Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Bye! And when I was stir-frying, the pimp and chime rang.

If you look up, it's already 7: 30 at night, and you can tell she visited on time.

"Please, Marie. Will you welcome Kaoruko-san?

"Yeah, sure. I'll take care of this."

More and more reliably he slaps his chest, and the girl with the ear coverings lightly heads to the front door. I was looking at the DVD package all the way up until earlier, and I could hear how I was in a good mood even if I couldn't read the letters.

There is a front door just behind the kitchen because it is a small interval of 1DK, and Kaoruko's voice sounds when it opens properly.

"Good evening, both of you. I brought you some braised squares."

"Welcome, Kaoruko. Please come up."

Yes, when Marie spoke, Kaoruko-san opened her eyes with a large pot in both hands.

"Ah......, surprise. Mariabelle, you're so much better at Japanese!

"Hmm, 'cause I practiced a lot. But I still don't remember the hard words or the letters."

Kaoruko-san gives an impressive look.

I haven't excelled at saying that if I were normal, it would take me months, or years to remember, but I would almost master it in a month of things. I can't help but open my mouth.

She has a pant look in chic shades, which makes me wonder if she must like a calm outfit. The dark hair to the shoulders is clean and has an atmosphere like a librarian.

Then I looked back, stirring the utensils, and called out to Kaoruko, who remained stunned.

"Sa, please come up. I can't wait to see the handmade braised horns."

"Oh, don't expect too much. It's my parents' recipe, and I don't know if it fits your tongues."

I received a large pot from her and put it on the next stove.

Kaoruko-san passes behind her, lighting a fire with a kachichichi.

"Wow, the intervals are narrower here, but you feel much wider"

"Speaking of which, was Kaoruko-san's floor 1LDK? Uh, maybe it's because you don't have so much furniture..."

I feel a little dull. [M]

In retrospect, Kaoruko-san was looking at one bed and solidifying.

Yes, I totally forgot, but Marie and I were asleep in the same futon. Nevertheless, this size makes the room much smaller when the two are arranged side by side.

"... Kitase?

Kaoruko, looking up with a slightly stiff voice, was making her cheeks a little red.

No, no, I told him silently because I didn't get any hands on him... but I wonder if it's conveyed properly, this.

The large pan on fire rings a cottonful note and brings in a sweet and delicious scent. To our subtle atmosphere, the girl was strangely inclined to her little neck.

The women thrive when the table is filled with stewed squares, stir-fried rice, stir-fried chingen rhinos, and beer.

Marie is a cup of tea because it is in public, but she was still soggy. I'm sorry.

He helped me arrange small plates, wrangles, chopsticks, etc., so I'll be ready in no time.

It is the square-boiled pork that sits in the center with the dong that is the star, the thick pork with a puffy colour, and the aromas of Shao Xing liquor and octagon tickle the nose.

"Ah, ah... Nice smell...! It's a dish that spits on its own."

"The trick to eating braised squares is to keep your mouth wide open. Well, let's have it."

When you have it, say hello, and the girl pussy with unfamiliar chopsticks to the square-boiled simmer placed on a large plate. The pork boiled down in the corn is lightly stabbed in the back and carried to her mouth as she trembles softly in the universe.

The girl waits with her lips wide open to be enchanted by the delicious shades of lighting, the sweet scent of fluffiness, and the sight of pluck tremors.

Mmo, and pinched with lips, and the thick meat chops a thousand without having to stand teeth. No, is the expression melting close?

I'm sure you're surprised by the drool and the meat that occupies your mouth right now.

The mouth was full of flavor, and the girl was quickly knocked down by the gravy and the richness of the unique Chinese aroma.

"~ ~......!!

I am enjoying the flood of flavor so much that I don't care if the juice spills through my cucumbers and mouth. Bite at once, flavor expands at once, and loose fat loses its prototype. While chewing, the nose is fragrant, and the taste does not diminish when chewing and chewing.

She kept chewing on her surprised face, and the girl often forgot to move even after swallowing very much.

"Yummy......"

Seeing such a touching look, Kaoruko and I loosen our cheeks.

Really, this kid has an honest reaction to flavor, and he just enjoys watching it like this. Kaoruko-san turned this way and had a full smile she had never seen before.

"I can't wait, Mr. Kitase. I want to be braised in horns."

Uh, are you a little different, too?

I believed it was a serious official. [M]

... Though, I know just a few feelings.

"Marie, do you mind if I muck your mouth?

I've spoiled my mood before, so I ask, and Marie looks at this one with a pompous face, and she snorts.

As I received the acknowledgement, I tried to soak up the juice with a tissue, and my lips have conveyed a puffy and soft feeling.

"Kazhiho, I, I want to be braised in horns."

Are you too, Mr. Elf......

Although it's a little strange as Japanese, I'm also jealous of the popularity of braised horns.

Kaoruko and I laughed out loud when we said we hadn't eaten one yet.

Now, the stir-fried rice is lightly flavoured to enhance the flavour of the braised corners, thanks to which the beer is irresistibly delicious.

One or two cups had been spared, and by the end of the meal Kaoruko was blushing. I'm sure he's more indulgent than his drinking husband.

Hmm, and the two of them are brought to the chair, with a satisfied look on their face.

"I'm from Hokkaido, and this meat was sent by my parents. Look, my husband will feel a little fat. It bothered me when I thought about calories."

"Heh, I envy you. I'm from Aomori, but I've never been to Hokkaido."

Kaoruko-san had put a cheek wand on her and was touching her reddened cheek.

The expression is richer than usual because of the alcohol, sometimes loosening the cheeks while looking at Marie.

"Speaking of which, where are you both going for Golden Week?

"Because of this, I'm thinking of going back to Aomori. Trying to say hello to the farmer's grandfather."

"Oh, that's good. Where do you live?

"Uh, around Hiromae City, right?"

Hmm, Kaoruko-san conceived, and when she took out the smartphone, she began the operation.

He shrugged with a bump because the alcohol was spinning and eventually turned his expression into a laugh as he found what he was looking for.

I open my eyes slightly to the screen that I've been shown so far.

"Then it would be a loss if you didn't go over here and play. Much better this year."

Oh, this is indeed - …….

If you borrow your grandfather's light truck......

"Thank you, Kaoruko. I'd love to come and see you."

"Yes, stay close to Mariabelle. The trick is to keep it a secret until you get there."

They divert the advice of the earlier braised horns and smile from Kaoruko, the front-runner, to the table.

The soft expression made her feel beautiful as a woman, and I was smiled at.

The rain keeps falling, and the forecast says it's expected to clear the day after tomorrow.

I can't wait for the holidays, but this waiting time is probably what I enjoy the most.

"It was delicious, Marie?

"Hmph! Too delicious! If I'd kept a diary, I'd have filled a few pages."

Shall I enjoy that time for a while longer with the girl who says so and hugs me to her arms with a dreamy look?