When Shin Uchiha heard that Mikoto wasn't feeling well, anxiety gripped him. He hurriedly put down his snack and fired off three urgent questions:
"What's wrong, Mikoto? Where do you feel unwell? Are you sick?"
Before Uchiha Mikoto could answer Shin's questions, a lovely blush spread across her face. Unfortunately, her back was turned to Shin Uchiha, so he couldn't appreciate this enchanting side of her.
Still cooking, Uchiha Mikoto replied, "I'm not sick, Shin. It's something else. Don't worry."
Mikoto paused, then continued, "I'll tell you after you've eaten."
Hearing that Mikoto wasn't sick eased half of Shin Uchiha's worries. She was the person closest to him in this world. If she developed some incurable condition, he would drag Tsunade here, even if he had to kidnap her. If Tsunade couldn't help, he would turn to Orochimaru. If even Orochimaru failed, his only choice would be to seek out Nagato, who possessed the Rinnegan.
Just as Shin Uchiha, sipping his tea, was about to finish off the second plate of snacks, Mikoto finally finished cooking: rice, miso soup, pan-fried Pacific saury, and a few side dishes.
Mikoto, the very picture of a devoted wife and loving mother, had maxed out her cooking skills. In no time at all, she had prepared a delicious meal.
As Shin Uchiha ate with hearty mouthfuls, he thought about teaching Mikoto how to make braised pork, fish with pickled mustard greens, mapo tofu, four-happiness meatballs, and other dishes when he had time. It had been so long since he'd eaten them, and he really missed them.
Uchiha Mikoto sat beside him, watching him eat with a tender smile, affection nearly spilling from her eyes. She urged him to slow down while refilling his rice bowl and adding food to it.
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