Women's World: I am the man with the most OP auxiliary class-Chapter 155: Where does everything I eat go?

The Flower Kingdom loves the Fairies, and the Fairies love all the Flora. So, dealing with a few frozen vegetables in a white frost is very easy for me. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

After easily dealing with the salad, sprinkle some red cumin and a milky white sauce alongside a pinch of ground sea salt. It can be said that the salad plate was ready before Vasilisa’s anguished gaze.

Ding*~

The sound of a melodious bell was heard behind me, as I turned around I could see that the time for the oven was over.

"Make sure the meat is cooked through this time," my Big Sister said next to me.

"I know! I know the appliances in this kitchen too well to make that same mistake again!

Besides, that only happened once!" I said giving a white-eyed look at Vasi.

Unlike that sect of the middle or three quarters. My Big Sister and I, and my whole family, like well-cooked meat. Vasi and me, especially when the meat has a dark crust from the heat from which the aroma of fried meat emanates.

At the beginning, when I began to cook in this world, I did not know well how to handle an oven in this world. The so-called preheating and all that in preparation when you are going to cook in the oven can be said to be not necessary in this world.

A magic oven, especially a high-quality one like the one at home and in this kitchen in the Homewood of the secret tea club, you can skip the step of preheating the oven since the indicated temperature is reached in an instant.

The magic system powered by mana crystal coin batteries can easily make the cookware reach the desired temperature easily.

So, on my first time cooking in an oven I burned the meat as I had no experience in controlling temperature and time.

On the second time, the meat looked cooked and my Big Sister blindly agreed to take the first bite of the cut of meat that looked appetizing and smelled great. Only for my Big Sister to end up vomiting on the kitchen tray...

Since then, my Big Sister has acquired a trauma, and every time I cook, although Vasi loves my food, when it comes to baked meat she always cuts it into small pieces to make sure that all the meat is well cooked and not red or even pink.

I, and my Big Sister, don’t understand those people who love to eat raw meat!

As a doctor, in my previous life I saw so much red meat that it never crossed my mind every time I ate in a restaurant to order my steak semi-raw.

And it’s not that I’m disgusted or anything like that, it’s that my appetite and my saliva begin to emanate when the aroma of a well-cooked meat enters through my nose. On the other hand, the aroma of a medium-rare or three-quarter cut does not emanate an appetizing aroma for me.

And the fact that I don’t understand the taste of some communities doesn’t mean that I hate them or anything similar, I just don’t understand them, but I let them be, each one their taste!

Although my Big Sister does have a complete rejection of eating raw meat...

The bad thing about my Big Sister is that even though she loves to eat meat and is very talented in everything she does, she is not good at cooking, she is completely useless for that. If you can take a steak and place it on the grill, the most likely thing is that the flavor is completely simple or very, very, salty.

So, while I took out the -axes- of meat whose color was a bright and moist chestnut-dark brown like that of a wood on a fire while the fat of the meat bubbled like boiled honey on its surface and the bone handle had a dull white color with black parts.

Potatoes, scallions, and other vegetables have also been fried in the aroma and flavor of the meat bathed in their juices. The whole cabin was covered with the aroma as if it were a barbecue with friends over firewood.

"Uhnmm~ smells good~" Vasi came out from behind me and with a fork and knife in her hands quickly took a cut of meat and started cutting it so she could see inside and check if it is really cooked.

Upon checking that all the meat is properly cooked, but that it still oozed liquid from each of the fleshy fibers, my Big Sister quickly put a piece in her mouth.

"UHNMMM~ YOOMMMY~" My Big Sister jumped up like a happy bunny, clenched her fists in front of her breasts, and spun on her own axis rotating in herself with a smile on her lips and a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Don’t eat from the tray!

Where you got that fork and knife from, also take out a large extended plate and two small ones to put the food on."

Alone at home, and when Vasi and I are alone alone, my Big Sister behaves in a little girl way and you don’t see anything about the attitude and temperament of a serious and cold president.

Vasilisa has always been a carefree girl almost on a par with my younger sister Serafima. Although Mom has always given us a high-class upbringing and every time, we attended a social event we behaved like polite nobles, it’s only when the three of us are home that we can relax.

At some point Vasi started working hard, studying hard and training hard. Even so, in her moments of relaxation she returned to being a simple girl. But since she started working herself it seems that a kind of worry began to fall on her shoulders and as time went on, she began to change in her attitude towards everyone. In particular, she began to fight more with our mother and to contradict her.

Then, when she became the president of the student council of the Royal Academy of Caryatidborg, I began to see her less and less and we hardly exchanged words anymore.

I understood how Vasi was the eldest daughter of the Corinth Family as she began to demand and train herself as the next matriarch and prepare for when she receives the title of Boier of the Kingdom of Ljosborg. So as her younger brother, I don’t ask anything and always support her by helping her find a place where she could relax and spoiling her with food and attention.

But now that I know that this world has a kind of war against an invasive species from outside the world, to acquire a new understanding of the burden that Vasilisa carries on her shoulders and with all the more reason I want to support and encourage her. And, why not, share she burden.

But while I was enjoying a delicious meal sitting next to my Big Sister on the kitchen counter and watching her enjoy her beloved -Ribeye- well cooked, leaving aside the salad... I almost spit out my juice when I hear her comment that brings me back from the world of my memories.

"I’ve always wondered that despite all the food you eat at every meal you didn’t gain weight, now I understand it by seeing your fat thighs and big butt..." I looked into Vasi’s eyes that looked at me as if scanning my body with an expression of "I understand."

"You!!

Do you want to fight? That’s not something you say to a boy!" I gave Vasi an angry look as I slammed my fork into my fist against the wooden bar.

"EHHH~

But it’s a compliment, surely many boys would like to have your body with a slim waist and be able to eat whatever they want...

I hadn’t noticed it because you always wear those baggy shirts and vests, but you actually have a very small waist that would be easy to break but that goes down to wide hips."

"Thank you!?" Comment in a dull, muffled voice.

"Mm~ You’re welcome~" Vasi put on a smug look as if she had done something good with an excellent elder sister’s attitude.

"It was sarcasm!"

"Ehhhh~

Whoever understands the boys, gives them a compliment and gets angryhnmmmm..." I jumped out of my seat by standing in the air and just blocked Vasi’s mouth with my lips.

"... Your compliments are stupid...

You finished eating," I said quietly after separating my lips from Vasi’s.

"I’m already full, you know I can’t eat as much as youhnmmmm..."

"... You keep commenting on my weight"

"I didn’t say anything about your weight, I-hnmmm..." I managed to float slowly and drop my weight gently by sitting on top of Vasi.

My body was between the kitchen bar and Vasi’s body was very tight. The space was just right for me to fit. My legs were on either side of the bench where my Big Sister is sitting, but my feet seemed to be supported by the air.

My fairy magic of the wind element now almost allows me to stand on the breezes, although the wind element does not allow me to walk in the air even if it does not allow me to run, holding myself is not that difficult, plus my spatial ability helps me which makes it easier.

But, although I can hold on to the wind, I still let the full weight fall on Vasilisa’s lap so that she has to bear my weight.

But to my surprise it didn’t seem to bother her...