On the short-legged table before him, Naoki glanced at the several dishes spread on the surface.
There was a total of six dishes; Miso soup, Sushi, Gyoza (fried dumplings), Natto Rice bowl, Tempura (fried snack), and Onigiri.
Just looking at the meal before him, his brows furrowed.
Now that he was sitting a wrist length away from the food, he couldn't help accepting the aroma that wafted into his nostrils.
A deep sigh fell off his lips.
Adjusting the sleeves of his kimono to give way for his right hand, he picked up the pair of chopsticks before him.
Again, his eyes darted around the table as his eyes squinted. More than ever, he was confused about what dish to start with first.
Sighing once more, he slammed the chopsticks on the table without warning.
Daisuke who had been watching his actions from the side ended up getting startled as his eyes widened in their sockets.
Before his brain could understand what had possibly annoyed his Master, he felt Naoki's gaze on him.
