As night fell, the warm lights of the villa lit up.
Four dishes and a soup were set on the dining table.
Three meat dishes and one vegetable, with the soup being a mix of meat and vegetables, including chicken and longan.
Morimoto Chiyoda poured a bowl of soup for Aozawa and placed it beside his meal, an action that caused her body to instinctively lean forward.
Because of their size, the heavy grain stores seemed to sit on the table, compressed to appear even rounder, just looking at them gave a full sense of happiness.
Big is happiness!
Aozawa sighed inwardly, not knowing when he might have another taste of warm, soft grain.
Morimoto Chiyoda caught sight of where his gaze was focused and rolled her eyes, straightening back up.
She recently didn't have the urge to mess around.
During the trial, she went too hard, seriously disrupting the rules she set for herself, and now she's entered a state of needing restraint.
At least until the weekend.
