My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected? Chapter 637

"Ah—sorry. So you made this? Then I understand. No wonder it turned out like this."

"Eh, what do you mean by that?!"

Uh, I didn't mean anything. I meant exactly what I said.

At that moment, I remembered the taste of the charcoal cookies I'd eaten on the day Yuihama first came to the Service Club. Their ore-like hardness that struck my teeth, their intense bitterness that stung my tongue...

She was the kind of person who could turn cookies into charcoal. It was only natural that her rolled omelet would turn out like this. I really wanted to bestow upon her the title Alchemist of Hellish Cuisine.

"I mean, even if we took seven trillion steps back and assumed it was food, doesn't it look more like scrambled eggs than a rolled omelet?"

Its shape was far too inconsistent for a rolled omelet. No, it was more like a complete mess. Calling it a rolled omelet was a little too lacking in humility. To put it bluntly, it was shameless.

"Mm, that's true. B-but, when I was frying it..."

Yuihama mimed holding an invisible frying pan in her left hand and using invisible chopsticks in her right to roll the egg.

"I tried to roll the egg, but it just wouldn't roll up at all..."

"Oh—so that's what happened."

That was indeed the hardest part of making a rolled omelet. If you moved too slowly, it would burn. If you rushed, the egg wouldn't have set yet and the chopsticks would tear it apart.

After repeating that process over and over, this act of visual violence had been born. There was probably some amoeba-like alien monster in an SF movie that looked like this.

"Ugh..."

Looking closely, perhaps I'd gone too far. Yuihama, holding the Lunch Box in one