All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

It wasn’t just because she had to use Aunt Tomoka’s phone to order takeout—recently, Kotomi Izumi also felt she should cut down on dinner portions.

So she ordered only two servings of crispy pork belly, one large bowl of beef fried rice with egg, twenty skewers of grilled chicken, one bowl of miso tofu soup, and five salted grilled fish.

After double-checking the order to make sure she hadn’t gone overboard, she finally submitted it and handed the phone back to Tomoka Yuigahama.

Tomoka took the phone, glanced at the order, and was dumbfounded. Not because of how much Kotomi ordered—though the sheer volume was shocking—but because, once again, she was reminded of Kotomi’s enormous appetite. Looking at her figure, though, she understood a little better.

After all, her chest probably required quite a lot of nutrition…

”If today were Thursday, I would’ve ordered KFC,” Kotomi murmured.

”Why?” Tomoka asked curiously. Did KFC have some kind of Thursday promotion?

”Crazy Thursday! Aunt Tomoka, you don’t know about it?”

”You aunties really can’t keep up with young people anymore, huh~”

Tomoka chuckled and shook her head. It was the first time she had heard of something like KFC’s ”Crazy Thursday.”

About twelve minutes later, Tomoka stood up and put on a coat, looking like she was about to head out.

”Aunt Tomoka, where are you going?” Kotomi, who had been looking over the draft of the opening color illustration for Redo of Healer Volume 1, raised her head and asked curiously.

”I’m going out to pick up the takeout in advance. If the delivery person rings the doorbell, Yui will definitely hear it.”

Kotomi’s eyes lit up with understanding. ”Ah, I get it. Even if I hide well in the workspace, if Yui sees a takeout delivery, she’ll start wondering. She might even think, Did Mom order takeout because she didn’t like my cooking? Then she’d feel hurt and brood over it quietly. Even though Yui seems cheerful, deep down she’s actually a very sensitive girl. Whenever she’s upset, she just bottles it up and hides it from everyone.”

Tomoka gave Kotomi a meaningful look. After saying that, she picked up her phone and left the bedroom, heading to the entrance to wait for the delivery. When she opened the front door, she was extra careful to make sure her movements were light, so as not to make any noise.

In Japan, some restaurants worked directly with food delivery platforms. The moment a customer placed an order, the system would automatically assign a nearby courier to pick it up. These restaurants had to pay high annual fees to the platform, and every order meant splitting the profits fifty-fifty.

There were also restaurants that only listed their menu on the delivery app without fully using the platform’s delivery system. They didn’t have to pay the annual fees, but the commission per order was higher, and they rarely received promotional exposure from the app.

Anshima Yakiniku was one such restaurant. Out of curiosity, Adachi Sakura and Shimamura Hougetsu had registered it on the delivery app under the second type, the no-annual-fee model.

After all, most yakiniku dishes required customers to grill the meat themselves at the restaurant, so their delivery menu only included simple main dishes, snacks, and skewers that could be packaged.

On average, they only got two or three orders per month, since most customers preferred to eat in-store.

Kotomi had stumbled across Anshima Yakiniku while casually browsing the delivery app, and to her surprise, she had been able to place an order.

If the destination was far, the restaurant used the platform’s couriers. But if it was nearby, once Adachi Sakura finished preparing and packing the food, Shimamura Hougetsu would hop on her electric scooter and deliver it herself.

With the weather turning colder, the two of them had decided to leave their bicycles in the parking lot below their rented apartment. Though it was called a parking lot, since the apartment building was small and rented out cheaply, few residents could afford cars. The lot was mostly filled with bicycles and motorbikes.

Since they had stopped riding bicycles for the time being, the two bought an electric scooter. After all, they usually returned home late at night, mostly taking side streets. Even if both of them rode together on the same scooter, they wouldn’t be stopped by the traffic police.