Morimoto Chiyoda had stopped doing yoga in the living room for some time now. She would always exercise in her bedroom before coming out to cook breakfast. The summer temperature was too fierce, and it was necessary to control the heat. As the old saying goes: With dry weather and parched things, be careful with fire and candles.
Today's breakfast was seafood porridge. Two pounds of crayfish were shelled, their heads and tails removed, and then cooked in the porridge until fragrant, emanating a hint of the sea. With a scoop, a ladleful of crayfish landed in the porridge.
She served Aozawa a bowl of porridge and headed out of the living room, ready to knock on the door and wake up the still-sleeping Aozawa. If there was no school, Aozawa often didn't get up that early, choosing instead to wait for her to wake him. In this respect, he had somewhat of a lazybones character.
Morimoto Chiyoda opened the door.
