"What should we have for dinner?"
An eternal philosophical dilemma for humanity.
Seriously speaking, for a housewife or househusband, planning every meal, catering to the family's preferences, while keeping things nutritious and varied, was truly exhausting work.
So Kiyoharu chose another path—he used his own cooking style to tame Airi's palate. Now, Airi basically liked whatever he made.
Eating out was meant to add variety, though of course, Shimaura Hitomi's preferences had to be considered even more.
But with Shimaura Hitomi's timid personality, getting her to say where she wanted to eat was rather difficult. Over their long years of getting along, Kiyoharu had figured out a reasonable routine. While waiting at a red light, he opened a restaurant review app and sent Hitomi several links in a private chat.
"These places are all pretty good. Pick one."
"Mm, okay..."
Hitomi's indecisiveness immediately eased a little, and she soon picked a Thai restaurant.
Thai food more or less suited Japanese tastes, though it had naturally been modified for local preferences.
The car turned at the next intersection. Hitomi was still wondering whether the senior she had chosen would like it when inertia made her sway sideways. She hurriedly grabbed the handrail, terrified of doing something stupid like falling onto her senior again.
Hitomi touched the wad of tissue plugging her nose. Her senior had rolled it to just the right thickness with his nimble fingers. It could stop the bleeding without feeling uncomfortable.
Her senior was really good at taking care of people.
Just then, Hitomi's phone vibrated three times—two short buzzes and one long one. She immediately perked up. That was Dream Wanderer's special notification sound.
She secretly glanced at it, and surprise flashed through her eyes.
Huh?
This wad of tissue actually met the standards for a catalyst...