Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 68: Asakura's omelet rice, like Amano's cookies, is not for sale.

The next morning - this statement is not accurate, he fell asleep at three in the morning and woke up at seven because he forgot to cancel the alarm on his mobile phone.

This morning was the same day as the mahjong party before going to bed.

He stroked his still dizzy head and looked out the window at the continuous plum rain. He saw Hei Mu lying on the floor unconscious and realized this. He put on his T-shirt and shorts and walked out of the room.

Takeda and Asakura washed up before him, so they should have rested 10 to 20 minutes earlier than him, but not much earlier. Compared with the eight hours of sleep they should have needed, it was a drop in the bucket.

But Asakura still woke up before him, and not less than in the morning.

"Good morning, Inoue-senpai." Asakura greeted him from behind the kitchen counter.

Her shoulder-length hair was tied up in a bun and pinned up, and she had already washed.

There are some simple ingredients and seasonings that I just bought on the kitchen counter.

Rice was steaming in the rice cooker, and miso soup was cooking in the soup pot with instant miso and fresh tofu. Asakura skillfully flipped the spatula and rolled up the fried egg.

"I can't find any ingredients in the refrigerator, so I can only make do with this. Please don't mind." Asakura looked at him in a daze and smiled apologetically.

"I've never cooked here before, and I always have bread for breakfast...that's why the fridge is empty." He explained slowly, his thoughts turning to words. Finally realizing the point of Asakura's words, he came to his senses. "How can I complain about guests helping with the cooking?...it's more like I mind your presence in the kitchen."

"No..." Asakura picked up the pan and pushed the golden and fragrant thick omelet onto the plate with a spatula. "Last night, it was Inoue-senpai who invited Kuroki-senpai back, right? I came here empty-handed..."

She put down the pot and asked him, "Would you like some omelet rice, Inoue-senpai? I'll make you one."

"I don't care what I eat... Takeda might like it." He thought of the alarm clock - Takeda also had the habit of setting alarms, and maybe he forgot to cancel it, so instead of waking himself up, he woke Asakura up.

"Well... then we'll have to wait until Miss Takeda wakes up. Where's Kuroki-senpai?"

"I guess he won't wake up until the afternoon." He responded and went to wash up, shave and brush his teeth.

When he returned to the dining room, Asakura had already prepared his omelet rice.

A complete and beautiful boat-shaped egg skin is placed on a plate of rice, evenly squeezed with ketchup.

"Here." He handed him a fruit knife, holding the sheath outside the blade with the handle facing him.

"What's the meaning……"

"Use a knife to cut the egg skin!" Asakura was surprised.

He took the knife and gently cut through the egg skin with almost no resistance.

The sticky and beautiful egg liquid then flowed everywhere, and this is almost the effect of omelet rice in a commercial.

"Like cooking?"

"Remember the dessert shop?" Asakura asked him. Just in case he forgot, she added, "Snowflake Crisp."

"What does this have to do with cooking..."

"If you want to sell dessert early in the morning, you have to start making it several hours in advance," Asakura explained simply. "My parents are busy, so if I don't learn how to cook, I'll just have to eat cookies and bread every morning..."

"Biscuits and bread are good too." He held the knife that had cut the egg skin, not knowing where to start.

"It's not good to eat too much." Asakura handed him the rice spoon.

"Thank you." He replaced the knife with a spoon, sat down at the dining table, and prepared to eat.

"You didn't even say 'I'm starting to eat.'" Asakura was disappointed.

"One gets used to it."

"Come on! Omurice tastes even better after you say that." Asakura couldn't help but smile and encouraged.

"I'm starting to eat--" he said, putting a mouthful of rice mixed with egg liquid into his mouth.

"Great!" Asakura applauded.

...silly and foolish.

The omurice is delicious, but like Amano's cookies, it's not for sale.

"Come to think of it..." While Takeda was still asleep, he looked at Asakura, who was concentrating on cooking and didn't seem to be showing any signs of abnormality. He studied her for a moment and then spoke carefully, "The voice actors for 'The Wrong Kind of Love' haven't been finalized yet, right?"

"Almost... Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Some time ago, while auditioning for Kuroki, I met a voice actor who was perfect for Aoori in 'The Wrong Kind of Love,'" he said. 'The Wrong Kind of Love' is more of an ensemble drama than a romantic comedy between the male and female protagonists. Like 'Ariyoshi,' each key character is portrayed with equal weight and importance, receiving a significant portion of their own story.

Aoori is one of the heroines, appearing in the first volume. Even in the latest volume, her relationship with the hero and her feelings for him are still unclear. Most of the time, she plays tricks on the other heroine...

Coincidentally, his personality is similar to that of the Adventure Association receptionist in "The Wasteful Hero".

He looked through the novel that had a bad reputation, and there was no female character with a similar personality.

The heroines are all young ladies, at most a little "spoiled", while the supporting characters are all gentle.

If you count carefully, it's not just Aoori. There are many characters with very different personalities in the two works, including several important supporting characters, two female protagonists, and even the male protagonist has considerable differences.

"Aori..." Asakura dipped the spoon into the pot, scooped up some miso soup, blew on it, tasted it, and turned off the heat. "Since Inoue-senpai recommended her, she must have been accepted by 'The Wasteful Hero' as well, right? There's no conflict in schedules."

"As long as the specific dubbing days are not on the same day, it should be fine, right?" He couldn't figure out what Asakura thought about the animation of "The Wrong Love" which was almost doomed to fail, so he could only keep trying like this.

If...even Asakura himself doesn't have any expectations...

There was no need for him to complete the task worth 200,000 points.

"Friend?" Asakura asked suddenly.

"Yes, he's my friend." He thought for a moment and then added, "He's short of money recently."

"Well..." Asakura pretended to think, musing for a long moment before shaking his head politely. "But the animation team of 'Wrong Love' is a bit strapped for cash right now... maybe they can't offer too high a price."

"Newcomer, cheap price."

"A newcomer, yet you can get recommendation from Senior Inoue..." Asakura looked at him meaningfully.

"Very talented." He avoided Asakura's subtext and just praised.

"Well..." Asakura lowered his eyelids, lowered his head to serve himself some rice, and spoke in a much softer voice, "It wouldn't be a bad idea to let her try it then."

"Thank you." He ate his omelet rice with a relieved smile.

When Takeda woke up from his sleep, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Asakura had been gone for quite some time, and the omelet rice he had made for Takeda before leaving had already gotten a little cold.

"Where's Asakura?"

"They've already left. There's omelet rice made for you on the table." He sat on the sofa and searched the Internet for the relevant procedures for the animation of the novel through his mobile phone.

"Omurice... is that amazing? I thought it was bought."

"Is there any shop selling omurice around here..."

He counted the various complex aspects of the animation, and repeatedly chewed over the words that Asakura had said when he promised to let his "friend" audition Aoori, but still felt as if he was in a fog.

Was she lamenting that he was taking advantage of their relationship to gain benefits from her, or was she sincerely thanking him for recommending a cheap new voice actor to her?

He was completely unable to tell the difference.

Perhaps Asakura is also in the fog, or even Asakura is the fog.

Thus, no matter how he explored, all he could see was fog.

"Where's Kuroki?" Takeda was eating omelet rice and still didn't realize how familiar the name was.

"He won't wake up until the afternoon."

"That's right." Takeda said disdainfully, "You reek of alcohol."

"After all, the new volume of 'The Useless Hero' is finished, so it's understandable to take advantage of the rare few days of free time to drink a lot."

"'The Good-For-Nothing Hero'... wait, Kuroki... is he the Kuroki mentioned in the author column?" Takeda was surprised.

"Just realized it?"

"Unbelievable..." She couldn't help but sigh, "To write a novel like that, you actually use your real name as a pen name without any shame..."

...So the focus is on the pen name?

(End of this chapter)