"Yay~"
Kirara swayed left and right while holding little Ayaka, looking somewhat overly cheerful.
Little Ayaka, feeling the rocking from big sister Kirara and hearing about the story her brother would continue writing, couldn't help but show a happy smile as well. However, due to the Kamisato family's strict upbringing, her smile was more restrained.
Compared to Kirara's pure, innocent grin, it carried an extra touch of elegance and composure.
Looking at this scene, little Ayato's mind unconsciously drifted to the image of his dear little sister quietly and expectantly holding cat Kirara beside him while he wrote.
Now it had turned into Kirara holding his dear little sister...
Wait, Kirara, don't just copy everything the old man does!
Thinking of this, little Ayato's first reaction wasn't anger at all—he burst out laughing first.
Seriously, the cat really takes after her master.
At that moment, little Ayato felt a gaze and turned his head to find old man Cid holding the finale dish.
At this point, the old man also realized little Ayato had noticed him. He simply gave little Ayato a kind smile.
'It's really great to see Kirara mixing in with the kids just like before.'
Little Ayato returned the same welcoming smile to the old man.
'I like this family.'
The two grown men who both cherished family warmth simply exchanged a knowing smile, understanding the meaning in each other's eyes, then returned to their own worlds.
"Old man, let me help."
Little Eula took a cloth, slightly adjusted the temperature with her Cryo, and accompanied the old man in carrying the grand finale stew to the center of the table.
With the climactic and finest dish in place, everyone finally began tonight's sumptuous dinner...
"Kirara, if you're not skilled with chopsticks yet, it's fine to use a spoon first..."
Undoubtedly, some things were being done for the first time. In her cat form, she had never used chopsticks—she had always just buried her face in the food...
This resulted in Kirara's handling of utensils being nothing short of disastrous...
Forget chopsticks; even holding the spoon was a bit unsteady...
"Never mind, never mind. Today is a day for happy eating. We can learn utensils tomorrow. Tell the old man what you want to eat, and I'll serve it to you."
Cat Kirara looked extremely excited and immediately pointed straight at the slow-simmered pork, bamboo shoots, and fresh ham stew in the center of the table...
At that moment, little Ayato and little Sara were both reaching for the dish.
Little Sara simply loved eating it, while Ayato was getting it because his little sister wanted some.
No helping it—the little milk-dango Ayaka had short arms, so big brother had to handle it.
The old man waited for the two of them to finish serving themselves before extending his chopsticks toward the bamboo shoots in the stew.
Then he turned back and saw cat Kirara with her mouth open, smiling brightly.
The meaning couldn't have been clearer.
It was just like a child begging food from their parents...
The old man gave a helpless smile, first placing some bamboo shoots into Kirara's bowl, then taking the spoon from her hand, scooping up rice along with the placed bamboo shoots, and feeding it into her mouth.
Eating the dish definitely required pairing it with rice—especially when the bamboo shoots were still dripping with broth.
Looking at the two tails behind Kirara waving nonstop, it was clear she was more than satisfied.
Then Kirara looked at the old man with very expectant eyes, signaling for more.
The old man also found feeding his own cat quite amusing and was about to continue, but someone came to take over the task.
"Old man, feeding like this—Kirara is a big girl now, after all. Let me do it."
Little Eula enthusiastically took over the old man's cat-feeding duties.