「Fuwaaaa&h.e.l.lip; delishhh&h.e.l.lip;!」

Now! It’s the long-awaited tasting time!

Although I say that, there are no rice bowls in our house. While that may be true, subst.i.tuting it with a luxurious soup bowl or flat plate and eating with a silver spoon would feel somewhat off&h.e.l.lip;

I have to make rice bowl and chopsticks too.

That being the case, I tried making a simple salt musubi!

Because it was molded by a child’s hands, it turned into a little, small triangular musubi, but it was airy and fluffy, an excellent nigiri.

Already&h.e.l.lip; already&h.e.l.lip; this much of a feast. Thank you very much&h.e.l.lip;!

Haaa&h.e.l.lip; I can’t forbid the tears when I think all the hards.h.i.+ps (mainly hards.h.i.+ps suffered by Miria) until now&h.e.l.lip;

s.h.i.+n was also eating silently next to me who was trembling with excitement from indulging in the elegantly-looking salt musubi.

「It’s delicious&h.e.l.lip; and has a nostalgic taste」

s.h.i.+n said with an incomprehensible expression between sobbing and laughing.

「Is it eaten in the same way in your Otousama’s birthplace?」

I can’t miss gathering information. I think I should know everything there is about the certain country in the east. A simpler rice polis.h.i.+ng method and rice companions surely exist&h.e.l.lip;!

「Ahh&h.e.l.lip; probably. I have eaten Lars only while traveling with parents. When Tousan was cooking&h.e.l.lip; his were too large, so Kaasan molded them like this&h.e.l.lip; it was occasionally too salty, so the two quarreled」

s.h.i.+n answered with a sudden smile.

He must have recalled the fun times he spent with his parents.

Uuu&h.e.l.lip; I’m not crying&h.e.l.lip;

「However, you did well getting Lars. Moreover, even the way of making it&h.e.l.lip;」

「Ah! I got this from Thomas Jiisan! I can get it for you anytime you want to eat it!」

That way, I can reproduce the nostalgic taste anytime! Leave it to me! Rice polis.h.i.+ng is tough though!

「Thomas Jiisan, you say&h.e.l.lip; the stables guard?」

s.h.i.+n stared at me with a suspicious gaze.

Ha! c.r.a.p&h.e.l.lip; I had a slip of tongue.

「&h.e.l.lip; Ojousama, where. did. you. get. this?」

s.h.i.+n asked me who averted my gaze with a chilly voice. Glance.

「Ojousama?」

No~! Your smile is frightening&h.e.l.lip;!

「Umm&h.e.l.lip; it’s a secret」

Trying to deceive s.h.i.+n with tehepero didn’t work on him. He really is so perceptive it’s troublesome.

Lengthy silence is scary&h.e.l.lip;

「Haa&h.e.l.lip; this doesn’t seem suitable for Ojousama to eat, so I will be confiscating it」

Saying such, he raised the plate and confiscated it.

「Eh!? No way, wait a moment!! Even though I haven’t eaten the crispy rice at the bottom yet~!!!!」

The plate was raised so high I couldn’t reach it even after jumping. T, the height difference is hateful.

Uwaan, s.h.i.+n you meanie~!

I shouldn’t leave the crispy rice for the last just because it’s my favoriteーーー!