Half an hour later, the plates were spotless, and the rice bowls were as empty as the wilderness, as smooth as mirrors licked clean, so that a fly would slip if it landed on them, and even dogs shook their heads when they saw them.
Kiyomi Liuli licked the oil off her lips and whispered, "Just to be clear, it was you who insisted I eat, we're still not reconciled."
She had to emphasize that, for without emphasizing it, she'd look too easy to bribe, bought over by just a plate of braised pork, which her self-esteem couldn't accept.
Nanahara Takeshi chuckled and shook his head, "Right, we're not reconciled. However... it's your turn to wash the dishes."
"Do you think I'll wash them just because you tell me to?" Kiyomi Liuli sat unmoving and said unhappily, "Let's leave them for now, I'll do it after I decide what I want for dinner."
Nanahara Takeshi glanced at her and smiled, "Suit yourself, but the dishes are yours to wash."
