I must say, the charm of language is truly something else.
Yuka sat at the dining table, poking at the rice in her bowl while her gaze darted back and forth between Sasuke and Haku.
"Is today's cooking not to your liking?" The attentive Haku noticed Yuka's restless little movements. Rather than directly scolding her out loud, he chose a much gentler way to remind her.
Chapter 166