Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

I stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of my uniform.

"Phichigus," she said.

"Um?"

I look into her eyes.

It's still full of worries and concerns.

Maybe that's what she is?

"I'd be embarrassed for you if you walked out in public with spit on you."

I quickly wiped the drool off with my sleeve.

"Next time, please use a tissue." Yukinoshita sighed.

"I'm going to make dinner," she said.

"Haven't you already eaten?"

"I let Yuigahama eat part of me. I..." Yukinoshita paused.

"......hope......"

She puts a finger to her lips, as if trying to explain a complex physical anomaly, like a UFO or a pyramid.

"you hope to......?"

I asked, slightly annoyed at the suspense she had given.

Yukinoshita sighed.

"I just want to have dinner with you."

"Really?"

"Please don't take it too special. It's just a courtesy to say thank you. Anyway, here, it's the least I can do. If I let a person just leave my house like this, especially like you Such helpless, hungry people would bring disgrace to my family."

The way this girl expresses her gratitude is so funny.

I started walking towards the kitchen guided by candlelight.

"So we're out of electricity? What's in the fridge? They're not broken, right?"

"Things don't spoil so easily, and I don't have that many toppings. Is there anything in particular you'd like to eat?"

"I'm hungry...so anything."

I walked into the kitchen, Yukinoshita followed me.

I looked at the sink and saw it was gleaming and spotless.

"I wonder if I can borrow your kitchen to cook."

The chafing dish and dishes were washed and hung on a rack to dry.If anything, it gave Yukinoshita a civilizing feel.

Yukinoshita said absently, "At least we have enough ingredients to make a healthy meal. Hikigu-kun, please sit down. I'll do it."

Ok?Has Yukinoshita changed his address to me?

"That's fine. I'll help you anyway."

"Phichigus. I can cook," she said.

Oh, sure enough, it seems that I heard it wrong before.

I turn to her.

At least, the look of determination in her eyes is intimidating.

I'm surprised I haven't been kicked out of her house yet.

In this case, arguing with Yukinoshita about doing something is meaningless.

In fact, many times you don't need to argue with anyone.

Just drag them to your level.

Then many problems were solved naturally.

"Let's compromise," I said.

Yukinoshita tilted her head, it was like an apocalypse.

"compromise?"

"Let's all cook."

I suggested.

"Though I think I'll do most of the cooking. Pork ribs and curries are my specialty."

Yukinoshita took a step back and covered his mouth with one hand.

"You're so proud of being able to do something that middle school kids know how to do..."

"Oh? That sounds like it was said to Yuigahama."

"As much as I would love to say it was rude and mean... I find myself having to agree with you on this one."

Yukinoshita walked to the kitchen pantry and took out two aprons, the blue ones matching the bust of a kitten.

I recognized one, the one she bought, it was a little frayed around the edges, and the sauce was a little frayed and faded from the rest of it, from when we went to the mall with Komachi to buy Yuigahama's birthday present .

The other was an exact replica, only with a white cat on it.

It seems to have far fewer uses.

Yukinoshita explained: "I found out that they are a pair. Although I prefer the black cat apron, the white cat apron would fit just as well. If Yuigahama-san comes over, she will use the white cat one."

"I thought you wouldn't let Yuigahama cook."

"It was to... appease her to wait in the living room."

You were just calling me mean.

She handed me the apron with the black cat on it.

"Hey, why am I wearing it?"

Yukinoshita looked at me.

"Put it on."

The translation is: put it on, or I will drive you out in hunger and cold.

I suppressed a laugh, then sneezed again.

"Mr. Biqigu?"

"It's nothing." I said, and tied the apron around me, and Yukinoshita did the same.

I grabbed the candle and went to the refrigerator and pulled out some vegetables.I went to the sink and started washing my hands. "Oh, the water still works."

"Of course, Mr. Hikigu. Plumbing work is provided by pressure and mechanical physical systems, not electrical systems. You must have learned this, and you are really surprised that the water service is still operating during a power outage. ?"

Is being impressed a crime?

Yeah.

After washing the vegetables, I started to chop the vegetables.

"You did it wrong."

"what?"

"I said you cut it wrong."

"what......"

Is that so?

Maybe I'm too sleepy to realize?

Pieces look uneven.

Some are as big as a miniature golf ball, and some are as small as a small grain of instant noodles.

I washed my hands and rubbed my eyes.

"I think I need to get out of sleepiness."

Yukinoshita sighed.

"You are hopeless." She said, taking the knife from me. "Look carefully, Mr. Biqigu."

In that split second, the vegetables are cut into very even pieces.

It's like some kind of witchcraft to be able to do that!

"You've made a deep impression on me."

"Thank you." Yukinoshita said, as if this was the compliment she was expecting.

"Oh. You'll make a good housewife," I joked.

Haha.

What a ridiculous joke.

Yukinoshita will never be content with being a housewife.

She might be campaigning on the front lines as "King of the World" while her husband stays home, trying to keep it spotless.

"Perhaps you can teach me similar techniques another day," I begged.

Learning the craft has been a boon to my life as a househusband.

In fact, I don't mind being Totsuka's househusband...Of course, Totsuka won't agree.

As my thoughts began to turn to fantasy, my ears noticed that the sound of the knives on the cutting board had stopped.

Standing there, Yukinoshita seemed to be frozen in time.

"Biqi... Gu, Jun..." she finally said.

"Um?"

I turned to Yukinoshita, who seemed to be organizing her words.

A flush came to her cheeks.

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Yukinoshita turned around and continued with her work.

I started dipping the pork slices in the batter, patted them with breadcrumbs, and started heating the oil.

"Hikigu-kun, why are you dabbing with their crumbs?"

"What? You won't do that?"

"Where should I start complaining..." Yukinoshita took the steak from me. "You dump the crumbs on a plate and you coat the bread on both sides. That way you don't have to beat and compress, which can cause moisture loss and flavor loss."

"Oh...that seems to make sense."

"Of course. But why should I tell you?"

As always, Yukinoshita Yukino tries to have the last laugh.

"Hikigu-kun, please learn this. There are a series of dog cooking tutorials on the Internet, and I am happy to recommend them to everyone."

"So...you learned how to cook dogs?"

Chapter 110 Nine Short Stories Under the Snow by Candlelight

"Just because I hate these animals doesn't mean I don't have a lot to learn from them."

"Learn from your enemies?" I asked in surprise. "I think that's why you're so good at being mean. I guess your sister is a good teacher."

Yukinoshita turned to me, and she tossed the first steak into the oil.

"Friends, foes or nobody...it doesn't matter who they are to me, I only learn from the best," she laughs.