Kiyono Lin slightly frowned; as a pseudo-otaku, she definitely couldn't ignore such a situation.
This matter was urgent and had to be corrected before those two got together.
Writing this down in her mental memo, Kiyono Lin took a sip of miso soup sprinkled with a bit of green onion.
Setting down the soup bowl, she elegantly picked up a small bite of rice with her chopsticks and placed it in her mouth.
She chewed carefully, with a light, sweet taste spreading in her mouth.
Today's rice indeed tasted better than usual.
After breakfast, the two ladies took Kiyono Lin to the stern to play with the surf from the wake.
Dubian Che stayed at the helm, keeping the yacht at "just the right speed to create surfable waves," while also listening attentively to the walkie-talkie to ensure immediate deceleration if someone failed at surfing, so they wouldn't be left behind in the Pacific Ocean.
Opening the window and enjoying the sea breeze, steering the yacht was a comfortable affair.
