A Man Who Cooks For Himself And A High School Girl (WN)

 1st Meal 

A Man Who Cooks For Himself And A High School Girl 1

—I believe that cooking for yourself is a chore.

You have to go shopping at a high frequency, and there are more dishes to wash.
Unless you are a good cook, the number of items in your repertoire is limited, and you may end up eating similar foods all the time.

The advantage is that it is less expensive and wasteful than eating out, and you can also pay more attention to your nutritional balance.
But, since I drink commercial vegetable juice on occasion, I don't think it makes much of a difference.

A certain percentage of college boys live alone and never cook for themselves.
They'd rather eat a hamburger steak at a family restaurant, even if it's a little more expensive, than eat tasteless fried rice they made themselves, and I generally agreed with them.

But the fact that I am still walking up the stairs of my cheap reinforced concrete apartment with heavy shopping bags in my hands is a sign of my tearful efforts to cut down on my food expenses, even if only a little.

(I'm having a pretty tough month too…that drinking session at the beginning of the month really hurts me financially…)

I shrug my shoulders as I think of the contents of my wallet, which have shrunk in inverse proportion to the weight of a week's worth of food.
Although it is true that cooking for oneself is less expensive than eating out, it is not so if you ask whether it is dramatically cost-effective.

Basically, as the quantity of food increases, the cheaper the price per unit becomes, but there is no way I can use up all of it when I buy it as a single person.
I would end up with a surplus and let it rot in the fridge.

Some of my college friends are sharing a room with their couple, and I hear that their per-person food costs are considerably lower than mine.
It seems that just one person sharing a room with two other people is a considerable bargain.
Needless to say, I don't have such a partner…In fact, my apartment is only for one person, so there is no such thing as sharing a room.

I went up to the second-floor corridor where my room was located, regretting that it was too late, thinking that I should have declined the drinking party and used the money for food…

I was about to rush to my apartment—Utatane Heights, room 206, to unload my heavy