Kiyomi Liuli didn't mind his foul attitude and lifted the food box, saying sweetly with a smile, "I made too much breakfast, and since you live alone, I thought I'd bring some to you."
Nanahara Takeshi stared at her for a moment, and his expression softened slightly, but as he opened the food box and took a glance, and then sniffed it, his expression turned foul again, "Did you make this with your feet? This is the first time I've seen such a pathetic sandwich. I won't eat it!"
Having said that, he was about to close the door. He had lain in his specially made "bed" reading a book until past three in the morning and had only slept for a little over three hours; he was very irritable from being woken up and was in quite a temper.
Made with what feet?
Kiyomi Liuli was also getting angry, propped the door open, and shouted, "I brought breakfast out of goodwill!"
Nanahara Takeshi couldn't close the door and asked her, word by word, "Haven't you given up on yesterday's matter yet?"
