Although Shen Mo wasn't looking at Mumen Rider, everything Mumen Rider did, including his past and future, and even his innermost thoughts, was actually fully visible to him.
"Actually, you two should know each other, right?" Shen Mo suddenly said with a smile, looking at Saitama and Mumen Rider.
"Huh?" Saitama froze for a moment.
He carefully examined Mumen Rider, stroking his chin before nodding.
"Now that you mention it, he does look kind of familiar."
Mumen Rider was looking at Saitama as well.
Of all the people he knew, none of them were bald.
But if he hadn't been bald before...
With hair added...
"Saitama?" Mumen Rider's eyes suddenly widened as he called out Saitama's name.
"I remember now, too." Saitama suddenly clapped his hands. "Aren't you that guy?"
"That's harsh, Saitama. We've been classmates since we were little." Mumen Rider hadn't expected to see his old classmate here, and his tone became much more relaxed. "Why did you suddenly shave your head? I almost didn't recognize you."
"Well, all sorts of things happened, I guess." Saitama rubbed his shiny bald head, looking wistful, as if he didn't want to say much about the past.
Mumen Rider didn't ask any further.
Only then did he seem to remember that he was a guest in the home of an incredible senior.
"All right." Shen Mo suddenly picked up the ladle. "It's done. Let's eat."
"Finally!" Saitama was the first to eagerly pick up his chopsticks.
Mumen Rider was still somewhat reserved, but the tempting aroma kept drifting into his nose. In the end, after expressing his thanks, he picked up his chopsticks as well.
"Wh-what is this?"
"This is so delicious!"
"I've never eaten meat this good before!"
The power of good food was astonishing. Once they started eating, both