The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 6Volume 1 .2 - Hurry up and make it♥

ROUND 6 – Hurry up and make it♥ 2

For the first hour, Yuzuki focused solely on the task without glancing aside.

Perhaps to overcome her instincts, she didn’t let the world outside the table enter her field of vision.

The study session itself was going smoothly.

As expected of someone who usually sings and dances, Yuzuki had a good memory.

She quickly grasped what she was taught and even had the adaptability to solve application problems on her own.

However, studying in an environment filled with the smell of Jiromaru steadily eroded Yuzuki’s mental state.

Her eyes became vacant, and her focus blurred.

When I peeked at her notebook to see what she had been writing so enthusiastically, I was horrified to see ‘Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-Jiromaru-‘, all over the page as if she was copying sutras.

As the sun began to set amidst all this, Yuzuki seemed to have finally reached her limit due to the vast amount of knowledge crammed in and the repeated temptations of foods.

Her eyes, which were in a state of collapse, began to swirl, and she opened and closed her mouth.

“…I… can’t…”

“What?”

“I can’t take it anymore!”

With a declaration of surrender, Yuzuki went ‘pop’ and deflated.

She dropped her mechanical pencil and collapsed headfirst onto the table.

Shaking her shoulder did nothing; she didn’t move at all, as if time had been suspended around the table.

“H-hey, are you okay?”

When she finally raised her head, Yuzuki’s eyes were fixed on me.

Like a carnivorous beast, she was emitting a sharp glare.

“…how about we call it a day and have dinner?”

It was the moment my Operation Homemade Jiro succeeded.

However, there was a reason I couldn’t be completely happy about it.

“….Rejected. The deadline is tomorrow, so no meals until everything is done.”

I couldn’t fully enjoy my beloved Jiro-style ramen unfinished assignments hanging over us.

“Eating a meal would be a good change of pace. It’ll boost your motivation too.”

“If you eat ramen, you’ll definitely get sleepy. No way.”

I scolded Yuzuki, who was urging me to eat. Our roles were reversed from usual.

Truth be told, I too wanted to throw the textbooks aside and start preparing dinner right away.

But with assignments still remaining, it was clear which should take priority.

“I’ve been taught everything I didn’t understand, so I can do the rest on my own. Considering the time it’ll take to clean up, shouldn’t we start getting ready now?”

“It’s not a problem. Anyway, the large pot will be soaked and washed tomorrow.”

“Come on… even if we leave the washing for tomorrow, there are still plenty of household chores left undone today. Let’s quickly eat and then enjoy some free time…”

Before I knew it, Yuzuki had moved next to me and began whispering in my ear.

My whole body tingled—my thoughts scattered.

Unlike Yuzuki, who has been glued to the table the whole time, I’ve been standing by the pot periodically, so my accumulated cravings are huge.

I’m also desperately holding back my appetite, which can explode at any moment.

“Aren’t you tired? You’ve been teaching me all day. Suzufumi, you’re amazing.”

Suddenly, she patted my head.

Perhaps because I’m not used to being praised, my consciousness concentrates on my head.

“The rich soup that directly stimulates the stomach, the thick and chewy noodles, the strong hit of minced garlic, the meaty shoulder roast chashu… You don’t have to hold back anymore. Homemade Jiro is meant to be enjoyed whenever you like——”

My vision blurs, and a haze forms in my head.

My ability to think fades away—I want to give up.

“I, I am…”

As if delivering the final blow, Yuzuki’s lips come to zero distance from my ear.

“Hurry up and make it♥”

Accompanied by a light sigh, her sweet voice overwrites the command system in my brain.

“…Yes”

I stand up and stagger toward the kitchen.

The emulsification process that unifies the soup and fat was just about to finish as if it had been timed for our meal.

What I took out of the fridge was the extra-thick noodles I had prepared the night before. They contain a lot of wheat husk, offering a unique flavour.

I throw them into boiling water and cook them ‘al dente’.

For the sauce, I use a ratio of 1 part dark soy sauce, mirin, and umami seasoning to 5 parts emulsified soup.

Into this, I add three hundred grams of noodles, which is about twice the amount used in a normal serving of ramen.

After flipping the noodles to mix them in, it’s time for the toppings.

A generous amount of bean sprouts and roughly chopped cabbage boiled until slightly wilted were added.

A small amount of kaeshi (seasoning) is poured over the noodles to blend the flavors. Then it’s time to crown the noodles.

I ask Yuzuki, who is watching me cook over my shoulder,

“Should I add garlic?” (Ninniku iremasu ka?)

This is a confirmation of toppings at a Jiro-style or Jiro-inspired ramen shop.

Call out “yasai” for a mountain of bean sprouts and cabbage.

Call out “ninniku” for a generous amount of chopped garlic.

Call out “abura” for a graceful sprinkling of pork fat.

If you call out “Karame” to have extra seasoning poured over the top.

Say “Mashi” or “Mashimashi” for an even larger portion.

When you want more meat, you buy tickets like “Buta” or “ō buta.”

Although there are some differences depending on the store, these calls are synonymous with Jiro-style ramen.

Eventually, Yuzuki speaks up.

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“——Yasai ninniku mashimashi abura karamé mashi, ō buta daburu(double) de”

It was a very confident call without any hesitation.

First, I started piling up the slightly wilted vegetables into the bowl with tongs.

The peak of this vegetable mountain easily exceeded thirty centimeters in height.

Next to the vegetables, I place a chunk of chopped garlic, about the size of a toddler’s fist.

Then, eight slices of pork shoulder chashu were placed alongside. The boldly cut pork was thoroughly marinated in the sauce.

Finally, the abura. Roughly crushed, melt-in-your-mouth back fat was evenly sprinkled on top.

The ramen, adorned with white specks all over, looked like a snow fairy.