Fushimi Rokukyo was focused; this moral coercion was a tactic he used to love, but now Taira Sakurako had learned and used it against him, making him feel like he was constipated.
"Let's talk about it later," he evaded vaguely.
After lunch, it was customary for Minamoto Tamako and Taira Sakurako to clear and wash the dishes. Taira Sakurako had holiday homework to do, so today Minamoto Tamako was left to clear and wash the dishes alone.
Fushimi Roku had already cooked the meal; he couldn't be expected to wash the dishes too, right? He believed household chores should be shared equally so no one took advantage of the other.
Having finished her bowl of salad, Minamoto Tamako felt as if she hadn't eaten at all. Her stomach felt empty, with no sense of fullness.
She left the room with a frown, intending to soak the rice cooker bowl in water, only to find there was still a clump of rice left inside.
