The dinner that was cooked with the head chef’s skill was delicious.
So much so that, from the very first bite your mouth will already be requesting for seconds……
However, I had decided to diet, I’ve got to do my best to stop having second helpings all at once.
Uu…… meat…… (TLN: I’ve no clue if the お in お肉 does anything or if it is just a sound she is making… 肉 means meat but that is all I got out of it. Other MTL also says お肉 together also means meat so I have no clue what the difference is)
The meat topped with b.u.t.ter is already juicy, with each bite the meaty juices will gush out every time
The degree of cooking is exquisite, not too hard, not too soft……
The steak that had been subjected to sauce leaves a refreshing aftertaste which can be considered as amazing.
Because of meat……
What it means.
Perhaps, it’s perhaps, one of the reasons I am fat is because the skill of the head chef is too good.
Because if it had not been so delicious I would not have had seconds.
Un. Certainly it is because of the head chef. My obesity is.
Good grief…… Mogumogu.(TLN: chewing/munching sfx)
“Iyaa, I was scared to death when I heard that you had collapsed, but it seems you are well. But you are not going to ask for seconds? You always have three more helpings…… why it seems you do not have an appet.i.te, perhaps are you still not feeling well?”
I had been immersed in the flavour of the meat and returned to myself when I heard Otou-sama’s voice.
Otou-sama was staring at me with kind eyes full of affection.
To think, Otou-sama had always been watching me like this while I was eating meals.
I wonder what, something…… I remember seeing those eyes……
…………Mutsugo◯u…………?(TLN: ムツゴ◯ウI have no clue what this is. Is it a reference to something? Or is it just another sfx…. Please tell me what it is.)
Somehow I felt an unpleasant feeling, so I ceased thinking further.
Otou-sama has blond hair and blue eyes, a n.o.bleman like one that would come out of fairy tales. Despite the fact that his age is over 30, he looked young similar to someone in the first half of their twenties, along with Okaa-sama who is also beautiful like a flower standing beside him, they make one beautifully framed painting.
Because of the blood of these parents, my disappointing appearance without a doubt is due to the head chef.
“No, Otou-sama. I have decided to diet. So I will no longer ask for second helpings anymore.”
Really. This plate is the last. Last……
Unintentionally with calm eyes I stared at the dishes.
When I forcibly managed to peel my line of sight away from the plate, Otou-sama’s beautiful face was distorted with a look of shock.
Gatan! Knocking over the chair as he stood up, Otou-sama looked up to towards the heavens in an exaggerated gesture.
“Diet…… you mean? That thing, that is rumoured by many to be extremely severe?! Similar to torture where one must continually eat the same thing, be trapped in a hot room(sauna, I bet), and drink ma.s.sive amounts of water that does not taste like anything! As a result of failing to endure such terrible frustration and torture, I hear some people’s hearts will grow ill from it. Furthermore, even after a miraculous success and you feel relieved, almost everyone without exception is subjected to the curse of a rebound!” (TLN: Otou-sama’s reaction is the best! I imagine a handsome ikemen shouting all this out up to the sky in one breath while tearing up and crying.)
What sort of extreme jailhouse is this.
However, while he wasn’t necessarily mistaken, I do not really understand.
“Why to…… why, to my cute Cosette, must she receive such a severe torture……”
In the end Otou-sama covered his face as he burst into tears, I, Cosette……
To put it frankly I slowly drew back.
What is this person.
While I stared at Otou-sama with eyes seeing something unpleasant, Okaa-sama’s gentle soft voice cut in.
“Dear(Anata), It will be alright. In the first place a diet is for the sake of beauty and is done voluntarily by one’s own will, it is not torture. Our lovely Cosette, is just trying to be even more lovely. For now why don’t we warmly watch over her.”
Suddenly realizing, Otou-sama turned to look back at Okaa-sama, then at the knees began to pray near Okaa-sama’s foot.
For some reason, Oo, oh G.o.d…… I hear a voice calling.
Un, somehow it is tiresome, it does not matter anymore.
With the two people(couple) of this world who are defined as my parents, I savoured the last of the meat.