After buying things from the supermarket, Suto returned to his room in the old apartment building.
First, he went to the bathroom and took a shower.
He had picked up quite a bit of fishy smell while killing fish, and it really wasn’t pleasant.
After finishing his shower, Suto walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and took out the sea bream meat he had bought tonight.
He mixed egg and flour into a batter.
Then he washed the pan, heated the oil, and started frying fish.
Suto’s cooking skills in his original world could only be considered home-cooking level.
Although he couldn’t compare to the professional chefs of this world, it definitely wouldn’t taste bad.
After spending some time, he finished frying all the sea bream meat he had bought.
He separated one portion to keep as dinner for tonight.
Then he separated another portion to send to Miyuri.
As for the rest, while it was still fresh out of the pan and piping hot, Suto stored it directly in his inventory.
That way, the next time he took it out, he would immediately be able to eat hot fried fish.
Suto picked up one portion of fried fish and went downstairs.
When he arrived on the first floor, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
“Coming.
Who is it?”
Along with the voice, the door was pushed open, and Miyuri’s face appeared behind it.
“Eh?
Suo-kun?”
Suto lowered his head and smiled as he handed the plate over.
“Miyuri-san, I made fried fish tonight, but I accidentally made too much, so I brought some over for you to try.”
“Ah, how can I accept this?”
“My cooking isn’t that good, so please forgive me if it doesn’t suit your taste.”
“Not at all.
It smells great!
Suo-kun, come in quickly.
I happened to make fresh juice this afternoon too, so please try some!”
“Mm.
Then excuse me.”
Miyuri pulled Suto inside by the hand.
He heard the sound of coins entering a bag ring out in his heart.
Good.
Check-in successful.
Suto carried the fried fish into the room.
He had visited Miyuri’s home once the day before yesterday.
That time, he had come to help her deal with a snake, so he had not looked around carefully.
Today, since he had time, Suto properly examined the room’s decor.
A chandelier, a fireplace, high-backed armchairs, a beautifully patterned carpet, a grandfather clock… Overall, it had a very classic Western-style interior.
Suto placed the plate on the dining table and sat down as well.
Fortunately, he had taken a shower in advance.
Otherwise, he would have felt too embarrassed to sit on someone else’s luxurious sofa while smelling like fish.
Miyuri came out of the kitchen, holding a glass pitcher in her arms.
The pitcher was filled with a bright red liquid.
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“Ta-da!
Here it is!”
“What is this?”
“Freshly squeezed watermelon juice!”
“Oh…”
Suto nodded, feeling a little puzzled.
Was watermelon juice really this red?
Miyuri took out two clean cups and filled them with watermelon juice.
“Here, Suo-kun, cheers!”
Suto picked up his cup, clinked it with Miyuri’s, and tried taking a sip.
It was sweet, with the refreshing flavor unique to watermelon.
Sure enough, it was just watermelon juice.
Miyuri directly picked up a piece of fried fish with her fingers and put it into her mouth.
“Wow, it’s good!
I didn’t expect Suo-kun’s cooking to be this nice too!”
“Not at all.
I just followed the recipe.”
“That means Suo-kun has talent!
Have you ever thought about becoming a chef?”
“Not for now.”
“What a shame!”
Miyuri wiped the oil from her fingers, picked up the glass pitcher, and poured Suto another cup of watermelon juice.
“This cup is to thank Suo-kun for helping me sprinkle the powder yesterday.
I finally got a good night’s sleep last night!
You know, I slept all the way until noon today, so I guess I properly made up for the sleep I lost the night before…”
Suto held his cup and slowly drank while listening.
Buying watermelon in this early summer season and turning it into juice was quite a luxurious thing to do in Japan.
Miyuri-san was also a rich woman.
Her income definitely wasn’t limited to collecting rent from this old apartment building.
After finishing another cup of watermelon juice, Suto stood up and said goodbye.
“Suo-kun, wait a moment!”
Miyuri took the plate of fried fish to the kitchen, transferred it to another plate, washed the original plate clean, and brought it back to him.
“I could’ve just taken it back and washed it myself.”
“No way!”
Suto reached out and accepted the plate, and his impression of Miyuri improved a little more.
His earlier impression of her had probably been a misunderstanding.
Miyuri-san shouldn’t be that kind of strange woman.
Suto took the plate and went upstairs.
Miyuri stood at the door, smiling as she watched his back.
A trace of interest flashed through her eyes.
Only after she could no longer see him did she return to the kitchen, pick up the plate of fried fish, and stand by the doorway while slowly tasting it.
“Although the flavor can’t compare to those professional chefs from Totsuki, this contains a young boy’s pure feelings…”
Before long, someone else came downstairs.
Delicate features, an indifferent expression, and silver hair.
Looking at her, Miyuri smiled and said, “Yukino-san, heading out to work?”
Yukino Mifuyu glanced at her and replied flatly, “Mm.”
Miyuri raised the plate in her hand and said, “Want a piece of fried fish?
Suo-kun made it.
It tastes pretty good.”
Yukino’s gaze fell on the golden, crispy fried fish.
Suo-kun.
That was the high school boy living next door to her.
She frowned slightly and said coldly to Miyuri, “I’m warning you.
Don’t make a move on ordinary people.”
Miyuri sighed and said, “Yukino-san is so scary.
I’ve always been properly following the rules.”
Yukino said nothing more and left directly.
Miyuri looked at her back and curled her lips.
She picked up a piece of fried fish, tossed it into her mouth, chewed, and muttered to herself.
“That woman is so fierce.
No one will want her in the future… But Suo-kun is a little interesting.
He feels different from the other tenants.
Is it because he’s a transfer student?
I wonder if he…”
Miyuri’s voice became too quiet to hear.
She opened her mouth, placed her finger between her lips, and slowly licked off the fried fish crumbs clinging to it.
At that moment, her appearance seemed strangely bewitching.
Yukino walked outside the apartment and threw away the garbage bag.
She opened the small bag on her shoulder, took out her phone, and checked the time.
It was still early.
She could go eat dinner first.
No, for her, this should probably count as breakfast.
Yukino put her phone back into the bag.
Unlike an ordinary girl’s bag, hers was not filled with all kinds of cosmetics.
Aside from her phone, some documents, and cash, there was only a very old videotape inside.
“Miyuri is having a hard time too.”
A slightly hoarse female voice suddenly rang out.
Strangely, it came from the videotape.
Yukino did not respond.
“If she keeps resisting her nature, it’ll only explode more violently in the end, won’t it?”
“That’s her business.”
Yukino spoke flatly.
“I’m only responsible for cleaning things up.”
“Then let’s wish our young neighbor good luck…”
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