She finished showering, changed into a casual outfit, and sat at the table.
Otis had cooked homestyle tofu, Mozzafia-style stir-fried pork in bean paste, and winter melon soup.
Mm, just simple, everyday dishes.
In truth, they rarely finished everything, they usually saved leftovers for the next day, or cooked noodles at night to go with them.
Mei ate while swinging her legs. Mm, this chair was too tall.
Both of them ate quietly, mostly because they were shy and didn't know what to say.
Mei tasted the Mozzafia stir-fried pork.
"This one's good."
The praise-card was activated.
Whenever you don't know what to say, just toss out: "So good!", "Amazing!", "You're incredible!" It always makes the other person happy.
Otis clearly saw right through her.
"I mean, I know I cook alright, but you don't need to force yourself to praise me like that."
Mei felt embarrassed.
It felt like she had just played a card only for someone to instantly sweep it away with "beautiful ashes."
