying that the housekeeper should do it, but it didn’t seem like politeness to me when I came to play, so I cleaned it up myself.

They said they would take me by car, but I refused because the subway was still running.

Then Tojo, who came directly to meet us on the way to the subway station, licked his lips and bowed his head.

“Both of you were grateful for today. I will never forget this grace.”

Then, smiling happily, Kishimoto waved his hand and said that he should exchange e-mail addresses with Tojo first.

“Then see you at school tomorrow!”

It seems that the two naturally became friends because of today’s work.