“Huh? Dinner??”
“Yes, and… it’s also a reward for saving me…!”
“Oh, that.”
Although it was said that I saved her, Ohana seemed to attach great importance to it. It wasn’t even such a dramatic scene, though.
“Then I’ll go after dinner.”
“Oh, yes! Would you like to wait at the table then?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
When I asked Ohana, she simply said I could sit down. She seemed to radiate femininity as she quietly went to her kitchen, put on a pink apron, and picked up a ladle. Despite its apparent simplicity, the combination was incredibly charming.
“No, I will help you. I’m good at cooking too.”
“Eh?”
“What can I do?”
“Then… can you trim the ingredients?”
“Tell me how to prepare them.”
“Mmm, that’s right. Can you chop them?”
It wasn’t difficult. I had memories of cooking at home, and this body was capable of handling such tasks with ease. For example, like this.
I picked up the kitchen knife on the cutting board and swiftly chopped the prepared ingredients.
Ohana watched with wide eyes as I worked.
“Done. What’s next?”
“Ooh, whoa… well, then, could you stir this too?”
Ohana handed me a glass bowl filled with eggs. Judging by the whisk she gave me, it seemed she was trying to make egg rolls. Well, this could be done quickly.
“Since the seasoning is already adjusted, all you have to do is whisk the eggs…”
“It’s done.”
“Eh? That fast?”
“Yes.”
Ohana stuck out her tongue playfully, looking surprised.
“It’s all ready now, so go sit down.”
“Can I help you anymore?”
“No, it’s okay. You’ve helped me a lot already.”
Saying that, Ohana skillfully resumed cooking. She took out some delicious-looking cod from the refrigerator and began boiling it, frying egg rolls, and preparing miso soup. The way she scooped miso soup with a ladle and adjusted the seasoning was particularly captivating.
In that moment, admiration welled up in my heart as if I were witnessing a scene straight out of a comic book. Seeing her like this made me wish Amelia could be half as adept as Ohana.
‘Well, I just need to know the recipe,’ I thought. If I wanted to teach Amelia, I’d have to learn it first.
“Kamiyama.”
“Huh? What?”
“If you don’t mind, can I know the recipe?”
“Um… it’s not difficult, okay!” Ohana replied with a bright grin.
This must be because she’s the “childhood friend”… she felt so refreshing that just looking at her smile made me grin naturally.
Watching her cook, I couldn’t help but think I’d like to date someone like her. As I stared at her back, Ohana seemed to notice my gaze and turned her head.
“Uh… Kim-kun? Is there something you want to say?”
“No, not really. I was just thinking Kamiyama looks really pretty when she cooks.”
“Eh…ah Kim-kun! You shouldn’t say things like that so casually!”
Ohana scolded me, holding her ladle, but I wasn’t lying—it was the truth. Watching her cook, even empty words wouldn’t suffice to describe how nice it would be to have a childhood friend like this.
I closed my eyes for a moment and let my imagination wander. A pretty girl waking me up every morning… A hot breakfast prepared in the kitchen…
“Welcome, Hyunjin!” A beautiful girl’s voice echoed in my mind.
‘… Omg!’ I snapped out of my strange delusion.
Why was I imagining that? As a butler, wasn’t I supposed to focus on my work?
But considering Amelia needed to connect with Ryunosuke, wouldn’t it be fine for me to find happiness with another heroine?
‘No, this is absurd.’ Strictly speaking, I was just an extra in this world. Could any of the heroines genuinely fall for me?
Ohana, after all, had Ryunosuke. Her helping me was simply gratitude for saving her.
Thinking this way stung my heart. Was there really no possibility?
‘Well, if this is the fate of an extra, then so be it,’ I thought, resigning myself to my role.
As I mulled over these thoughts, Ohana’s homemade dishes were placed in front of me: rolled eggs, soybean paste soup, and stewed cod. She also added side dishes like warmed chikuwa and pickled vegetables.
“Sorry, Kim-kun. I told you to eat and go, but the side dishes are a bit simple…”
“No, this looks more than delicious!”
Home cooking always had its own charm. Most of the dishes served at Lionheart Mansion were Western-based, which probably explained why the lunch Ohana made the other day had tasted so good.
People are greedy, so rice is essential. That’s something I could wholeheartedly agree with.
“Try it first, Kim-kun!”
Ohana’s eyes stayed fixed on me, as if she wanted to watch me eat. The moment felt oddly healing.
I picked up my chopsticks, carefully took some cod, and tasted it.
“It’s so soft!”
“Hehehe, is it delicious?”
“Yes, Kamiyama! It’s really good!”
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