The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 7Volume 2 .5 - Suzufumi no Bāka ②

ROUND 7 – Suzufumi no Bāka ② 5

At seven in the morning, I wake up as usual before my smartphone alarm goes off.

The sight of the beautiful girl breathing peacefully in front of me almost makes me raise my voice.

After a few moments, I remember the fact that I shared a bed with the popular idol next door.

Even after a night has passed, Yuzuki’s fingers are still entwined with my right hand.

While feeling reluctant to let go, I gently withdrew my hand and got out of bed.

After covering Yuzuki with the futon, I wash my face and brush my teeth, then head to the kitchen.

Even after washing my hands before cooking, the afterglow of last night doesn’t fade.

I clearly remembered the warmth and feel of Yuzuki’s hand.

I hope she will feel the same when she wakes up later.

“…Alright, let’s make Yuzuki happy today too.”

While dinner is the highlight at a ryokan, breakfast is also important.

The morning meal in a spacious and quiet Japanese-style room has a different charm from that at home.

However, there’s no need to prepare an elaborate menu.

In fact, at times like these, the more classic the menu is, the more pleasant it is.

First, I prepare the miso soup.

I use soybean miso with nameko mushrooms and tofu for a gentle and smooth taste that’s perfect for breakfast.

Next is the thick omelet. I drizzle a little soy sauce and add chopped green onions to enhance the texture.

For me, the indispensable item for a Japanese breakfast is tako-san (octopus) sausages. I cut the sausages in half, make cuts on the cross-section, and cook it.

The heated wieners spread their eight legs on the frying pan.

Finally, a bowl full of steaming white rice completes the meal.

I place the full breakfast set on a tray and return to the Japanese-style room.

Yuzuki is still in the dream world, exposing her defenseless sleeping face. I was tempted to poke her cheek, but I resisted.

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I set the breakfast on the low table and open the curtains.

The refreshing sunlight streams into the room, causing Yuzuki to squint from the brightness.

“Come on, it’s morning. Wake up.”

“Mmmhm…”

Sitting up abruptly, Yuzuki’s bedhead hair dangled loosely.

Seemed to not be a morning person, Yuzuki swayed side to side with her eyes closed like a metronome.

Her completely relaxed expression was a fresh sight.

A new side of Yuzuki that also made my heart flutter.

Yuzuki dozed for a while but eventually began to sniff the air.

“Mmmhm… smells good…”

A smile spread across Yuzuki’s face. It seemed she was still not fully awake.

As a test, I brought a plate with sausages and a thick omelet closer to Yuzuki’s nose.

“Umm… crispy and fragrant sausages, and the omelet seasoned strongly with soy sauce, they go so well with rice…♥”

This girl started a food critic in her dream.

“The juice from the sausage overflows in the mouth, a veritable fountain…♥ The more you chew, the more the savory taste and aroma of the meat fills your mouth…♥ Ah, there’s green onion in the omelet too… The refreshing scent is perfect for waking up in the morning…♥”

To identify the ingredients with such precision without both sight and taste, what an incredibly sharp sense of smell.

Then, I brought the miso soup to Yuzuki’s nose.

“The deep richness and slight bitterness of the red miso soup tightens up the mouth…♥ The nameko mushrooms and tofu are comforting…♥”

The accuracy was so astounding that I began to feel a little scared. It was as if I was facing a strong enemy character who could predict every attack.

So, I quickly returned to the kitchen to prepare an additional menu item.

Even though it was a morning in a Japanese-style room, there was no need to limit the menu to Japanese cuisine.

I made pancakes with cake flour, eggs, sugar, salt, milk, vanilla essence, and baking powder, drenched them in maple syrup, and topped them off with crispy bacon.

The sweetness of the pancakes and the saltiness of the bacon were a classic combination.

Finally, I added a generous dollop of whipped cream.

Once again, I place it on the tray and the moment I step on the tatami mats,

Yuzuki began to sniff the air, mumbling.

Wait, I shouldn’t be within her detection range yet!

“The light texture of the pancakes melts quickly in the mouth, and I can’t stop moving my knife and fork…♥ The batter uses cake flour with less gluten, so it’s moist and fluffy…♥ The compatibility with whipped cream goes without saying, but the saltiness of the crispy bacon matches perfectly too… it’s addictive…♥ mumble… mumble…“

A perfect ‘play’ was achieved.

Even in her sleep, Yuzuki is still Yuzuki.

“…Huh!?”

Suddenly, Yuzuki opens her eyes and looks around.

“I feel like I was eating delicious food in a dream just now!”

Such a strong passion for food. Even if she hadn’t succeeded as an idol, she would have reigned supreme as a top gourmet TV personality for sure.

“Good morning, Yuzuki. Breakfast is ready.”

Upon spotting the tray full of breakfast, Yuzuki’s eyes sharpened instantly.

“…I will not give in!”

“Don’t worry, it’s already too late.”

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In the end, Yuzuki not only polished off both the Japanese and Western plates but also finished off the leftover tempura from yesterday.

For me, it was a relief since it meant less cleanup before checkout.

“What will you do tonight? Stay another night?”

It was a question that hardly needed asking. Yuzuki quietly shook their head.

“I’m going home today.”

“Yeah, I think that’s best.”

Compared to last night, Yuzuki seemed to have recovered quite a bit.