Fujiwara Yu didn't even turn his head. He shook his head to indicate that he would be in charge of today's meal, and Akemi just had to wait for the meal to be served.

Under Miyano Akemi's surprised gaze, he calmly took out a ruler that he had found from somewhere, and after gently scratching regular marks on the carrot with the blade, he decisively cut the carrot into equal-sized dice.

No wonder he was so careful when selecting carrots just now... If these two carrots were not so distinctive in appearance, it would be really difficult to cut them into such uniform dice.

Out of curiosity, Miyano Akemi couldn't help but ask:

"Fujiwara-kun, do you often do this when you cook?"

"You mean using a ruler?" Fujiwara Yu turned to look at Miyano Akemi. After receiving a nod, he explained, "Well, I feel that uniform size makes the whole dish look more neat, just like when writing, the upper and lower parts of the font are on a uniform straight line, which gives people a very comfortable feeling."

Miyano Akemi couldn't help but smile when she heard this. She felt that Fujiwara Yu's obsessive-compulsive disorder was reflected in his cooking. No wonder some people said that medical students would have more or less some little quirks, just like her mother had the habit of cutting fruit with a scalpel.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little sad. The time she spent with her mother was too short. The one who was most distressed was Shiho. Her parents passed away not long after she was born.

She clasped her hands together and made a silent wish in her heart, hoping that her sister could leave the organization as soon as possible and regain her freedom.