"This is..."
Grandmother Kamiyama can't believe what she is seeing. The scent of food wafts into her nose. She blushes when her stomach grumble. At her age, it is not suitable. Even Takeshi and the servants aren't spared. There are 40 palatable dishes on the table - the most popular dish from each country. Each dish looks like it has been prepared by the top chef of the country. The dressing is detailed and perfect that one doesn't want to ruin it by picking it.
Are they celebrating someone's birthday?
"Who made this?" It takes all the strength in her old body not to pick up the spoon and taste those dishes.
"Grandma, Elder brother made it for my sister-in-law," Takeshi answers her with a light voice.
Grandmother Kamiyama narrows her eyes unhappily. "Has he gone insane?"
They say that the way to win a man's heart is through his stomach. His wife should be the one cooking delicious meals to win over him and his family.
