Though she had little fondness for the century-old tamagoyaki set before her, Mana Sumida's bandmate, required to wear a shirt bearing the long-established shop's logo, smiled politely and picked up her chopsticks to take a small bite.
"Mmm... Simply delicious! I feel all my fatigue and stress just melt away!"
Struggling hard to fake the appearance of being healed by tamagoyaki that was overcooked, slightly burnt, and possessed a heavy metal tang of impure mineral salt, she stood up right on cue according to the rehearsal and bowed deeply to the bearded, honest-looking elderly shop owner.
Chapter 147