Soon, the grilled pork chop salad was served. Thin slices of pork tenderloin were sprinkled with a few chili flakes, beautifully arranged like a mural in an arcade.
Aozawa picked up his chopsticks, took several slices of pork tenderloin, and brought them to Chitose's mouth. "Ah, I'll feed you."
Today, Morimoto Chiyoda decided to play along nicely. She opened her cherry-red lips and chewed the pork, the smokiness of the grilled meat and a zesty tanginess simultaneously bursting on her tongue.
The flavor was good.
It was a tad inferior to dishes from high-end restaurants, but this meat had the advantage of quantity; you could pick up several slices at once, more than making up for any slight gap in deliciousness.
Perhaps even surpassing the deliciousness of high-end restaurants.
After swallowing, Morimoto Chiyoda also picked up a few pieces and brought them to Aozawa's mouth, laughing, "Ah~ Let your big sister feed you some meat~"
