The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 3Volume 1 . - Which part? Hey, which part?
ROUND 3 – Which part? Hey, which part? 3
As usual, I carry my Okamochi and ring the bell of the next door.
Today’s strategy is as follows.
First, I’ll offer up some piping hot yakisoba in a classic move.
Like the Milan-style Doria from the day before, I won’t forget the performance of sprinkling green seaweed and tempura scraps right in front of her.
At this stage, she probably won’t give in yet, so I’ll swiftly launch my second shot.
Apart from the yakisoba, I’ve prepared white rice.
It’s not that I’m saying to eat the white rice with the yakisoba as a side dish.
Though that’s delicious in its own right, what I’m attempting to make is ‘Sobameshi.’
It’s a B-grade gourmet dish originating from Kobe, consisting of finely chopped yakisoba and rice stir-fried together.
To differentiate the taste from the yakisoba, I plan to sprinkle fish powder as a finishing touch.
It’s a perfect plan.
For a palate cleanser, I’ve also prepared some boiled spinach in the lower compartment of the Okamochi.
The front door opens. Today’s Yuzuki doesn’t have any protein with her.
In other words, defenseless.
“I’ve made dinner. Today’s menu is yakisoba. Let’s eat together.”
With a smile, I brought dinner, to which Yuzuki responded with a sigh.
——Come on, resist as you always do. I’m prepared for every possible scenario.
However, the words that came from her mouth were unexpected.
“…Please come in.”
“Huh?”
Did she just say, ‘please come in’? Did ‘that’ Yuzuki just welcome me?
What’s going on?
Yesterday and the day before, the moment I offered my cooking, Yuzuki contorted her face and resisted desperately.
But she’s unusually submissive and accepting without any fuss today.
While tilting my head in confusion, I was led to the living room.
Even when I took out a silver plate filled with yakisoba from the Okamochi, Yuzuki swallowed hard, yet her expression was somehow different from before.
Well, it’s fine. I just have to fulfill my mission.
After scattering various toppings over the yakisoba on the low table, I gestured with my hand.
“This time, I chose thick noodles to enjoy a chewy texture. I also cut the vegetables large to retain a crunchy bite.”
“…I’ve been thinking about why I lost the past two days.”
With a resolute attitude, Yuzuki pushed the plate back toward me.
“Pork bowls and Milan-style Doria are not impossible to make at home, but basically, you can’t really get the proper thing unless you order them at a restaurant. It was that rarity that made me give in.”
“Oh, I see.”
“But today’s yakisoba is different. Compared to the previous two dishes, it’s something you can easily make at home, and there are plenty of opportunities to eat it at outdoor festivals or catering events. In other words, it’s not a menu that can only be enjoyed right now!”
Yuzuki, pointing her index finger at me sharply, looked like a great detective in a mystery novel, pinpointing the culprit.
I see—so she figured that if the yakisoba wasn’t rare, she could resist the temptation even if it was presented right in front of her.
That’s why she let me into her house so easily.
I really think to myself. This idol is too naive.
“This Chinese-style noodle is the same product used at my dad’s store. It’s an expensive one that we get wholesale from the noodle factory, and I don’t think it’s something you can easily find around town?”
“…what?”
Yuzuki’s composure vanished from her face.
“They say they blend four types of flour, each carefully selected for the grinding method and place of origin. It even comes with a catchy slogan like ‘Divine noodles that perfectly balance suppleness with chewiness.’ “
“D-Divine noodles…”
Her voice’s intensity dropped sharply.
But Yuzuki still shook her head vigorously from side to side as if to dispel her worldly desires.
“What’s divine about it! It’s not like there won’t be other chances in the future!”
“Too bad. This noodle factory is planning to close down in the summer due to a lack of successors.”
That’s why Dad has been placing large orders for the past few months as a way of saying thanks.
The yakisoba is also very popular in the shop as the final dish to finish off a meal.
“S-shut up! Just so you know, today is the day that I won’t lose!”
Realizing that logical resistance is impossible, Yuzuki plays her last card of fighting spirit and determination.
“Yakisoba is nothing but a lump of carbs! I don’t want to eat this anti-diet menu, not even a little bit! The brown-stained noodles, the smell of the burnt sauce, the plentiful meat, the fresh vegetables, the toppings on the table, none of them are enough to make me succumb to your meal!”
“…Hmm?”
“Sure, the thick noodles have a strong texture and I think you can taste the wheat flavor. They also do go well with the sauce, making them suitable for yakisoba! By the way, does that noodle factory handle low-carb noodles as well?”
“No, I don’t think so…”
“Oh is that so? ——And not just the noodles, but cutting the ingredients into larger pieces to give them more presence is also to my liking! Not that it matters what I like!”
” …. “
Yuzuki, could it be that you’re already starting to give in after just these few seconds?
Hold on-hold on.
Where did that strong will you had when you invited me to your house go?
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No, I can guess the reason for the change of heart in such a short time.
It’s not just the noodle factory’s original noodles. Yuzuki has been forcibly inhaling the smell of the cooked sauce since earlier.
Few people can maintain their composure under the rich fragrance of yakisoba.
