Ah, I really miss home-cooked food.
The thought crossed my mind as I stared down at the miso soup, which carried a faint, metallic scent of blood. For some reason, it reminded me of seonji haejangguk. I couldn't exactly voice my concerns, not with Akagi watching me with such a delighted, expectant expression. But as I looked closer, the spread before me had turned into a complete gamble—a culinary battlefield.
*Ah... is this my karma?*
Glancing at the other shipgirls, who were eating without a care in the world, it didn't seem like the food in general was tainted. Was it just my portion? I couldn't afford to let my guard down. Akagi was a terrifying woman. Still, surely the rice would be safe. I picked up my spoon, scooped up a mouthful of fluffy white rice, and popped it into my mouth. Hmm. Well, aside from a slightly fishy aftertaste, the rice was actually pretty good!
Comments (0)
Please log in to leave a comment. Login or Register