"Here you go, children. A nice homemade soup, brought to you by Tomoki Mogami!" Tomoki placed the big bowl of soup on the table, and took a seat with Airi and Shiro.
"Dad, we just simply could've gone to a good place for lunch, that we could," Shiro sighed loudly a few times, placing his head in his propped-up arm.
"Hey you ungrateful brat, what are you trying to do, disregard my good intentions?"
"Nope. your bad cooking. Are you trying to make her stomach hurt, dad?" Shiro snapped back at his father in a low grunting voice. And by the look on his face, like hell he was kidding.
Airi kept looking back and forth towards this father-son pair, and somehow, their little bickering seemed kind of cute to her. "You guys are so funny."
Her words made the two almost similar-looking men turn their attention towards her. It was so sudden that even their timing was the same.
