Nara, a venison restaurant.
"Itadakimasu." Miki Kashiwagi pressed her chopsticks together, muttered a perfunctory pre-meal prayer, and dove right into her food. The lightly seared Nara raw venison, garnished with finely chopped green onions, pepper salt, and minced shiso leaves, was enough to make anyone's mouth water—at least, it definitely made Miki Kashiwagi, a native of Guangdong, ravenous.
"Itadakimasu..." Subaru went through the motions quite solemnly. After all, people who didn't care about protocol like Miki Kashiwagi were few and far between. Until the old-timer picked up her chopsticks, most of the people present, including Subaru, didn't dare start eating.
Chapter 278