"A perfectly good bowl of pork cutlet, with neither meat flavor nor curry flavor, failure!"
"The radishes weren't selected properly, too many bits, failure!"
"The pork skin is cooked too soft, no chewiness, failure!"
"The blood pudding is too loose, falls apart when picked up, the failure of all failures!"
"And the worst are these pickles, they weren't cleaned properly, there's even a bug in here, are you kidding me?"
Fushimi Roku shook his head while eating, and Minamoto Tamako suppressed her anger, waiting beside him for quite a while until Fushimi Roku was full. She then lightly coughed twice to remind Fushimi not to forget about the main matter.
"Why are you still here?" Fushimi Roku looked surprised, "Weren't we supposed to investigate the case?"
Minamoto Tamako couldn't hold back and spoke her mind: "Aren't you at least curious about the truth of that case?"
"Curious, but didn't you say to keep it a secret?" Fushimi Roku retorted.
