There was a lot going on, but we all ended up having a good time eating yakiniku together.
“Oh, there’s ice cream at the end. I’ll bring it to you.”
Even though I was already quite full, Yuki went to the freezer without listening to anyone’s answer and immediately took out the ice cream and brought a bowl and spoon for the number of people.
(She was so fast I didn’t even have time to stop her…)
“I’m so full.”
“Don’t worry, it’s delicious and you can eat it too!”
And, hey, that ice cream was for emergency use.
And it was Häagen… and we needed a scooper to scoop the ice cream, which we didn’t have.
Well, Yuki and Chinatsu got on well after all, and it wasn’t a bad idea to have dinner together.
I think the black gal was a bit too excited for me today…
“Here’s your ice cream, Saki.”
“Ice cream?”
“Yes, it’s cold. Cold.”
“Sofu-chou?”
“It’s Yuki. No, it’s not. It’s not soft serve ice cream.”
“What’s the difference?”
“””……..”””
The three adults couldn’t answer Saki’s genuine question, so they keep quiet.
If you thought about it, what was the difference between soft ice cream and ice cream?
“Do you know Chinatsu?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about Yuki?”
“I don’t know.”
Neither of them seemed to know, so I checked on my phone.
“Oh, they have a different temperature.”
“”Okay.””
Chinatsu and Yuki didn’t seem to be interested at all.
Maybe the two of them had been able to eat well, but our angel didn’t seem to be able to do so, so she tilted her head and asked me a question.
1“What is temeraturu? (What is temperature?)”
“Well, it’s a measure of the warmth or coldness of an object, or in thermodynamic terms, a molecule or atom.”
“Are you stupid, Mika? There’s no way Saki is going to understand what you’re saying.”
“Haha!”
I tried to explain it properly, but for some reason Chinatsu got angry and Yuki laughed at me.
“Why are you pretending to be so clever, Mika? That’s not in your character.”
I felt like I was being made fun of because I was the owner of the original body.
What was I going to do with this black gal? As I was thinking this, Chinatsu crouched down in front of Saki, made eye contact with her and started to explain.
“Can I explain? The meat you just ate, Saki, was warm, right?”
“Yes.”
“And the ice cream you’re eating?”
“Cold.”
“Yes, that’s the temperature. Do you understand?”
“…Ai!”
Maybe Saki thought the difference between grilled meat and ice cream was temperature, but maybe that was the best way to explain it to a three-year-old.
“You’re too young to be doing this. You’ll learn.”