Lunch was boiled chicken breast and boiled fish, accompanied by a green salad.
The meal was divided into three portions, placed on three plates; it looked exquisite, but the quantity was nowhere near enough. The taste was also very bland, just like a fitness meal.
Fujiwara Reya took a bite of the chicken and said to Kawashima Miki, who sat opposite him: "Next time, make something tastier; I don't eat such bland stuff."
"Pop..."
Kawashima Miki yanked open the pull ring of a chilled can of beer and squeezed it hard in her hand.
The can was slightly dented, and a generous amount of foam poured out, soaking the tablecloth in no time.
Hmph!
What right do you have to talk to me with the tone of a husband!
"Aren't you drinking?" Fujiwara Reya looked at the beer under her hand.
"..." Kawashima Miki's face was stiff; she pouted and said, "I'll get fat, so I won't drink it!"
