Singing Lady Bird

Chapter 5

Leaving the meal for Neu, Iris leaned against the kitchen wall. What should I do now? There's ingredients. Nothing needs to be used quickly. I want to make Western food because it's a big deal. Things you can't say easily with Tui. By eating with Noi, I can get a general idea of what Tui people like, but I wouldn't thank you if I didn't like it.

"Sir, is there something you can't eat?" He said to the other side, and instead of shouting from the other side, he came here and replied. When he stood in the kitchen, he almost turned around. This person, an Asian, was quite tall and seemed to have grown into a lithe black cat.

"No. There aren't. There's nothing I don't master."

"Then I wonder if I should use Jambalaya. Soup's good. Add salad."

“Do you make it?” Iris was surprised by the voice that was so shocked.

"Yes. Wh why? I wonder if it's so amazing."

"Are there no housekeepers? Noi?"

After answering, "I don't hire housemaids or maids. Noi was just a maid," she told him, a Tui, that our relationship would look strange. Neighbors have confirmed that the fact that a white woman gave a room to Tui's son and living with him seems to be a good use of a waitress who lives in, according to the people. People who are not family members, just like family members. However, Iris' life here was saved by Neu, so in the end this could be a transformation of the relationship between master and servant.

"I asked him to help me with food and hygiene, but that's my job."

　Fulham, who was looking at me, trembled and flickered as if she had been awakened from her dream, by the sound of Iris' hands chime with bread.

"Now, the customer has to sit down. Noi, the water is boiling, can you prepare some tea?"

　fly. Have them bring a set of tea in exchange for a cloth that wipes the table. Tui tea cannot be made well even with Iris, which can make delicious black tea, so when I want to drink real Tui-style tea, I hand it over to Neu, she said, and Iris herself is now studying in the rice fields.

"Please have some tea, Mr Fu Lam! "

　Fulham looked at Iris's face, shrugged and urged her, and followed Neu into the living room. Maybe I knew her while Iris was sleeping. Noi was not afraid and spoke something on Twi with a smile on her face. I did not know the details of the story that Iris, who spoke Twi, could hear in detail, so I handed it to Noi and took the ingredients out of the refrigerator.

"Are you not recruited? ” Fulham asked, yes, the boy nodded obediently.

"I've heard that he's young, and he plans to stay here for a long time .. What kind of person is that? Apparently they are being chased by bad guys.”

　Neu dropped his shoulder in a hurry. "It looks like you're targeting your assets. Inheriting an enormous inheritance, relatives demanded more parts. It seems he came to Twiland from Youthua to escape, but his cousin chased after him."

"Did he tell you? "

　Neu shook his head. The floating expression was a bitter smile. Very mature. "I knew I was by her side, so her cousin talked to me a lot. I shouldn't have betrayed that woman even if I did that."

　The tea offered to me had a fragrant aroma. As you drink it, a deep breath comes out from within.

"You're good at making tea"

　The compliment is right. Neu laughed like an amused. His gesture was somewhat similar to Iris. It seems like they became similar when spending time together.

"Are there only two of you in this house? "

""Yes. But she said she might hire a maid because she wanted a man's hand. Like now, I'm worried about hard work."

Fulham agreed, "That's right." I heard that the boy sitting in front of me was ten years old, and the arm of Iris, who was now shaking the frying pan, was smooth and unsuitable for hard work. When I hugged her last night, it felt so thin that it seemed to break. However, the scent of the nape is the sweetness of a woman her age, and I remember that the scent of Tui and the scent of exotic breeze mixed in and made me feel uncomfortable. So Fulham thought he might have revealed it here overnight. The smell of the house, the scent of Iris, contained something inseparable from it. Nostalgia, far away, something that reminds me of something.

　Now it smells like sauteed meat and vegetables. I was not invited by the strong smell of taste, but I saw Iris standing in the kitchen for a while. Open the fridge, look into the pan, and move the frying pan quickly. As its name suggests, it moves agilely like a small bird.

"Is she good at cooking? "

"I think it's delicious. I really like the food. It would be nice if it matches the mouth of Mr. Fu Lam.” Fulham laughed invincibly in response to that reply with steady praise.

"Let's see your hand"