Do Something With My Brother Angel In Another World
Episode 4 Unique Flavors

　I went downstairs to respond to my mother's invitation. In the kitchen, my father had a tense face in front of the new dish.

　Our inn is one of the few inns in the city of Fatia. This inn is located on the edge of the city, so it cannot be said to be as grand as the beautiful inn in the middle, but close to the gate that leads out of town, so it is visited by many travelers. and adventurers with moderate number of visitors. . It seems profitable to the extent that it will not go bankrupt even if it continues like this.

　My father was the second generation who inherited the inn from his previous grandfather. My mother was the daughter of a nearby armour shop and was her childhood friend.

　So, if you ask why would such a father do a Grand Prix with his own funny face...

"Come, Marc, Nicola, please try."

　My mother recommended the plate in front of us with a smiling face. There was white soup on the plate. What are potatoes and carrots...? There is no meat.

　By the way, it seems like there are some vegetables in this world that are similar to the ones in my previous life. Due to the effects of different world language translation abilities, similar vegetables are still known by their previous life names. It's inconvenient. So it doesn't look too bad. But my father's face says it all. Oh, this is Akan Yatsu.

　In our inn, my father basically cooked, and my mother and the waiter who helped me clean the room for the inn and served the customers in the dining room, he said, that occupied about half of the first floor of the inn.

　In other words, my mother did not usually cook at work, but she still wanted to cook. By the way, my father was a second generation original innkeeper, so he was good at cooking since childhood.

　Because of that process, she married in an inn without learning to cook, and now supports the household as a cleaner and waitress, but she seems to have a problem with not being able to cook. After having a child, she wanted to let him eat his own food.

　It seemed like my father was happy with the feeling, and I still taught my mother how to cook, but the results were not very good.

　As a result of his hard work, his home cooking lost out to his father, who was a professional, but he seems to have become a good person.

　My father was also watching over me, so I shouldn't be able to do anything bad, but it seems that as I turned my eyes away, I put in the secret potion I was thinking about.

　According to him, even if I did what his father said, he could not surpass his father's taste. In this case, it is said that there is no choice but to make a difference with the hidden flavors they create. I don't think there is such a thing, but if possible, I would like to watch him with a smile.

　My mother raised me in a lukewarm environment, and this time it was my mother's home cooking. The problem was how much destructive power it possessed.

"Hey, did you taste it?"

"Yes, indeed. It feels like I've never eaten before, and I think it's delicious."

　Exactly right. Mom is a taste lover. And for some reason, my father was sweet to my mother and I couldn't say anything rude to her. So it's up to both of us to taste it.

　If we flatter ourselves, this dish might even be lined up in the dining room as an inn dish. The current inn is fine, but perhaps this will be the first step towards its demise, so it is not an exaggeration to say that our livelihoods are at stake. There is nothing heavier than the pressure on the shoulders of a five-year-old.

　By the way, it seems that up until now the helper woman tasted and sent us accurate advice, but as we have progressed to some extent, the role of tasting has shifted to us recently. Maybe because of the good intentions of the mother wants her child to eat first, there are times when she is eyeing a time when aunt is not around.

　......It seems like milk is the main ingredient in white soup. Soup with milk is nothing new. The soup, which was slowly dissolving ingredients like onions, had a very gentle taste, and in my previous life, it was very mild, I used it as a secret menu in the pub that I frequented as a finishing touch after drinking alcohol.

　……But! It's something different than that! The taste, which should be light, remains bitter. What is this ... what do you put into it to make it feel so ruined? !

“Onii-chan, please give me guidance as soon as possible.”

　Nicola told me telepathically while sipping soup with an emotionless face. This guy is a good kid and doesn't like to bother his mother. So it's my job to get through the guidance. Under my father's supervision, when it tasted good, he said "Enak!" with an angelic smile before I can say it. ......By the way, let me tell you my impression frankly for now.

"Mom, this doesn't taste good. What did you put in it?"

　Wow, I said it straight away! Dad hid his face with one hand and looked up at the sky, while Nicola wiped her presence. Incredibly, I somehow managed to see Nicola run away. Isn't that some kind of skill?

"Huh? Doesn't it taste good? Bizarrely. I pounded the Dogunzer fruit as a secret ingredient and put it in it. Doesn't the bitter taste of the fruit increase the tenderness of the milk and make it sweeter?"

　Here goes! Materials that go beyond the translation barrier! It's a special material here. I don't know, but it seems like it's the bitter truth. That's what it feels like.

“I don't think adding bitterness to the sweetness will make it stand out, do I?

"True, I did it again... I think I can make you guys happy this time... Pardon?"

　Mom lowered her eyebrows and apologized. It's really a dish of goodwill and love, so I feel guilty saying no. It is not impossible to say it is tasty and eat it, but it will be a problem if the performance of the lodging in the future is tilted. I want my father and Nicola to understand a little more about this damned man's feelings.

　When I glanced at my father, he raised one hand vertically in front of his face, sorry! he was giving a signal. That movement will also succeed in this world.

　Well, although it is bad, not because you cannot eat it, and most importantly, it is a waste of ingredients.

"But there's nothing I can't eat, so I'll eat it all. Next time, do something good!"

　And smile. I thought I was a very handsome boy who did not forget to follow me.

　And finished. …… Ugh, my mouth is still bitter, and I feel nauseous at the thought of my stomach being filled with bitter soup. It requires urgent training. Should we take a walk around there for now?

“Thank you for the banquet.

　I left my little sister who turned into a soup sucking machine and headed for an empty place.