Synopsis

He discovered, with a sinking feeling, that his carefully prepared "Returning Bonito Confit" had vanished. Not a scrap remained. A familiar suspicion bloomed in his mind – Hana. She had a habit of sampling his culinary creations without asking, a practice that often led to heated exchanges. The evidence was circumstantial, but the pattern undeniable. A quiet tension settled between them, thick with unspoken accusations and simmering resentment.