Chapitre 8: The First Meal Together
Mahiru was going to start cooking dinner at Amane's apartment, and she presented
him with a list of conditions:
• Amane would pay for half the cost of ingredients, plus an additional labor cost, plus
the cost of any incidental expenses.
• The two of them would each contact the other no later than the day before if they
had something to do and couldn't eat together.
• They would divide the work of shopping and cleaning up afterward.
Regarding the extra labor cost, it had taken some work to get Mahiru to agree to it.
Amane had insisted that he felt bad about all the time she was spending on him. It was
to be expected, since she did all the work making the food. Aside from that, though,
Amane and Mahiru had come to an agreement rather quickly.
And so, the day after their agreement had been ratified, Mahiru came over early holding
supermarket bags in both hands and made preparations to start cooking.
"…It's really all brand-new, like it's hardly been used…," Mahiru commented.
"Shut up," Amane shot back.
A beautiful girl stood in his kitchen, and she was wearing an apron. This was like a
fantasy come to life. Amane was sure he was going to lose it any second now. When
Mahiru pointed out, yet again, that he had really never used his kitchen, he felt a deep
shame.
"You've got an impressive collection of gadgets here, but they're like pearls tossed
before swine," Mahiru observed.
"Well, if you use them, they won't go to waste," Amane reasoned.
"That's a poor excuse, after the fact. Your precious cookware is practically dying from
neglect."
"All right then, bring it back to life with your amazing culinary talents. I sure as hell
can't."
With gracious concession, Amane motioned for Mahiru to take over. She returned the
gesture with an exasperated expression, but perhaps because she'd expected as much,
she just sighed and didn't complain further.
"All right, let's get started. Do you have any spices?"
"Of course I do; are you making fun of me? They're all properly stored—and none are
expired, either."
"Wow, I'm surprised."
"It's because they've never been opened."
"That's nothing to brag about. All right, if you don't have what we need, I can bring
things over from my place to use this once."
"That would be helpful."
"For now, if you have the basics, I think we can make do. Also, I decided on today's
dishes already; is that all right?"
"I don't know much about cooking, so I'm happy with anything as long as I get to eat.
I don't have strong preferences."
"Really? Then let's hurry up and get started… Please show me where you keep
everything."
"In this basket."
"They're really unopened, huh…"
Mahiru raised her eyebrows in shock as she stared at the basket filled with untouched
seasonings. Perhaps because she'd been warned before she'd seen the unused spices,
she quickly reassumed her usual demeanor and began washing her hands at the sink.
"All right, I'm going to start making stuff, so you can go wait in the living room or in
your bedroom," Mahiru declared.
"Okay. I can't help you with anything anyway," Amane accepted.
"What a gentleman. I suppose you'd just get in the way if you hung around."
"You're awfully honest."
"It's just the truth. There's no need to sugarcoat it."
As Mahiru said, he would clearly just be in the way, so Amane obediently returned to
the living room and watched her back as she worked.
When she had finished washing her hands, Mahiru quickly set to work. Amane didn't
know what she was making, but based on the ingredients she had readied, it was
probably Japanese food.
Everything about this felt strange to Amane, like he was in a dream, but it was real.
Mahiru was actually preparing the ingredients right there, her hair tied up in a gently
swaying ponytail.
What's with this situation? It's like I've got a wife or something, Amane thought.
Mahiru probably didn't feel the same way, but their setup looked a little too much like
they were a happy family, and Amane couldn't help but imagine it. He didn't have even
the smallest desire to live with Mahiru, but the sight of a beautiful girl standing in his
kitchen was in itself enough to send his mind to all sorts of places. Whether or not
there was any affection between Amane and Mahiru, just having a lovely girl treat him
to a home-cooked meal was enough to touch Amane's heart.
"…Are you thinking weird things over there?"
"You can stop with the strange speculations."
Amane had frozen when Mahiru called him out. She'd guessed what he was thinking
without even turning around.
She sure is sharp…
Feeling amazed and anxious all at once, Amane stamped down on the not-quite-evil
base instincts that had begun welling up inside him and returned to staring at
Mahiru's back.
About an hour later, Mahiru began setting out completed dishes on the table.
She'd chosen to make Japanese food today, which was typical when one considered
her penchant for healthy cooking.
"It turns out you have quite a few utensils and seasonings, so it looks like I won't have
to bring anything from my place. Starting tomorrow, I can try more elaborate dishes,
too."
"I mean, I'm just grateful you're making anything for me," Amane admitted.
Perhaps because Mahiru hadn't known how many pieces of cookware and seasonings
Amane had in his collection, she had made many simple dishes rather than anything
more intricate, but the presentation was flawless nonetheless.
Lined up along the table was an array of Japanese-style dishes. From fish simmered in
soy sauce to dressed greens. From rolled omelets to miso soup. Every last item was
something Amane could never dream of making himself.
Previously, Amane had said he didn't have any particular likes or dislikes, but he did
in fact love Japanese food. He wanted to reassure Mahiru, who looked apologetic for
having only prepared easy recipes, that this was exactly what he had wanted.
"…It looks amazing," Amane said.
"I'm happy to hear you say that. Eat up while it's still hot."
Mahiru sat down in a chair next to her, so Amane took a seat across the table.
His dining table was small, since he lived alone, so no matter how they sat, they were
still close together. It was lucky that Amane happened to have two chairs just in case
a guest stopped by, but seeing a beautiful girl sitting right before his eyes evoked some
indescribable feeling from within him.
Once Amane set upon the food, however, even Mahiru's beauty ceased to matter.
Hurriedly, he said "Let's eat" and started with the miso soup.
The moment he brought the bowl to his lips and took a sip, the fragrant miso and the
flavor of the dashi spread through his mouth. The gentle taste was so completely
different from instant miso soup. Amane could tell that it must have been prepared
with great care. The miso flavor wasn't overpowering, and it was thoughtfully
seasoned to allow the taste of the dashi broth to come through.
At first, Amane felt that the soup's taste was just a little bit strong, but after he
considered drinking it while eating the other dishes, he realized that it struck the
perfect balance and knew he would empty his bowl. Rather than being overwhelming,
the miso soup was a comforting flavor. It was a taste that made you want to eat more.
"Delicious," Amane said with sincerity.
"Thank you for saying so." Mahiru's eyes crinkled in a relieved smile.
Amane had been complimenting Mahiru's cooking for a while, but she'd probably been
feeling nervous with this being the first time she'd cooked right in front of him.
Mahiru watched Amane for a few moments before eating anything herself. Once she
finally did start digging in, Amane extended his chopsticks toward the other dishes.
Sampling a bit of each dish, it came as no surprise to Amane that everything Mahiru
had prepared was fantastic.
The simmered fish was bursting with juicy flavor without sacrificing its tenderness.
Usually when fish was cooked for a long time to bring out the taste, it would naturally
lose some moisture and dry out, but this one was plump and had a nice texture.
As for the rolled omelets, they were tailored exactly to Amane's tastes. They were an
enticingly vivid yellow, and when Amane stuffed one in his mouth, he was unsurprised
by the gentle seasoning of dashi that greeted him.
When it came to Japanese-style omelets, Amane knew, some people added sugar when
making them, while others only used salt. These rolled ones had been flavored with
dashi, however. In addition to the rich taste of the dashi, Amane could also taste a faint
sweetness. He wondered if that light undertone came from honey. There probably
wasn't that much in the rolled omelets, but the satisfying hint of sweetness brought
out a real depth.
Amane had no real preference between sweet or salty when it came to egg dishes, but
the ones he liked best combined the complex flavor of dashi with what he suspected
was a bit of honey. Mahiru had accomplished that expertly, and Amane found himself
quite impressed.
Quietly muttering that the rolled omelets were delicious, Amane grabbed another one
with his chopsticks and quickly tossed it in his mouth.
Not only had they been perfectly flavored, they'd been skillfully cooked as well. The
stock added to the eggs made them extra juicy.
These are definitely better than Mom's rolled omelets. He kept rude thoughts about his
nonpresent mother to himself as he smacked his lips happily. Then he realized that
Mahiru was staring at him.
"…You really seem to be enjoying it."
"Because it's all so good. I'm paying my respects to the delicious food."
"Sure, all right."
"Besides, doesn't it feel better when I'm honest about how much I enjoy it rather than
sitting here eating with a blank expression?"
If you think something's delicious, you've got to really act like it, otherwise, the person
who made it will be left wondering. Even if you say you enjoy it, who would believe you
if you didn't look the part? It's better to be honest and just let how you feel show directly
on your face. Whether you're the one giving thanks or being thanked, it's best to do what
feels good.
"…Yes, I suppose so…" Mahiru seemed to understand what Amane was saying, and she
smiled slightly. It was a gentle expression, and it betrayed just a hint of relief. It was
sweet enough that all of Amane's thoughts ground to a halt for a second.
"…Fujimiya?" Mahiru asked.
"Ah… no, it's nothing," Amane replied. He'd been enchanted by the angel's smile, but
he couldn't possibly tell her that. To conceal his growing embarrassment, Amane took
another bite of food, ending any further discussion.
"…Thank you for dinner."
"I'm glad you liked it."
Amane had completely devoured every dish Mahiru had laid out. Mahiru's words had
been calm, but her expression was serene, and she seemed happy that Amane had
packed everything into his stomach. Not a single grain of rice had been left behind.
"It was delicious," Amane complimented.
"I could tell that much just by watching you," Mahiru quipped dryly.
"Better than my mom's cooking."
"I hear it's taboo to compare a girl's cooking to your mother's."
"Isn't that only true when you're criticizing someone? Anyway, does that bother you?"
"I don't mind, no."
"Well then, it's fine, right? It doesn't change the fact that it's delicious."
Mahiru was clearly no amateur cook. Amane's mother probably had more years of
experience under her belt, but she preferred different tastes, and many of her dishes
were fairly bland, so they were no match for Mahiru's carefully concocted foods.
"…Man, this is so awesome. To be able to eat like that every night!" exclaimed Amane.
"As long as I don't have anything else going on, that is," Mahiru added.
"…So I can really host you every night for dinner?"
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I was against the idea."
"Well, I guess that's true."
Mahiru was a straight shooter, so of course she would've never agreed to it if she didn't
want to in the first place. Amane still wasn't sure if it was okay to have her cooking for
him like this so often, however.
He was paying for half the ingredients, plus a bit extra to cover her labor, but even so,
he couldn't help feeling like the burden on Mahiru was too large.
"…Do you normally cook for boys you don't even like?" Amane asked.
"I'm doing it because you were neglecting your health. Besides, I enjoy the act of
cooking itself, and I don't hate seeing you eat it with such gusto."
"But…," Amane started.
"If it bothers you that much, it would be no problem to stop."
"No, please, I'm begging you."
At the first sign of Mahiru possibly not cooking for him anymore, Amane instantly
retracted any and all complaints. That was just how much her food meant to him. To
have it snatched away now—it would practically be a matter of life and death.
Amane was entirely aware that Mahiru had gained full control of him by way of his
stomach, but Mahiru's cooking was just too delicious to refuse. Returning to
convenience-store meals now would be like robbing the world of color.
Shocked at Amane's immediate reply, Mahiru was stunned for a moment before
breaking into a smile.
"Well then, please continue to enjoy."
"…Okay."
It appeared that Amane's days of dining with the extremely charitable angel who made
all the food by hand would continue for a while yet. Amane couldn't help but sigh from
happiness, guilt, and anticipation.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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