Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

At this point, Makoto Haramura even twirled the kitchen knife in his hand, jokingly saying to Stella.

"I haven't finished eating yet, from just now until now."

"How about I show you what I've got?"

"Ha, that's something to look forward to."

Watching Makoto Haramura skillfully cut the ingredients one by one, Stella's eyes lit up with anticipation.

"But more importantly, Stella, don't you want to take a shower right now?"

"It must be uncomfortable to feel sticky and sticky all over."

He raised his chin slightly, and Makoto Haramura's gaze swept over Stella once more.

"Ugh?"

Stella then belatedly looked at her own body.

She was originally wearing a pure white nightgown, a very conservative style. After all, she was living with a man, and she had put away all her revealing pajamas.

But now the loose, pure white nightgown clung to her body, and it seemed to have become transparent because of the sweat, making her delicate body wrapped inside the nightgown appear and disappear.

Even from this angle, Makoto Haramura can see the barely visible black bra strap.

"I'm going to take a shower now."

……

"Wow—"

Suddenly, the sound of roller skates came from behind, and wisps of steam rose from the bathroom.

Makoto Haramura, who was tossing the food in the wok, suddenly stopped and subconsciously turned around to look.

Turning around, I saw Stella hiding behind the glass door, only peeking out her little head. Her long, bright red hair hung straight down, and droplets of water slid down her collarbone. Her delicate nose twitched as if searching for something, which was quite adorable.

"Wow, it smells so good! What are you doing, Makoto?"

Makoto Haramura withdrew his gaze from the somewhat erotic scene, then silently turned back and repeated his earlier actions.

"Fried rice with egg and tempura."

"If you're done washing, hurry up and get dressed so we can eat right away."

"Understood, received."

Stella quickly withdrew her head, and inside the bathroom, the rustling sound of clothes being dressed immediately filled the air, a sound that sparked endless imagination.

Turning around, he placed the fried rice on the table, and Makoto Haramura began the final steps of the process.

He first changed the pot to a frying pan, then poured in about half a pot of oil, coated the pre-marinated shrimp with batter, and fried them in the pan.

In just a few dozen seconds, the tempura's outer layer turned a beautiful golden yellow, and the aroma of fried shrimp immediately wafted around.

I turned the shrimp over a few more times with my chopsticks. That's how fried shrimp is. Once the outer batter is cooked, the shrimp meat inside is at its firmest and most tender.

With years of experience, Makoto Haramura carefully scooped the fried shrimp out of the pot one by one.

At that moment, another small, fair hand appeared in Haramura Makoto's field of vision, picked up a fried shrimp, and pulled it back.

"Well!"

The owner of the small hand immediately made a sound that sounded like a coquettish complaint.

"Snapped--"

Makoto Haramura reached out and slapped Stella's outstretched hand, giving her a disapproving look.

"Go to the dining table."

Even if you're not afraid of getting burned, you should still follow basic table manners.

Really, that's just her.

If it were someone else, touching food that had just been taken out of the oil and hadn't been drained of all its oil with their bare hands would at best result in it turning red; breaking the skin would be the norm.

"understood."

Before Makoto Haramura could say another word, Stella immediately jogged to the table and sat up straight, like a primary school student.

"Really..."

Makoto Haramura couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He then took out two sets of tableware from the cabinet below, poured two glasses of water, and placed them in front of Stella and in front of him, respectively.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Makoto Haramura first put his hands together in a very ceremonial gesture, picked up his chopsticks and said something, then scooped a spoonful of fried rice into his bowl and ate it in small bites.

"Then I'll start eating too."

Stella followed Makoto Haramura's example and performed his pre-meal ritual, then pointed her chopsticks directly at the tempura she had been longing for since earlier.

"Uh-oh!"

The crispy outer layer of a piece of tempura, filled with juicy and incredibly tender shrimp meat, instantly made Stella's eyes widen.

A moment!

She even imagined herself as a fish in an underwater world, playing with all sorts of different marine creatures in the mysterious underwater realm.

"what--"

She let out a long, satisfying sigh, then turned her attention back to the egg fried rice she hadn't tried yet.

This time, Stella completely disregarded table manners. Instead, she took the spoon from her cutlery, quickly scooped a spoonful from the mountain of golden fried rice, and put it directly into her mouth.

"what--"

Another soft moan that could evoke endless fantasies.

Stella felt as if she were in a dream again.

It was afternoon in the forest, sunlight filtering through the bushes and casting dappled shadows on the ground. In a daze, it seemed as if several pheasants were launching a powerful charge at her.

"What is this? How can it taste so good?"

Stella shook her head and let out an incredulous scream.

To be honest, if it weren't for her trust in Makoto Haramura, she would have thought that he had added some unspeakable additives to the food.

"I've lived on my own since I was a child."

"Having cooked for over ten years, I'm bound to have improved."

Makoto Haramura, on the other hand, said nonchalantly, and didn't show the exaggerated expression Stella had while eating.

It was as if the dish that could amaze Stella was just an ordinary taste to him.

"No, it's not just about making progress."

Stella muttered helplessly.

While it's true that Familia isn't a powerful nation for magic knights, it's definitely not fair to say that the country is poor.

Moreover, she was the second princess of the country.

She had eaten all sorts of delicacies before, but none of them had ever given her this feeling.

It feels like being in the environment, floating on the clouds.

"I already told you, you're exaggerating too much."

Haramura Makoto replied with a smile, while simultaneously pushing the porcelain bowl containing the fried rice toward Stella.

"However, since you like it so much, then eat more."

"Being hungry not only makes you lack energy, but it can also hinder your awakening of the true power of the Blade Master."

"I'm sure I can eat it all."

Stella immediately said excitedly.

A whole bowl of fried rice with eggs, and a small plate of tempura left over.

Normally, this amount of food would be enough for five or six people, but for Princess Stella, who has always had an amazing appetite since childhood, this amount of food is nothing.

"Ha, I'm so full."

"After eating the food you cooked, Cheng, I feel like I can't swallow anything else at all."

In just over ten minutes, Stella devoured the rest of the food.

She was lying on the chair in a very unladylike manner, and even let out a burp, which was quite pathetic.

"It's nothing. I can do it whenever I have free time in the future."

Makoto Haramura readily agreed to this trivial matter, since cooking for one person or for two makes no difference anyway.

"But if I do this, I'll definitely gain weight. I need to work out more tomorrow."

There's a saying that goes, "The more joy you experience while eating, the more pain you suffer while dieting."

Stella, who has a rather plump figure, also struggles with gaining weight easily. The fact that she can maintain such a good figure is truly due to her hard work in exercising.

"In that case, would you like to do morning exercises with me tomorrow morning?"

Chapter 065 Kurogane Ikki

"Huh...huh..."

With continuous exercise, the muscles are sore, strength is decreasing, and physical energy is being constantly depleted, which is a sign that the body has reached its limit.

Princess Crimson Lotus, with her vibrant red hair, was half-bent over, panting heavily.

"Makoto, do you exercise at this intensity every morning?"

Running 30 kilometers, not at a slow pace, but in 30 minutes, is what I mean by running 30 kilometers.

Stella already felt that the intensity of her training since childhood was quite good.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have such a strong physique at this age.

But today, while training with Makoto Haramura, she finally realized that her training was still too weak.

"17, 18, 19, 20..."

Makoto Haramura, on the other hand, leaned against the corner of the wall, doing handstand push-ups.

Sweat poured down his half-open chest, dripping onto the ground and wetting the tiles. His biceps were bulging, radiating a distinctly masculine aura.

"Gudong-"

It sounded like something swallowing.

"No, it's just that I've increased the intensity to this level in the last couple of days."

"Before, I could probably run 20 kilometers in under half an hour."

When Makoto Haramura first discovered his physical abnormalities, he purchased a large amount of fitness equipment to develop his body in a reasonable way.

Later, he discovered that his physical development had almost reached its limit.

But after acquiring the magical power of magic, he discovered that his stagnant physical growth had now begun again.

"Indeed, I still need to work harder."

"That way I won't fall too far behind you."

Stella struggled to pull her gaze away from Haramura Makoto's chest, and unconsciously swallowed again, saying with some emotion.

"I've already told you, you're probably stronger than me now."

"If you keep trying, it will be very difficult for me to catch up with you."

With a sudden burst of strength in his arms, he leaped into the air, performed a beautiful somersault, and then landed smoothly.

"That's exactly why I need to work hard."

Stella proudly raised her head, then asked with some curiosity:

Is this alright?

"Well, that's what basic training is all about."