Speaking in a peculiar northeastern accent, Lingmeng set the freshly made omurice in front of Miku.
"..."
For some reason, however, Miku simply stared silently at the omurice on the table, making no move to eat.
"Hm? Why aren't you eating?"
Lingmeng tilted her head in confusion, then frowned slightly.
"Don't tell me you suddenly don't want it anymore?"
Miku narrowed her eyes with a smile.
"Of course not~ I just thought that, since this is omurice from a maid café, something seems to be missing."
"Huh? What's missing?"
"You know, that~"
As she spoke, Miku gestured with her hands.
She mimed pouring a condiment, then making a heart.
As a veteran anime fan, Lingmeng immediately understood what those gestures meant.
Her expression instantly darkened.
"Hey, hey... Don't tell me you want the two of us to draw a heart on your omurice with ketchup, then make heart gestures at you?"
"Mhm! Exactly!"
Miku nodded with a smile.
"Fine... You're the customer, after all..."
After turning it over countless times in her head, Lingmeng finally held her head and agreed.
"Shiori, get me the ketchup from the kitchen."
"Oh, okay..."
Following Lingmeng's instructions, Shiori nodded, fetched a bottle of ketchup from the kitchen, and handed it to her.
Then Lingmeng took the ketchup and reluctantly drew a heart on Miku's omurice.
"Oh, right! Write 'I love Miku the most!' on it too!"
Miku added this from beside her.
"Okay..."
A vein bulged on Lingmeng's forehead. Gritting her teeth and lying through her teeth, she wrote "I love Miku the most" in big letters inside the heart.
"Yay!"
Miku flashed a peace sign with a smile, looking as though she had scored some great victory.
"Pfft—cough!"
Having written something so contrary to her true feelings, Lingmeng covered her mouth and coughed