"Come on, everyone! Add more! No need to be shy! Laysa, why are you taking so little rice?! You are so thin, girl, try to eat more!"
It was the afternoon after all the shenanigans in the federations were finally over, and right now, they all gathered in Sheva's home for the invitation the boy threw. Having seen so many of his friends like this, of course, his mother was ecstatic. She didn't hide her ability anymore; cooking in a big number like this was the biggest business in the world.
She made so many dishes, from the infamous yellow rice, spring noodles, stir-fried vegetables, and even fried chicken, and everything was made by her own hand. There was no harmful chemical, no additional coloring food, or anything like that, just pure homemade cooking from an old woman who had been cooking for the rest of her life.
