「Fuwaaaa… delishhh…!」
Now! It’s the long-awaited tasting time! Although I say that, there are no rice bowls in our house . While that may be true, substituting it with a luxurious soup bowl or flat plate and eating with a silver spoon would feel somewhat off… I have to make rice bowl and chopsticks too . That being the case, I tried making a simple salt musubi! Because it was molded by a child’s hands, it turned into a little, small triangular musubi, but it was airy and fluffy, an excellent nigiri .
Already… already… this much of a feast . Thank you very much…! Haaa… I can’t forbid the tears when I think all the hardships (mainly hardships suffered by Miria) until now…
Shin was also eating silently next to me who was trembling with excitement from indulging in the elegantly-looking salt musubi .
「It’s delicious… and has a nostalgic taste」
Shin said with an incomprehensible expression between sobbing and laughing .
「Is it eaten in the same way in your Otousama’s birthplace?」
I can’t miss gathering information . I think I should know everything there is about the certain country in the east . A simpler rice polishing method and rice companions surely exist…!
「Ahh… probably . I have eaten Lars only while traveling with parents . When Tousan was cooking… his were too large, so Kaasan molded them like this… it was occasionally too salty, so the two quarreled」
Shin answered with a sudden smile . He must have recalled the fun times he spent with his parents . Uuu… I’m not crying…
「However, you did well getting Lars . Moreover, even the way of making it…」 「Ah! I got this from Thomas Jiisan! I can get it for you anytime you want to eat it!」
That way, I can reproduce the nostalgic taste anytime! Leave it to me! Rice polishing is tough though!
「Thomas Jiisan, you say… the stables guard?」
Shin stared at me with a suspicious gaze . Ha! Crap… I had a slip of tongue .
「… Ojousama, where . did . you . get . this?」
Shin asked me who averted my gaze with a chilly voice . Glance . 「Ojousama?」
No~! Your smile is frightening…!
「Umm… it’s a secret」
Trying to deceive Shin with tehepero didn’t work on him . He really is so perceptive it’s troublesome . Lengthy silence is scary…
「Haa… this doesn’t seem suitable for Ojousama to eat, so I will be confiscating it」
Saying such, he raised the plate and confiscated it .
「Eh!? No way, wait a moment!! Even though I haven’t eaten the crispy rice at the bottom yet~!!!!」
The plate was raised so high I couldn’t reach it even after jumping . T, the height difference is hateful . Uwaan, Shin you meanie~! I shouldn’t leave the crispy rice for the last just because it’s my favoriteーーー!
「Fuwaaaa… delishhh…!」. . .
Now! It’s the long-awaited tasting time! Although I say that, there are no rice bowls in our house . While that may be true, substituting it with a luxurious soup bowl or flat plate and eating with a silver spoon would feel somewhat off… I have to make rice bowl and chopsticks too . That being the case, I tried making a simple salt musubi! Because it was molded by a child’s hands, it turned into a little, small triangular musubi, but it was airy and fluffy, an excellent nigiri
Already… already… this much of a feast . Thank you very much…! Haaa… I can’t forbid the tears when I think all the hardships (mainly hardships suffered by Miria) until now….
Shin was also eating silently next to me who was trembling with excitement from indulging in the elegantly-looking salt musubi
「It’s delicious… and has a nostalgic taste」. . .
Shin said with an incomprehensible expression between sobbing and laughing
「Is it eaten in the same way in your Otousama’s birthplace?」.
I can’t miss gathering information . I think I should know everything there is about the certain country in the east . A simpler rice polishing method and rice companions surely exist…!.
「Ahh… probably . I have eaten Lars only while traveling with parents . When Tousan was cooking… his were too large, so Kaasan molded them like this… it was occasionally too salty, so the two quarreled」. . .
Shin answered with a sudden smile . He must have recalled the fun times he spent with his parents . Uuu… I’m not crying….
「However, you did well getting Lars . Moreover, even the way of making it…」 「Ah! I got this from Thomas Jiisan! I can get it for you anytime you want to eat it!」.
That way, I can reproduce the nostalgic taste anytime! Leave it to me! Rice polishing is tough though!.
「Thomas Jiisan, you say… the stables guard?」.
Shin stared at me with a suspicious gaze . Ha! Crap… I had a slip of tongue
「… Ojousama, where . did . you . get . this?」.
Shin asked me who averted my gaze with a chilly voice . Glance . 「Ojousama?」.
No~! Your smile is frightening…!.
「Umm… it’s a secret」.
Trying to deceive Shin with tehepero didn’t work on him . He really is so perceptive it’s troublesome . Lengthy silence is scary….
「Haa… this doesn’t seem suitable for Ojousama to eat, so I will be confiscating it」.
Saying such, he raised the plate and confiscated it
「Eh!? No way, wait a moment!! Even though I haven’t eaten the crispy rice at the bottom yet~!!!!」.
The plate was raised so high I couldn’t reach it even after jumping . T, the height difference is hateful . Uwaan, Shin you meanie~! I shouldn’t leave the crispy rice for the last just because it’s my favoriteーーー!.
Chapter end
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