For several minutes, the room was silent. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of spoons and plates clashing.

“Haah… full,” he muttered as soon as he finished finishing the food on his plate.

"Wow ... you also prepared my favorite fruit ice huh?" His eyes lit up when he saw a large bowl of fruit ice that had melted. I doubt the fruit ice is still as cold as when I finished making it this afternoon.

"What's going on here? it's not like you usually cook this much. My favorite food of all. You also dress up. Usually not like this."

I lowered my head as...