The Pretty Girl Next to Me Asks Strange Questions Every Day

20 – Wait a minute then?

“Then can you wait a bit?”

Ina said, pretending to roll her arms up. It’s summer clothes, so I don’t even have sleeves to roll up.

In school uniform and apron. There is only one item added to the usual outfit, but it gives a different impression. To be honest, I feel like a young newlywed.

When I got home, Ina was already in this outfit. Not a cosplay It was not aimed at any kind of fetishism. Well, maybe not.

Why is Ina dressed like this?

“I came over to play and he even helped me make dinner, which is very commendable.”

“Ahahahaha. Thank you.”

It was to help cook.

In the kitchen, Inna and her mother started busy.

Ina moved out of her way so as not to get in the way, and her mother laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

Did she take it easy when the customer offered to help? My mother is also a very peculiar person. Or, Ina’s affinity won another victory.

“At that level, you can just make me your daughter-in-law~”

I looked at Ina while ignoring her older sister’s whispers next to her.

After getting used to cutting, he cuts the next ingredient with quick movements without hesitation. Seasonings are also sprinkled without measuring. She seemed to know the approximate amount needed.

It was a skill that had done a lot of cooking. All I know how to do is fried eggs and ramen, so even I noticed it at once.

“Do you usually cook often?”

Her mother asked with a benevolent smile whether she was checking Inna’s skills with her sideways glance.

I thought about it for a while.

“Umm~ I don’t know if it’s often, but I think I do it three or four times a week.”

“Are you helping mom? Not even good Unlike my son.”

“He helps with other chores besides cooking.”

My rebuttal did not reach her mother’s ears. When I need to clean or do laundry, I do everything. As for cooking, the barrier to entry was so high that I couldn’t even touch it.

Cuckold Dunina immediately replied with a smile on her eyes.

“Actually, my parents are often busy. So she often has to cook and eat alone……. I kind of got used to it.”

“Oh, so?”

Her mother made a pity tone, but she didn’t seem to care.

When I went to her house, Ina and her parents didn’t come until quite late. There were often times when he had to prepare meals by himself. Getting used to cooking is understandable.

She said she got used to being alone at night too. It would never be a pleasure to get used to these kinds of things.

“By the way, what are you two doing?”

To her mother’s question, the older sister said, “Huh?” And she began to explain.

“Did I tell you? Because I used to be the head of the newspaper club—”

“No. Not that.”

Isn’t that what it is?

“You two.”

Well, which two are you asking? He said he didn’t ask about the relationship between Ina and his sister. Of course you didn’t ask about my sister and me.

In that case.

When she reached that point, her mother smiled and turned around.

“What are you doing with this lady?”

She knew this.

“It is dangerous to do something else with a knife.”

I pointed it out, but I don’t even pay attention. She just looks at me with a smirk. There was a bit of doubt mixed in her eyes.

She snorted and answered truthfully.

“It’s not a big deal. Just a member of the same newspaper club in the same class next to me. That’s it.”

“What is it? So?”

Mom quickly turned her head away.

I wonder if she was disappointed when she said they weren’t together. It’s true that she’s not dating, and it’s also true that she’s a member of the newspaper club in the same class next to her. If she didn’t believe it, it would be rather difficult.

“You mean just classmates and classmates?”

“Yes.”

She immediately affirmed, so even though it was a surprising fact, she nodded her head several times as if she realized it.

“Kids these days are so much fun~ They’re just friends in the same class and in the same class, and they even come to my house.”

“… ….”

“In addition, he said he wanted to cook for me and offered to help me make meals.”

Did you say you wanted to cook for me?

What…… Since he seems to have become quite close with his older sister, he may have had a desire to treat him to delicious food. Or were you thinking of showing off your cooking skills to me?

Mom may have said it with some intention, but she has no obligation to follow suit. Squeezing her mouth shut, she decided to pretend she didn’t hear.

Since I didn’t respond, her mother’s target changed to Ina.

“Are all kids these days like this?”

Ina tilted her head as she moved the rice into her rice bowl with her spatula.

“Um~ Well?”

Then it turns to me.

“Hey, what do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

…… Why are you asking me

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Dad arrived home when the meal was ready.

She had heard that Ina was staying at her house, but she probably didn’t know what kind of girl Inna was. Dad looked at her Ina blankly, then she looked back at me, then at her Ina again.

“What happened to you?”

― Saying the same thing, she was surprised.

Dad seemed to want to mix her words with Ina. However, the mother said, “Isn’t it good for children to eat alone?” And brought her father into her bedroom.

Thanks to that, the only ones left were me, my older sister, and Ina.

The three-way meeting my sister had hoped for came true.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think about prying skewers while eating.”

My older sister, who managed to read my worries, said while wielding chopsticks.

“Really?”

“You say you don’t even touch a dog when you eat.”

This is a very embarrassing statement. He said he wouldn’t touch me while I was eating, so I decided to focus on my meal.

“I will eat well.”

After greeting the meal, he picked up chopsticks. Today was a feast in its own way. The side dishes were more diverse than usual, probably because the two of them made the side dishes.

What shall we eat first?

I was thinking about it, but Ina’s eyes were shining on the other side.

“… ….”

She shoots her eyes at you asking you to speak to her.

Even if noona doesn’t touch it, it must be wrong to eat it with peace of mind.

“Why is that?”

“Hey, you know. Seasoned bean sprouts, did I season it?”

“Um, is that so?”

Ina still had her eyes shining.

She’s abruptly giving her TMI, so it’s embarrassing to answer. But, well, she can take it to mean that she wants to eat the food she made.

Failed by Ina’s aura, I finally picked up the seasoned bean sprouts and put them in my mouth.

“How is it?”

I saw Ina gulping her saliva.

“It’s so delicious.”

“Really?”

Ina asked back with a big smile.

Really. It was seasoned properly and the chewy taste of the bean sprouts was well preserved. It was a truly excellent side dish. This alone is enough to fill a bowl of rice.

“This too.”

Next, Ina pointed to fried squid.

“I also cut the vegetables in here.”

Are you asking me to eat this too?

I reached for the fried squid and picked up the onion.

“How is it?”

As expected, he seemed nervous.

“It is delicious because the seasoning is well absorbed.”

“Really?”

My mother’s unique slightly spicy seasoning permeated the onions. If you sliced it wrong, you would have left the onion alone, and it would have just tasted spicy and crunchy.

Ina laughed and then spread her index finger toward the miso soup.

“And this miso soup. I also cut the tofu into cubes.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

I tried to ask, but the twinkling eyes didn’t retract. I guess that meant eating too. I picked up a spoon and tried to eat the tofu in the miso soup.

“What does it taste like?”

“Ugh, hmm. It feels like the taste of tofu was well preserved.”

“hehehe. Thank you.”

He strokes his head as if he’s embarrassed. I don’t know what I’m thankful for, but tofu will taste like tofu no matter how you slice it…….

Anyway, I’m glad you seemed happy. I guess so. It is only natural that you feel better when you are praised for your skills by others. I would have been happy too.

Then I suddenly remembered the existence of someone and looked around.

“Wow… ….”

My sister was watching us with a puzzled face.

“This is just…….”

After talking that far, he closed his mouth.

“No, that’s it. I didn’t even touch it while eating.”

“…… Eat my sister delicious.”

I roughly expected what he would say, but I decided to pretend I didn’t know. My older sister looked ridiculous, but she soon picked up a pair of chopsticks with bean sprouts.

“Oh. It’s delicious.”

I looked at Ina with my eyes wide open as if I was surprised inside.

“Are you good at cooking?”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. You are almost like my mother?”

“Ahahahaha. Thank you.”

My older sister smiled coyly.

“Honest, good-natured and good at cooking.”

He raises his chin and continues talking behind his back.

“Seriously, I will make a good wife later.”

I don’t think it’s persuasive for my older sister, who doesn’t seem to be a good wife, to say that.

However, Ina laughed as if she was embarrassed. I could see her cheeks slowly turning red. She’s always playing pranks on me, but she seems helpless with compliments.

Then she rolled her eyes and looked at me.

“You say so?”

“…… I heard it too.”

No, why do you keep asking me…….