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"Chew before you swallow," Aoi asked, and right after serving the food, Inosuke began stuffing himself. "You’re going to choke!"
"SHUT UP!" he shouted with his mouth full, spraying bits of food and saliva at her. "LET ME EAT IN PEACE!"
Aoi put her hands on her hips. She was annoyed.
"Eat more slowly!" she snapped as she watched him shove bite after bite into his mouth. "The food isn’t going anywhere."
Ignoring Aoi’s advice, the boy quickly finished his meal and held out his rice bowl, asking for another serving.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" he yelled, banging the table, impatient for more. "I’M HUNGRY!"
"That’s not how you ask for things," she shot back. "And wipe your face! It’s covered in food."
Since Inosuke ate so messily, it wasn’t surprising there were grains of rice all around his mouth.
Seeing that the girl wouldn’t serve him another bowl—at least not until he cleaned himself—he grunted and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"DONE!" he declared. "NOW GIVE ME FOOD!"
But all he did was make an even bigger mess of his face. Aoi sighed and, slipping her hand into the pocket of her apron, pulled out a clean white handkerchief.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the boy barked, seeing her hand approach instead of a bowl of rice.
"Don’t move!" she ordered as she carefully wiped his dirty face with the clean cloth, like a mother tending to her child.
That caused a flood of pleasant emotions to rush through Inosuke. His eyes widened as he stared at her face while she gently wiped around his mouth.
"There, you’re clean," she said, smiling with satisfaction once every trace of dirt was gone from his face.
She frowned when, from his now-clean (at least on the surface) mouth, he demanded more food.
"Your stomach will hurt if you keep eating!"
"I’M HUNGRY!" he shouted, pounding his fist on the table. "GIVE ME MORE!"
Her eyes widened when, after giving him more food and watching him devour it, Inosuke demanded that she clean him again.
"HEY, CLEAN ME!"
"That wasn’t so you’d get used to it!" she snapped. "Clean yourself!"
"I DON’T WANT TO! CLEAN ME!"
It was too late—Inosuke had already grown used to that gentle treatment.