"Does what I made taste that bad?"
Sakurado Yuki hung her head in disappointment, picked up a piece of sashimi with her chopsticks, dipped it in sauce, and chewed it. She then looked at Chen Yang suspiciously, "No, it still tastes so good... You're lying to me, yes, you must be lying to me."
Completely ignoring Chen Yang's explanation, or whether it was really a lie, Sakurado Yuki regained her confidence, "Since you're lying to me, it means what I make is still very delicious, so I'll forgive you for now."
"I did not lie to you, the food you made is indeed just so-so."
Chen Yang said emotionlessly, while his chopsticks were constantly picking up the full spread of food on the small table and shoveling them into his mouth.
"I think you're lying to me."
Sakurado Yuki no longer believed Chen Yang, not allowing Chen Yang's words to shake her confidence, "The lunchbox I made, Keika said it was delicious."
"Who is Keika?"
"Keika is Keika."
"Your friend?"
