Translator: Cryus
「Good morning . Everyone’s already here . 」
There are 4 guys seated in the dining area .
They look like they’re all between 45 and 60 years old .
They’re older than I expected .
They look at me with surprise since they haven’t seen me before .
「Are you injured, Pistachio?」
「Pistachio?!」
「The Underground Sweets is a gathering of men who stay away from the public eye . We don’t use our real names . We use codenames related to sweets instead since it’s convenient . 」
But why Pistachio?
That’s a really weird naming choice .
「I apologize . As you can see, I am indeed injured . As such, I would appreciate it if you could allow him to participate just this once . 」
「In that case, it can’t be helped . We hope you will keep everything here a secret . 」
「But of course . Please call him…… Pecan Nuts . 」
「No!」
That codename sounds really stupid .
I try to resist, but Mizuhara says it’s just for today .
「I see . Nice to meet you . I’m Microwave, and I’m the president . 」
Microwave is 60 years old, at the sweet spot for a middle aged man .
He has a mature and respectable aura .
「And this is my management team . On the right is Ice Cream, followed by Cake, Sorbet, and Malt . 」
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They’re all names related to snacks, but they all sound cool .
And one of them sounds too close to home .
「I really don’t like it . Give me a different codename . 」
「Like what, for example?」
「I can’t think of one right now…」
「I think it fits you perfectly though . 」
「No . 」
「Here, here . Mizuharkun, Nodkun, stop fighting . 」
Marutsan tries to mediate .
He just called our names out of habit . I don’t think there’s a need for codenames anymore .
「Now, let’s talk about what to publish for the press report while exchanging information about sweets, as usual . 」
Everyone opens their laptops and sends information to one another .
It’s just like an important business meeting where everyone needs to be on the same page .
I open the snacks I brought here and arrange them as requested .
Among these snacks, there are also limited edition snacks I always wanted .
As if detecting my excitement, Microwave offers some to me .
I’m moved by his unexpected consideration, and eat the limited edition marron cake .
「Is this… the work of a god?」
The sweetness of the marron’s astringent coat and the refined taste of whipped cream are a wonderful combination .
It’s so light that I almost wonder if the sponge is made of clouds .
That fluffy feeling lasted only for an instant, but the deep impression on my tongue lasts forever .
「Enjoy this too . 」
「Thank you very much . 」
Ice Cream hands me a daifuku from a store I don’t know about .
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I take a bite and almost get on my knees .
「This is to die for…」
There’s green tea cream beneath the skin of the puffy daifuku .
It’s stuffed with green tea cream instead of sweetened bean paste .
The taste is very rich, but it’s not too sweet so I can eat a few at once .
I groan over the tastiness at the next table so I don’t disturb the board of directors’ meeting .
「Would you like to try this too?」
「Thank you very much!」
This time it’s 2 different bottles of jam .
Cake hands me some crackers as well .
「………So tasty…」
An image comes to my mind .
An image comes to my mind .
Fresh fruits harvested from an orchard are glistening on a platter, carrying the blessings of the earth with them .
They’re boiled in a pot and poured into bottles .
The bottles themselves are cute too, now that I take a closer look .
The exterior is marvelous, not to mention the inside as well .
I wonder if I’m the only one who’s at a loss for words in this situation .
「…Try this too . 」
「Oh! Thank you very much . 」
Sorbet passes a sweet potato to me while I’m still enjoying the lingering sensation of the jam .
I take a bite .
「I’m glad I was born . 」
I think to myself deeply .
If I die now, I think my last memories will be of Dad and Mom, followed by this sweet potato .
The custard cream in the sweet potato matches too well with the potato itself .
I hold back from the overwhelming sensation, but I think I would jump for joy if I were at home .
「You’re being a distraction . 」
「Huh? Me? …Sorry . 」
For some reason, not only Mizuhara, but everyone else is also looking at me .
I thought I was hiding my expressions, but I might have let out some of it .
「It’s fine . Watching a young girl enjoy eating sweets is surprisingly fun too . 」
I thought I was hiding my expressions, but I might have let out some of it .
「It’s fine . Watching a young girl enjoy eating sweets is surprisingly fun too . 」
Everyone nods in agreement with Microwave .
「………Busted . 」
It was a mistake to try and fool people older than Dad .
It was useless trying to act and dress masculine too .
They don’t look angry over the fact, so I relax and enjoy the sweets in relief .
I help Mizuhara by performing menial tasks such as pouring black tea, cutting cakes, and gathering trash .
My only other task is eating snacks, so I’m happy .
I’m really satisfied from being accepted by the Underground Sweets Conservative Committee, and from receiving snacks such as the remaining bottled jam .
「You were enjoying yourself a lot . 」
「Yup . It was fun and the snacks were delicious!」
I stuff Mizuhara into the taxi and head to the nearest train station .
It’s for a blind date that Chii-chan helped me set up .
I forgot that on top of the men’s clothes, I was also wearing real men’s makeup that I learned to put on in drama club .
TL Note: Malt is Marutsan . TL Note: a daifuku is a rice cake stuffed with sweetened bean paste . Translator Cryus Good morning . Everyone s already here . There are 4 guys seated in the dining area . They look like they re all between 45 and 60 years old . They re older than I expected . They look at me with surprise since they haven t seen me before . Are you injured, Pistachio Pistachio The Underground Sweets is a gathering of men who stay away from the public eye . We don t use our real names . We use codenames related to sweets instead since it s convenient . But why Pistachio That s a really weird naming choice . I apologize . As you can see, I am indeed injured . As such, I would appreciate it if you could allow him to participate just this once . In that case, it can t be helped . We hope you will keep everything here a secret . But of course . Please call him Pecan Nuts . No That codename sounds really stupid . I try to resist, but Mizuhara says it s just for today . I see . Nice to meet you . I m Microwave, and I m the president . Microwave is 60 years old, at the sweet spot for a middle aged man . He has a mature and respectable aura . And this is my management team . On the right is Ice Cream, followed by Cake, Sorbet, and Malt . 1 They re all names related to snacks, but they all sound cool . And one of them sounds too close to home . I really don t like it . Give me a different codename . Like what, for example I can t think of one right now I think it fits you perfectly though . No . Here, here . Mizuhara kun, Noda kun, stop fighting . Maruta san tries to mediate . He just called our names out of habit . I don t think there s a need for codenames anymore . Now, let s talk about what to publish for the press report while exchanging information about sweets, as usual . Everyone opens their laptops and sends information to one another . It s just like an important business meeting where everyone needs to be on the same page . I open the snacks I brought here and arrange them as requested . Among these snacks, there are also limited edition snacks I always wanted . As if detecting my excitement, Microwave offers some to me . I m moved by his unexpected consideration, and eat the limited edition marron cake . Is this the work of a god The sweetness of the marron s astringent coat and the refined taste of whipped cream are a wonderful combination . It s so light that I almost wonder if the sponge is made of clouds . That fluffy feeling lasted only for an instant, but the deep impression on my tongue lasts forever . Enjoy this too . Thank you very much . Ice Cream hands me a daifuku from a store I don t know about . 2 I take a bite and almost get on my knees . This is to die for There s green tea cream beneath the skin of the puffy daifuku . It s stuffed with green tea cream instead of sweetened bean paste . The taste is very rich, but it s not too sweet so I can eat a few at once . I groan over the tastiness at the next table so I don t disturb the board of directors meeting . Would you like to try this too Thank you very much This time it s 2 different bottles of jam . Cake hands me some crackers as well . So tasty An image comes to my mind . Fresh fruits harvested from an orchard are glistening on a platter, carrying the blessings of the earth with them . They re boiled in a pot and poured into bottles . The bottles themselves are cute too, now that I take a closer look . The exterior is marvelous, not to mention the inside as well . I wonder if I m the only one who s at a loss for words in this situation . Try this too . Oh Thank you very much . Sorbet passes a sweet potato to me while I m still enjoying the lingering sensation of the jam . I take a bite . I m glad I was born . I think to myself deeply . If I die now, I think my last memories will be of Dad and Mom, followed by this sweet potato . The custard cream in the sweet potato matches too well with the potato itself . I hold back from the overwhelming sensation, but I think I would jump for joy if I were at home . You re being a distraction . Huh Me Sorry . For some reason, not only Mizuhara, but everyone else is also looking at me . I thought I was hiding my expressions, but I might have let out some of it . It s fine . Watching a young girl enjoy eating sweets is surprisingly fun too . Everyone nods in agreement with Microwave . Busted . It was a mistake to try and fool people older than Dad . It was useless trying to act and dress masculine too . They don t look angry over the fact, so I relax and enjoy the sweets in relief . I help Mizuhara by performing menial tasks such as pouring black tea, cutting cakes, and gathering trash . My only other task is eating snacks, so I m happy . I m really satisfied from being accepted by the Underground Sweets Conservative Committee, and from receiving snacks such as the remaining bottled jam . You were enjoying yourself a lot . Yup . It was fun and the snacks were delicious I stuff Mizuhara into the taxi and head to the nearest train station . It s for a blind date that Chii chan helped me set up . I forgot that on top of the men s clothes, I was also wearing real men s makeup that I learned to put on in drama club . TL Note Malt is Maruta san . TL Note a daifuku is a rice cake stuffed with sweetened bean paste .
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