"If you're curious, you can taste it. Then you'll know why everyone likes it."
Seeing Hisako Arato's puzzled expression, Hoshino Sora broke open a fried dough stick and fed it to her mouth. Hisako Arato hesitated for two seconds, then finally took a bite.
The outer shell was crispy and savory, with a hint of softness inside. It was a light, savory taste. Logically, it should have been very ordinary, but these elements combined felt like some kind of sublimation.
After eating the fried dough stick in her mouth and savoring it carefully, Hisako Arato looked at Hoshino Sora's hand again. There was still half a fried dough stick, and a hint of desire appeared in her eyes, but she didn't want to say it.
"It's all yours. Work hard after you finish eating, okay?"
"I can do it myself."
Seeing Hoshino Sora trying to feed her again, Hisako Arato's face flushed slightly. She quickly stepped forward, snatched the fried dough stick, and stuffed the small half directly into her mouth.
"Cough, cough."
Because the fried dough stick was too large, she couldn't swallow it at once, and her mouth was difficult to move. She could only cough twice and swallowed the fried dough stick with extreme effort.
"There's also soy milk over there. Go and have breakfast first.
Later, ask Erina if she's used to commoner food. If she's not, she can just go hungry."
Pointing to the breakfast prepared for Hisako Arato and Erina Nakiri in the back, he thought that since they came so early, they must not have eaten. He wasn't a devil; he wouldn't let his employees work on an empty stomach.
"Delicious! Fried dough sticks with soy milk are amazing!"
Actually, Hisako initially didn't want to eat, but once you start eating fried dough sticks, they become addictive. Afterwards, if you don't eat them, your mouth always feels like something is missing.
Plus, she really hadn't eaten breakfast, and as time passed, her stomach got a bit hungry. The fried dough sticks and flatbreads kept emitting enticing aromas, and the customers outside were exclaiming in praise. Gradually, she surrendered.
She suffered a humiliating defeat to the deliciousness of soy milk and fried dough sticks, her face beaming with happiness. Before this, no one had ever told her that sweet and savory flavors combined could be so delicious!
"Right? Simple combinations of two foods can create an effect where one plus one is greater than two. You can also try the fried flatbread; that taste is also very good."
After placing the prepared pig trotters into the braising pot and covering it, he walked to the frying pan and turned the fried flatbreads inside. As the flatbreads gradually turned golden, a rich aroma wafted through the air.
"Three fried dough sticks and two fried flatbreads, Hisako, are you eating commoner food?!"
"Ah? I'm sorry, Lady Erina, I... I was too hungry, and it smelled so good, I couldn't resist..."
"Don't say another word! I can't believe your taste is so bad. You look so happy eating something as simple as fried batter. When did your standards get so low?"
"Lady Erina, I..."
"Soy milk and fried dough sticks have always been a perfect match. It's too hasty to think they're bad before even tasting them. That's not what a chef should do!"
Hearing Erina Nakiri's reprimand, and seeing Hisako Arato lower her head, her expression changing from happy to dejected, Hoshino Sora spoke righteously. Then he picked a perfectly cooled fried dough stick, broke off a piece, and forcefully shoved it into her mouth.
"Mmmph~"
Because it happened so suddenly, Hisako was still squatting and eating, looking dejected. In just two blinks of an eye, Erina Nakiri was forcibly fed.
This action was truly ungraceful, and because the girl's mouth was relatively small, Erina Nakiri's cheeks looked puffed up after she ate everything, which was very enticing.
Her lower half consisted of a knee-length skirt, and she wore black stockings that greatly flattered her leg shape. It had to be said that Erina Nakiri was extremely beautiful; in China, she would at least be a popular celebrity.
And beauties like her were abundant at Far Moon Tea Ceremony Academy. It was unknown whether it was because of being in a two-dimensional world, or because Far Moon was an aristocratic school where wealthy families could raise beautiful daughters.
The second reason was probably more likely.