After giving them his instructions, Nagano Akihara left the baking room, giving the two young people some time alone.
Having taught them for nearly half a month, the old man could naturally see what sort of relationship Kanzaki Kumo and Mitsuri had.
After all, they made no attempt to hide their occasional intimate interactions.
For instance, one day, the two were practicing whipping cream. When Nagano Akihara announced the end of the lesson, Kanzaki Kumo casually dabbed up some cream and drew a few strokes on Mitsuri's face at a speed Nagano Akihara could not even follow.
In an instant, a delicate little pink kitten was born.
"Mmm..."
Mitsuri let out a soft, kitten-like murmur and blinked her pale green eyes. Those expressive eyes held a hint of shyness, as though she wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, she merely mumbled, "Y-you shouldn't waste food..."
"Of course I won't waste food."
Kanzaki Kumo looked at the delicate pink Mitsuri kitten he had drawn himself and spoke with a broad smile.
Then, while Mitsuri was still wondering what Kanzaki Kumo meant, she felt something warm and wet on her face.
She soon realized what had happened. Then her little face, which had only been faintly pink before, turned bright red. A faint "pop" sounded above her head, a puff of steam shot out from between her pink-and-green locks, and her whole body went limp.
Fortunately, Kanzaki Kumo had anticipated this. He smoothly pulled her into his arms and continued fulfilling his promise "not to waste food."
As for a certain old man, he had only glanced over while Kanzaki Kumo was drawing the cream kitten. After inwardly sighing, It's good to be young, he tactfully left the room.
Once or twice, he could still find it in himself