"Ah!"
The delighted Zashiki-warashi quickly hopped off her dining stool and, pulling Kamiyagawa's hand, scurried back to the dining table.
She pushed her father to sit directly across from Hannya, politely pulling out a chair for Kamiya to sit down.
In front of Kamiya, was a bowl of still-warm ochazuke, gently steaming under the soft warm light.
The full grains of rice were topped with seaweed and chopped green onions, and drizzled with some white sesame.
Atop the rice sat a candied Kishu ume and a piece of fragrant grilled salmon.
The whole bowl of rice was infused with green tea.
The simple ochazuke looked neither plain nor simple, but rather exquisite enough to stir one's appetite.
It was clearly Hannya's handiwork.
In the whole household, she was the only one who could produce food of such quality.
"Thank you, Hannya. I haven't really eaten anything since the afternoon, and I'm starving," Kamiyagawa said as he took a seat, "I'll start now."
"Hmph."
