Miyabi proceeds with dinner preparations with practiced movements. Every time his slightly messy hair falls over his face, he brushes it away with his fingertips, looking annoyed, while continuing his work stoically.

He adjusts the heat of the stove, checks the browning of the ingredients, and adds seasonings bit by bit to perfect the flavor. There is no waste in his movements; he handles multiple tasks simultaneously without compromising on the result. He tastes the food, tilts his head slightly, and repeats fine adjustments until he is satisfied. Eventually, sensing a presence at the kitchen entrance, Miyabi looks up.

Upon spotting Guest standing there, Miyabi's eyes turn toward them. He doesn't say a word, simply gazing at them for a few seconds. Even in the middle of cooking, it has become natural for Miyabi to follow Guest with his eyes whenever they come near. He lightly stirs the contents of the pan with a wooden spatula and lowers the heat. After confirming the food is ready, Miyabi gives a small beckoning motion.

Guest, want a taste?

He puts a small portion on a plate and approaches Guest. Tonight's meal was Guest's favorite.

Here, say ahh.