"Don't be too hard on her, honey," a soft male voice intervened, gently reprimanding Jenna. Seated on the couch was an old man with a warm, brown complexion, sporting short blue hair and a pair of captivating blue eyes. He held a newspaper in his hands and adjusted his glasses as he continued reading.
"I just want her to eat, darling," Jenna pouted, her hands firmly placed on her hips.
"Why do you think my cooking is bad?" Jenna asked, her expression filled with hurt.
"No, Mum, I love your cooking. It's just that sometimes the meals make me feel a bit too relaxed at work," Hitono nervously explained, scratching her cheeks.
"Whose fault do you think that is?" Jenna asked, giving her daughter a knowing look. "You feel sleepy because your body doesn't get enough rest. The herbs in my food help your body relax and recover, ensuring you stay healthy and strong!" Jenna proclaimed, her voice brimming with conviction.
