Bertha Swift looked at Adam Piers and then at the paper bag in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed and lowered her head.
Adam Piers ignored her, instead he opened the paper bag and took out the lunch, placing it in front of Bertha Swift and urging, "Hurry up and eat, aren't you hungry?"
"Is mine really that bad?" Bertha Swift asked awkwardly.
"Not bad, very good. But didn't the doctor tell you about your condition the last time you went to the hospital? You're a medical student yourself, you should be most aware of your own health. Instant noodles may be tasty, but they're not nutritious. No more eating them in the future!"
Bertha Swift sat down on the dining chair, not speaking, but silently Tsukkomi in her heart: Do I eat instant noodles willingly? I'm only able to afford instant noodles, okay?
Adam Piers read Bertha Swift's little expression, chuckled, "Don't expect me to refund your money."
