The moment Silver Moon made her request, the air suddenly fell silent.
For quite a while.
Before Yanbai could respond, Madara Uchiha said with a cold expression, "What? Are you turning your noses up at your own father's love?"
At those words, Muye and Silver Moon trembled.
Though Madara Uchiha's face was cold, his voice was unmistakably cheerful.
But both Muye and Silver Moon broke out in goosebumps.
The dishes that had tormented them for the past ten-odd days flashed through their minds.
Stir-fried pig eyes, for instance. The flavor was nothing special, but they burst in your mouth, and while eating them, you could keenly feel an entire basin of eyeballs staring at you.
Stir-fried pig windpipes, stir-fried pig heart vessels, braised fish innards...
Unique flavors, utterly horrifying presentation.
The two children remained silent, but Yanbai said mildly, "Madara, don't scare the children."
Madara Uchiha slowly turned his head and asked plaintively, "Am I that frightening?"
"The food looks too ugly," Yanbai said in all seriousness.
Muye and Silver Moon's eyes filled with grateful tears.
Their gratitude lasted less than three seconds before Yanbai continued, "If you insist on eating this, you can use genjutsu to disguise it while preserving the texture and flavor."
Muye and Silver Moon: "..."
Silver Moon said forlornly, "Mother, I miss your cooking. I really... I really, really miss it."
Madara Uchiha's "masterpieces" kept circling through her mind.
Sheep stomach-content soup, a shade of green beyond description;
Winter melon soup covered in mint leaves;
Silver Moon felt that her father had mistaken cooking for alchemy...
Yanbai chuckled and gazed at Silver Moon affectionately. "It's all right, Silver Moon. I understand how you feel. Starting tomorrow, I'll do the cooking."
Hearing this, Muye and Silver Moon were so excited that their eyes brimmed with