Watching the young man in front of her glance back and forth between the pizza and pineapple in the pre-meal dessert, seemingly considering the question very seriously, Osphia had no idea where he had gotten such a strange impression.
She did not usually eat much pizza, but for some reason, being asked that put her in a good mood.
A lively gleam flashed across Osphia's refined, tranquil face.
"No, it would probably feel like watching someone stuff strawberries into dumplings."
Hearing the firsthand account from someone from Italy, Fang Ran imagined strawberry-filled dumplings and, for an instant, seemed to understand exactly how she felt.
Fang Ran looked helplessly at the pineapple and pizza before letting out a laugh.
"So that's how it is? Then I'll eat them separately."
Only after waking up did he gradually feel the intense hunger hit him. Come to think of it, the last time he had eaten had been before leaving Flower Chess last night.
Before the main course even arrived, Fang Ran began sweeping through the desserts on the table. Watching him, still only able to slowly raise and lower his hands after waking up,
Osphia took a glass from the side, poured him some water, and handed it over.
"Would you like some water?"
"Thank you."
Within the clear azure glass windows, the figure in a blue-and-white long dress watched the young man across the dining table as he ate.
"By the way, what have you been doing these past two days?"
"In Boston, helping my ancestor investigate."
Before long, restaurant servers began bringing out the appetizers. Upon the table covered with an elegant tablecloth sat exquisitely arranged dishes in white round plates, colorful as paintings.
As they ate together like this for the first time, they chatted continuously about all kinds of