"Let's eat; you seem to have enough energy now."
But if he has been working hard this entire time, she doubts donuts will be enough for him. Oh that's right. Sumire broke free from his hold and walked over to the kitchen. She took out some sandwiches from the fridge.
It was a sandwich with vegetables and grilled meat stuffed inside.
"I'm sorry this isn't much. My nausea was bad, so I couldn't cook-" Sumire paused, seeing his expression, and averted her gaze. "What is it?"
"I just thought of the perks of having a talented wife."
Sumire stepped on his foot, and Yuhi yelped in pain. "Hey now, I am complimenting you."
"It's only a sandwich, your exaggerating."
Besides, she is quite sure his pretty childhood friend has cooked for him. Sumire recalled the article of them participating in a recent cooking show together.