"Uh, fine, we'll let him off cheap this time."
After the server left, Dubian Che said to Kiyono Lin, "Sahui is Yunbei's soloist on the trumpet, and Chisako is one of the two on the tenor horn. If they get sick from the food, our chances of winning the gold prize could increase by at least one percent."
"One percent? Don't underestimate us!" Sahui almost slapped the table in anger.
Chisako smiled and poured her some barley tea.
"Chisako, aren't you angry?"
"He must be joking, don't mind it. Besides, he's treating us to dinner, I totally don't mind a little teasing."
"No, if you really plan to order something that might upset your stomach, I won't stop you, I'll happily pay," Dubian Che said.
"He means it," Kiyono Lin added.
"Although Capital City might not be as cosmopolitan as Tokyo, we won't be easily fooled, you can't get one over on us," Chisako confidently said.
Dubian Che turned to look at Kiyono Lin, his eyebrows slightly raised.
'Fun, right?'
