There is such an interesting law.

It is said that no matter how many umbrellas you bring with you, how advanced the umbrellas are, you will still get some wet when you finally get home.

This is the legendary law that you must get wet when you open an umbrella on a rainy day.

Although it was made up, Hoshino Mahiro did get wet.

However, it is not a big deal for male high school students to get wet, and normal people will not be interested in male high school students.

Putting away the umbrella, he cautiously began to go upstairs.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The old staircase made this nostalgic and frightening sound.

With a crunch, Hoshino Mahiro's thoughts drifted away again.

'What if it's Sayoko Himenomiya?' ’

A little exciting thought quickly took over Hoshino's entire brain.

The slightly damp white dress clings to the girl's skin, and the color of the underwear and the lines of the body are faintly visible.

But Himenomiya Sayoko doesn't seem to have any ups and downs. ’

Before his thoughts slipped further, Hoshino Mahiro finally came back to his senses.

'Why is this kind of pink thought in my head lately?' He began to reflect on his mistakes.

Perhaps this is the irrepressible desire and inferiority of male high school students. ’

Throwing out the unsound plot that is not yet possible out of his life, Hoshino Mahiro stands at the door of his house.

Count a few seconds in your mind.

It's coming.

With a click, Himenomiya Sayoko opened the door from the inside and poked her head out.

The two men were now close enough to feel each other's breath.

If Hoshino Mahiro is pushed from behind, it may develop into a rather violent situation.

Unfortunately not.

The two of them felt each other's breath like this, until Sayoko spoke.

"Are you so sure I'm going to open the door?"

"The truth is, you've calculated when I'll be back and you're ready to open the door for me."

"What a cunning fellow, give it to me." She stretched out her white hand.

Hoshino Mahiro obediently handed her the food he bought.

Sayoko Himenomiya walked back with the food.

Looking at her slender back, Hoshino Mahiro had an urge to hug her from behind.

He held back and did not succumb to the desires of a male high school student.

Gently close the door and change into slippers,

"I'm back."

"Welcome home."

The noisy desires suddenly disappeared, and warm things flowed from the heart to the whole body.

This Sunday, Mahiro Hoshino may be hard to forget.

……

Hoshinoya's meal preparation for today has begun, but the current chef is Sayoko.

Because he got wet, he was rushed to change his clothes, and Sayoko began to handle the ingredients briefly.

It shouldn't be the same as Higuchi Rokkana, right? Mahiro Hoshino was still a little worried.

Because Himenomiya Sayoko really doesn't look like she can cook.

She is more like the kind of lady who loses her clothes once she wears them, and the dishes she tastes every day will not be the same.

What if I cut her fingers? Anyway, where is the medical kit at home, should you find it out in advance? ’

With such and such troubles, he came to the kitchen.

Standing next to Sayoko and watching for a while, it turned out that he was too worried.

The girl's cooking appearance is quite decent, at least much stronger than Higuchi Rokkana.

A ponytail was tied out of his hair with a rubber band, revealing the white and smooth nape of his neck.

Sayoko put on his apron and hummed a song while chopping vegetables.

It seems that Rokka Higuchi has lowered his expectations for girls' high school students.

"How's it going, does Sayoko's femininity score high?"

She asked for compliments in a very smug tone.

"If you have a chance, I'd like to try the miso soup made by Miss Sayoko."

"It's probably something you'll want to drink for the rest of your life."

If you can, please do it for me for the rest of your life. ’

This kind of thing can't be said, even if the relationship between two people today is unprecedentedly close, this kind of thing can't be said casually.

Jokes should be in moderation.

"Next chance?"

"Then get my house."

"Do I have that privilege?" He said.

"Then it's up to you to perform next, let's make a substitution."

Sayoko has already processed the radish and corn and cut them into cubes.

She just wanted to take off her apron when Hoshino Mahiro stopped her.

"Keep dressing for a while, lest you get dirty when you eat."

"It seems that Hoshino House does not provide laundry services." Sayoko nodded thoughtfully.

"At least not right now."

Push Sayoko out of the kitchen, and the next thing is his battlefield.

……

In fact, it's just a simple soup base, and there is nothing fuss about hot pot at all.

In winter, when it is wet and cold, and at various times, as long as you want to eat hot pot, you can eat it quickly, and this is the charm of hot pot.

Running out to queue up in order to eat hot pot seems to him to be a kind of sacrificing the basics.

Controversial topics are put aside for the time being, and Sayoko is still waiting for the meal to begin.

At the end of the day, it's the eating that counts.

If you follow the original script, Mahiro Hoshino on Sunday will only be too lazy to cook, and save up the hunger in the morning, noon and night until the evening is simply solved at once.

But today, there are guests at home, so naturally you have to be hearted.

This was probably one of the most memorable meals in Hoshino's life.

But the process is very simple, about fifteen minutes.

In the final analysis, it is still home cooking, and the first thing is to make everyone happy than the bells and whistles.

【Simple, Fast, Delicious】This is the secret of home cooking that his mother taught him.

Pour the chopped radish and corn into the pot and add water.

Half of the work is gone, and then the things to be washed are processed and plated.

There is no technical content at all.

It's a pity that there are no red dates or wolfberries, otherwise the soup base could be better. If you have meat and bones, you can even reproduce the most classic flavors, but unfortunately time and materials do not allow it.

Deeply regretful, the matter went to the last ten minutes of waiting before the meal.

Hoshino Mahiro and Himenomiya Sayoko sat opposite each other.

The ingredients on the table are all set, and you just need to wait for the induction cooker to boil the soup.

A little patience is required at this time.

Neither of them spoke, watching the water heat up and boil little by little, until finally it gurgled and bubbled.

When the lid of the pot was opened, white gas came out of it, and the smell filled the room.

Through the white gas, you can vaguely see Sayoko's expectant look, there is a beautiful appetizer, maybe you can eat several more bowls of rice today.

Today's soup base is light, but after smelling it, it makes people want to eat it.

The white air slowly wafted out of the window, and maybe it would also pass on the smell to someone who was hungry and ready to eat.

It may cause trouble to others, and there is no way to do it.

Eating is a more cruel thing than falling in love.

It's already ready to eat.

"I'm moving." ×2

I am grateful for the ingredients, the cooks, and the diners who provide the ingredients.

The gurgling hot pot begins.