She was known for being good at cooking—a childhood dream of becoming the perfect wife, so she never skipped her daily practice. Recently, she mentioned making nikujaga. All the ingredients were ready. She started peeling onions. As she peeled, a sudden thought crossed her mind: "Ah, I want to be peeled open roughly by a cool, rugged guy, just like this onion." Deep in her naughty heart, such desires had been hiding. But as if punished by fate, the onion juice stung her eyes, and her tears wouldn't stop. Still, she had to finish cutting them. Fighting back tears, she desperately sliced through every onion. When she finally finished, her mascara ran black, and the tears kept flowing. Next came the potatoes. Removing the sprouts was crucial—those sprouts contain solanine, a toxin that can cause headaches, vomiting, gastritis, diarrhea, and loss of appetite, so they had to be removed carefully. After clearing all the sprouts, she roughly chopped the potatoes and tossed them into the pot. Then came the beef. She realized the beef wasn't cut finely enough. "Oops!" she exclaimed, quickly dicing it before adding it in. She tossed in carrots and other ingredients and began simmering. She reached for soy sauce to season it, but accidentally grabbed salt instead. Just in time, she noticed the gritty texture felt wrong. Realizing her mistake, she safely added sugar instead, filling the room with a sweet, delicious aroma. "I can't wait any longer. So excited~♪" she murmured, placing a drop lid on the pot and letting it simmer for about 30 minutes. Then she turned off the heat and let it cool for three hours, allowing the flavors to soak in. After all this effort, it had to be delicious—that's what she believed. Finally, she took a bite, and it was so good she thought her cheeks might fall off. "But I made way too much…" she muttered, deciding to share it with the handsome guy next door. She rang his doorbell and handed him the nikujaga. He looked slightly startled but gruffly said, "Ah, thanks," and retreated into his room. An hour later, while she was watching TV, he suddenly appeared at her door. "I brought this as thanks for earlier," he said, offering her peaches sent from his hometown. "Thank you! Since you're here, why don't you come in?" she invited, leading him inside. She brought out some alcohol, and they enjoyed a pleasant conversation. As night fell, her clothes were peeled away like an onion.