"How does it taste? How is it? Delicious?"
"Delicious."
Boxed Meal couldn't help but praise.
"Of course, your taste, I'm most familiar with it."
Hearing Boxed Meal's response, Nightingale giggled.
She patted her chest, her words full of pride.
Seeing the girl's happy appearance, Boxed Meal's gaze softened even more.
At this moment, his eyes were bright and clear, as if carrying some indescribable emotions.
Being gazed at so deeply and affectionately, gradually, a blush appeared on Nightingale's charming cheeks.
"Ahem... there's also vegetable soup, I'll go bring it over."
The girl lightly coughed, turned around, and left, like a little deer fleeing in panic.
But the next moment, she was gently held back by Boxed Meal on her right hand.
"Nightingale, wait a moment..."
Boxed Meal said.
Nightingale turned her head, looking at him somewhat surprised and puzzled.
And Boxed Meal stared at her unwaveringly, his eyes seemingly containing the entire starry sky.
