"Yes, please wait a moment," the girl replied with a slight bow before retreating to make preparations.
After Mirai and the others were seated, the girl soon brought over several colorful balls strung together like rainbows.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy."
Mirai did not stand on ceremony and directly picked up a skewer to eat. They looked quite appealing, and since Rock Lee had recommended them, he assumed they would not disappoint him. Yet the moment one ball entered his mouth, an intense sweetness spread through it. The sweetness was unbelievably rich—dozens of times sweeter than the sweetest candy Mirai had ever eaten.
Mirai's eyes suddenly widened. He spat the ball into the trash can, then instinctively blurted out, "What is this thing? Was it sitting in a sink?"
The moment he said that, Mirai felt a chill run down his back. A vicious male voice sounded behind him:
"Where are you from? How dare you say that what Sunny made is a death wish!"
"Hm?"
Mirai innocently raised his head, looked at the embarrassed girl, then turned around to look behind him.
A burly, bold-looking man stood behind him, his fingers cracking loudly. He stared at Mirai with an unfriendly gaze, as though he wanted to devour him. Moreover, he wore a very conspicuous forehead protector—the forehead protector of Kusagakure!
"Kid, do you dare repeat what you just said?" the burly man said as he looked at Mirai, completely ignoring the others. Besides, one look at their group made it obvious that an adult had brought a bunch of teenagers out to have fun. He felt no pressure at all about bullying them.
"Master Liang, don't, don't get angry..." the girl said. Then she looked at Mirai. "But, sir, why did you say that just now? Were my meatballs