What a fussbudget you are. Others are tending to you diligently, and yet you keep nagging.
Once your eyes have healed, I'll punch you to death!
Kiyomi Liuli took good care of him, yet he still had so many complaints. Annoyed, she continued to curse him in her mind as she brought a large plate of sake-steamed clams back to the living room. She fetched the utensils, served the rice, and, per Nanahara Takeshi's request, got some pickled side dishes and changed the tea. Only then did she sit down at the small square table and said grudgingly, "Eat!
Nanahara Takeshi didn't argue with her. He picked up the chopsticks and deftly clamped a clam, slurping both the meat and the juice into his mouth, before letting out a sigh, "It's not delicious, overcooked."
Is it because you kept babbling on that it got overcooked?
Kiyomi Liuli couldn't be bothered with him. She tried some for herself and let out a little huff.
