Compared to the "traditionalists," who believed ancestral rules must never be violated in anything, Ash was a "reformer" who believed maid outfits absolutely had to be paired with miniskirts. So as Ash's gaze repeatedly drifted over their utterly frumpy uniform aprons, he first frowned, then relaxed with a relieved expression.
They really were unfashionable.
But she was my Queen. She looked good in anything, even something frumpy!
"Hey!"
Seeing Haruka deliberately skip over him to take the order from the neighboring table first, Ash could no longer remain calm after being treated so differently. "I've been waiting this whole time. Didn't you say the customer is king? I'm filing a complaint for discriminatory treatment and leaving you a bad review!"
"Yes~ I'm the owner's daughter, so please direct any complaints to me."
Still holding onto the anger left behind by Ash's earlier reckless words, the girl glared coldly at him. After tightening her expression slightly and seeing no change in Ash, she finally sighed helplessly and relented. "Go ahead, Ash. What would you like to eat?"
"That's more like it~ Hmm... I don't know what I want. How about you bring me one of everything?"
"Next customer."
"Fine, I just like Haruka, so I couldn't help teasing you. Can you really blame me for that?" After much coaxing, he managed to bring back Haruka, who had turned to leave. His gaze involuntarily focused on the girl's constantly twitching thick eyebrows, and an idea came to him. "Haruka, I have an idea. Rather than what I want, what do you like to eat?"
"Huh?" Half-annoyed and half-confused, the girl tilted her head. She could not understand what her preferences had to do with Ash's order.
"I want to try the flavors Haruka likes."
So, chilled fruit red bean paste?
Under Haruka's