"This really is rations! They were specially prepared for Little Bubble, and they taste great!" Mirai said with a smile, shaking his head. But Hatake Sakumo and the others could not be allowed to find out about this, or they would definitely die!
"Wahaha!" Hearing Mirai's confirmation, Grandma clutched her stomach and laughed mercilessly. Those damned people had wanted something to eat before, but they had not been given any food! Now their luck had run out, hadn't it!? Hahaha, I told you not to feed Mirai!
Mirai looked at Grandma speechlessly. Sometimes, his teacher acted even more like a child than he did! Was she a child or what? At a loss for words, Mirai took out a fried chicken drumstick for Grandma to eat.
Grandma held the fried chicken and ate with great delight. "This is the first time Mirai has eaten this kind of chicken. It tastes great! Did your chef finally succeed, or did Konoha open a new shop?!"
Mirai shook his head. "Mirai made it!"
Grandma looked at Mirai in disbelief. She did not think her little disciple possessed such skills—could he cook!? Still, she did not doubt him too much. After all, Mirai had more than enough miraculous things about him!
"It would be great if there were wine!" Grandma sighed. She had originally been quite the drinker, but ever since coming here, she had not had a drop of alcohol. With her connections, getting some wine would have been easy, but as a senior student, she had to set an example!
When Mirai heard Grandma's words, he suddenly thought that fried chicken should go with beer. Fortunately, there were no monks messing around in this world, or a queen like Grandma might have been poisoned.
However, this time, Grandma had given Mirai a