Translated by Jyzciel

It's staring fixedly at my tamagoyaki. I mean, it's staring so intensely that I thought it might burn a hole through it. I feel like I'm in a real-life situation where a snake is glaring at a frog...

What should I do? The person seeking advice is a 28-year-old illustrator from a certain prefecture.

"............"

"............"

It's getting hard to eat... my hand is starting to shake.

Could it be that it wants to eat? Is it okay to offer tamagoyaki to a snake? First of all, is it even a normal snake?

"Do you want to eat it?" I tried to offer the food, not that I know if my words would get through.

"…………!!"

The white snake, for a brief moment, widened its eyes and then moved its head up and down as if nodding. Its tail was swaying left and right in what seemed like a happy manner.

With the tail wagging like that, it's not a threat, right? It's happiness, right? With a pounding heart, I nervously watched its behavior, and the white snake silently slid over. In the heat of the moment, I hand-fed the tamagoyaki to the white snake.

「Chomp.」 Despite its small size, the snake gulped down the tamagoyaki.

Oh, quite a wild way of eating. Its mouth opened up, all red, with fangs on the top, bottom, left, and right... it was intimidating.

It seemed to have taken a liking to it... Its expression seemed to be asking for more.

"Hehehe... Was it delicious? Want more?" I gave it one more piece.

This time, it nibbled and savored the tamagoyaki. It's starting to look a bit cute. I kept repeating this, and before I knew it he actually eaten all of it.

"Oh... there's nothing left." The white snake has the look of 'huh? Is it over?' It had a somewhat disappointed expression, but it seemed quite satisfied.

As if to express its gratitude, it gave a small nod and silently slithered away, entering the cardboard box on its own.

What was that all about? Maybe snakes like eggs? Am I being biased...?

For now, I went to wash my hands. And this time, I picked up my chopsticks to eat my own meal. On that day, the white snake didn't come out of the cardboard box again.

It was the fourth day of living in the countryside, and it had been raining since morning. Gardening is out of the question.

Even though I have a supply of ingredients that won't run out or spoil, I thought I should cook, so I decided to make a large batch of pre-prepared meals.

I peeked into the cardboard box and saw that the white snake was curled up, sound asleep. Maybe it's resting and recuperating while it sleeps. I decided to leave it alone.

In the morning, I diligently worked on making side dishes. Once I started, I couldn't stop. By the time I finished the last dish, it was already past lunchtime. I had been nibbling quite a bit, so I wasn't very hungry. How about udon for lunch? For toppings, I had some aburaage, kamaboko, and a soft-boiled egg.

As I prepared the food, I suddenly felt something cold and slimy touch my feet.

"Hyaa...! Is it you again Kuro-mame? Or is it Kinako? You really know how to startle someone." A dog's nose can be quite wet and chilly, and they can be startling when they suddenly touch you.

Thinking it was the same thing this time, I looked down and found the white snake slithering close. "It was you!?"

Once again, the white snake was fixated on the egg I held in my right hand. With a wry smile, I gave the white snake the soft-boiled egg. After gobbling down three or so bites, it returned to the cardboard box once more.

I was certain it would come for dinner as well, so I prepared an I. It consisted of boiled eggs, omelet, crab stick and egg stir-fry, egg and tomato Chinese soup. For dessert, I tried making custard pudding."

As expected, when I started preparing, the white snake was waiting by the dining table, seeming well-mannered.

"There you go, please enjoy." The white snake skillfully polished off everything.

After eating, for some reason, it came closer today and repeatedly rubbed its head against the back of my hand. A snake's body feels surprisingly cool. And it's quite smooth. Thinking that, I gently stroked its head with my other hand.

The fifth day of starting my life in the countryside.

White snake had left behind its shed skin. The snake had disappeared, leaving behind one iridescent shed skin. I wonder if it's feeling better now?

This time, please be careful not to be attacked by that black giant crow. With those thoughts in mind, while looking at the overgrown bushes in the back of the yard where it likely went, I quietly murmured to myself.

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