I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga Chapter 15: Making A Lunch Box

We moved from Tjs room to the kitchen for cooking practice.

So, what are you going to teach ?

She had changed into an apron before I knew it.

I brought the one I used at ho in advance, so I put it around my waist and spoke.

You wont be able to copy anything thats too hard, so I think we should make a simple side dish first.

There was a total of three candidates in mind.

Karaage1Karaage is a Japanese cooking technique in which various foodsmost often chicken, but also other at and fishare deep fried in oil., Vienna sausage, rolled olet.

With this, even beginners who were new to cooking could follow it.

It was the most popular side dish in the lunch box.

I presented the choices to see if it was okay for both of them, and they nodded.

Kishimoto asked in a lively voice.

Then what are you going to make first?

Vienna sausage.

If I had to put a difficulty level, it was the lowest of the three side dishes.

You just have to cut the sausage and grill it on a frying pan.

Tj, who heard , imdiately picked up the kitchen knife.

I feel sothing significant about you holding it.

Do you want to die, dude?

She was used to handling a knife because she was in the kendo club, so she was flamboyantly brandishing the kitchen knife in the air.

It may be because of the combination of red hair and fierce eyes, but it looked incredibly bloody.

Anyway, waiting for her excitent to subside, I put a red Vienna sausage on the cutting board and explained it to her in an easy-to-understand manner.

Cut a third of Viennas torso with a knife. If you repeat this twice, there will be four tentacles, and if you repeat it four tis, its eight. Its easy, right?

Huh, this is nothing!

After saying that, she started trimming the Vienna sausage skillfully.

As we worked together, a pack of Vienna sausage was quickly finished.

I decided to add a bit of decoration here.

Kishimoto, who was watching us cook, murmured.

Black sesa?

You need to make eyes for the octopus.

As I said so, I poked black sesa with a toothpick on the octopus-shaped sausage.

It was the end of the preparation.

I put the frying pan on the fire and poured in the trimd Vienna sausage when the iron plate was moderately heated.

Sizzle!

The Vienna sausage slowly rolled out as heat was applied.

Unlike Korean Vienna sausages, which were mostly brown, Japanese ones were characterized by red outside and white inside.

The red color was made with pignt, and the white inside was because it had a high flour content like a sausage made by mixing fish at.

It didnt need any special cooking skills, so I cooked the surface to the point where it turned yellowish and put it on a plate prettily.

Shortly afterwards, Tj, who followed with a plate of roasted Vienna sausage, shook her hand with a proud look.

Huh. If I stumble, its no big deal!

Its not bad to be full of confidence when cooking.

We simultaneously presented the plate to Kishimoto, who decided to taste it.

Then, Kishimoto, who held up wooden chopsticks with a gesture that seed to be stroking her beard.

After dabbing the yellow mustard, my roast Vienna sausage was sucked into her mouth.

Crisp!

Hm!

Kishimoto opened her eyes as soon as she put it in her mouth.

It just tastes like a normal Vienna sausage?

Right, I didnt have anything mixed.

Kishimoto, who tasted the sausage I baked first, ate the sausage that Tj baked this ti.

Oh, I think its okay except for the burnt outside.

When I heard her, I picked up a sausage baked by Tj and put it in my mouth.

Chew.

Its a bumr to control the fire, but its her first ti, so I should give her a pass.

Her lips twitched when she heard our assessnt.

But there was still a long way to go.

This was because there were the biggest ones left, egg rolls and karaage, the two biggest side dishes of the lunch box.

***

It was about two hours after the chaotic cooking class ended.

Tj Karen, who gained confidence with the easiest to make, Vienna sausage, was completely demotivated by a series of failures.

Sigh I didnt expect cooking to be this difficult.

Its okay! If you practice a lot, youll get better soon!

You cant be full at the first drink, but even considering that, this one was seriously clumsy.

First of all, trying to use only high heat unconditionally was a major cause of failure.

I didnt know there were people in the world who didnt understand that there were low and dium heat in the gas stove.

While I was looking away for a while, she made a karaage of coal rolls and controlled the fire arbitrarily, saying it was too slow, then she tried the food she made and looked indescribable.

Ugh Ugh Ha!

Tj swallowed what she put in her mouth, barely spitting it out, and after that, her chopsticks only went toward the food I made.

What she made was almost like food waste.

I taught her how to use a tir for her, who lacked patience when cooking.

It was better to set the ti exactly when the cooking ended for soone lacking in concentration.

Due to ti constraints, I had to end it here for today, but I wrote down the recipe on a notepad and asked her to practice again.

Then Tj carefully hugged the recipe I wrote in her arms as if it were a treasure.

Well, we should have dinner before its too late.

I decided to make Chinese food, which was my main specialty, after making side dishes for lunch boxes and checking the remaining ingredients.

Sizzle!

Grease a large wok, add a lot of sliced green onions, and stir with a ladle.

This was to make green onion oil, and it was an act to add flavor to the oil and the dish.

Its impossible to get the high heat required for Chinese cooking if its a gas stove in a typical ho, but there was no lack of firepower here.

Seeing the green onion oil boiling in an instant, I mixed the eggs and instant rice in a wok.

Splash! Splash!

It was like a ship that ets strong winds and waves in the sea, and every ti I waved my arm, a golden wave bounced from inside the black wok dazzled our eyes.

Lastly, simply season it with salt and pepper, then put it in a rice bowl, shape it, and turn it over on a plate.

The golden fried rice, which was completed about five minutes after starting cooking, showed its beautiful appearance on a plate.

Waw!

Kishimoto eyes shined at the appearance of sodas.

It was the sa for Tj, who was next to her.

When I handed them a spoon, the two began to eat the fried rice in a hurry.

I left sothing to eat separately, so when I was eating fried rice alone as if savoring it, Kishimoto suddenly asked curiously.

Since when have you been so good at cooking Ryu-chan?

When I heard her question, I recalled the old days.

When was that

The first ti I thought I should make a lunch box myself was during the second sester of the first grade.

Unlike when I was a middle school student who went to school near my house, I had to leave ho at least around 7:00 to be in ti for high school.

So, my mother woke up at dawn every day and made a lunch box, and whenever I saw her tired face, I felt sorry for it, so I thought I should make a lunch box myself from the second sester.

The first day I made my lunch box, I woke up at 4 a.m. and started making it, but I ended up skipping lunch because I failed to make enough food to eat.

The next day, I learned how to catch eggs without breaking them and managed to finish them at around 7:30 in the morning. Of course, I was late that day.

As ti went by, the ti it took for to make lunchboxes decreased little by little, and one day I woke up at 4 a.m. and realized that even if I made my lunchbox, the sun would still not rise outside.

By repeating the sa act every day without missing out, I beca better.

My father, who watched the whole effort silently from the sidelines, allowed to enter the store kitchen after this day.

It felt like I was recognized as the successor of Mikoya, the restaurant containing my parents youth.

After hearing all the story, I calmly told, Kishimoto said, whipping her eyes with a handkerchief taken out of her arms.

Its so touching that you think about making your own lunch box for your hard-working mother!

Who does it for you?

Huh? Of course, its my mom whos making it with love?

She was such a devoted daughter.

As I ate while chatting, the fried rice on the plate quickly disappeared.

I smacked my lips with regret but asked them for their plates to wash the dishes.

Tj stopped from washing the dishes because the employee of the house could do it, because we ca to play, it didnt seem polite, so he even cleaned up the ss himself.

He said he would take by car as he did when we ca, but I refused because the subway was still running.

Then Tj, who ca to et us directly to the subway station, mumbled her lips and bowed her head.

Thank you both for today. I wont forget this favor.

Then, smiling happily, Kishimoto, who asked Tj to exchange her e-mail address first, waved and said,

See you at school tomorrow!

It seed that the two naturally beca friends because of todays incident.