The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 2Volume 1 . - Suzufumi, Lets Quickly Forget About it
ROUND 2 – Suzufumi, Let’s Quickly Forget About it 2
Idols don’t have a spring break. Therefore, Yuzuki’s time at home is inconsistent.
Some days she leaves early in the morning, and on others, she returns home late at night.
Her schedule is filled to the minute with not just work but also singing and dance lessons, meetings, and so on.
That’s precisely why she should take nutrition seriously. The body is an asset, and health starts with the body.
It was just past seven in the evening when the sound of the key turning in the lock of room 810 was heard today.
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It was the return of the idol. I timed it appropriately and rang the doorbell of the neighboring room with the meal ready.
After a slight pause, a voice could be heard from the depths of the monitor, ‘…You really came.’
Still, the door is opened.
“Yo, I’ve come to deliver your dinner, Yuzuki.”
I make an effort to sound cheerful.
“…I told you I don’t need it.”
Yuzuki’s tone is low.
Perhaps she has just come out of the bath; her long black hair is damp, and her cheeks are faintly flushed.
She is dressed casually in a white T-shirt and dolphin shorts.
I’m almost captivated by her legs, but I hastily redirect my gaze.
“Don’t be so stiff. Look, I even went to the trouble of putting it in the Okamochi for you.”
An ‘okamochi’, is a silver square box that often appears in scenes where traditional Chinese restaurants make deliveries.
I borrowed it from the storeroom of our izakaya, which is a turnkey property.
(TN: Okamochi.)
“Hmph, I won’t fall for the same trick twice. I’ve just finished my workout, you know.”
She must have been working out right after getting back from work.
Despite the hard schedule of the day, she probably wants to rest as soon as possible.
“Fifty squats, thirty reps with the ab roller, and three sets of my original shape-up training. I do this every morning and evening——And for the finishing touch, this.”
With a smug chuckle, she pulled out a shaker that was slightly larger than the palm of her hand.
“Protein drink for efficient protein intake. Perfect, isn’t it?”
I sense her strong will. It seems she is aware of my visit and has decided to confront me head-on.
“…you’re not going to tell me that’s what you’re having for dinner, are you?”
As I stared at her while squinting my eyes, Yuzuki concealed her stomach with her hand as if to hide it.
“…With this, yesterday’s pork bowl incident is now ‘even’. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
With a faint blush on her cheeks, Yuzuki glared back at me fiercely.
Perhaps she intends to offset last night’s calories by being frugal with tonight’s dinner.
Yuzuki opened the lid of the shaker and quickly gulped down the protein.
She stood with her hands on her hips, much like an old man savoring a beer after a bath.
“Phew! That was delicious! Now, Suzufumi, you should quickly go back home.”
Yuzuki makes a shooing motion with her hands.
I can’t just obediently go home after being confronted with such an unbalanced diet.
I slide open the front lid of the Okamochi to reveal its contents.
I’ve removed the board that usually separates the upper and lower sections so that everything can be clearly seen.
“Now, can you still say the same after seeing this…?”
Framing the oval dish is a pure white béchamel sauce.
Within it, a meat sauce asserts its presence just like a mythical continent floating in a lake.
Beneath the red and white sauce lies a golden glow treasure of saffron rice
“Today’s menu is Milanese-style Doria.”
“Ugh!”
Yuzuki steps back, pressing her hand against her stomach.
Even a popular idol who has tasted many expensive dishes should be aware of the allure of Milanese Doria.
It’s the signature menu item of the national Italian restaurant chain and an immovable favorite number one product.
The price range that even middle and high school students can casually afford is also a factor supporting its popularity.
“Look-, it’s handmade from scratch, you know? Wouldn’t you like to try the splendid combination of a rich and smooth béchamel sauce with a meat sauce that’s packed with plenty of beef thigh meat?”
“I’ll Eat——No…!”
Yuzuki puts up a barrier with both palms, determined not to let the image of the Milanese doria reflect on her retina. Her large eyes are tightly shut.
Huh, you think you can resist if you don’t see it?
How naive——
I take out the premium item I had hidden in my left hand.
The item’s true identity is a dairy product in a small packet. I sprinkle the contents and flitter it over the surface.
“This smell… could it be, cheese?”
I flashed a grin.
“I’m going to borrow the kitchen.”
“N-no, you can’t!”
As I march into the kitchen, Yuzuki tries to stop me by spreading her arms wide.
However, I pass through as if breaking through the finish line tape and head towards the back of the kitchen.
Following yesterday’s pattern, I found myself in a woman’s house uninvited again.
Of course, it’s not without a sense of guilt, but this is an unquestionably serious battle.
In order to achieve the noble goal of making Yuzuki fall for my cooking, I can’t just stand around politely making conversation.
Now that it’s come to this, I’ll go as far as I can.
In the kitchen, I found a toaster oven on top of the refrigerator. Insert the dish and turn the lever.
The upper part lights up red, sizzling and browning the cheese.
“Ah… Aahhh…”
Attracted by the smell, Yuzuki staggers towards the kitchen. I take her hand and seat her on the cushion in front of the low table.
