[ Damn. Okay. When Tsuruno puts it all like that, he supposes it is possible to describe things in a more interesting manner.
Yi Sang takes one of the plates of Christmas tree-shaped fried rice. He scoops a small portion of it and takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully and very seriously. Only after he swallows does he nod a bit before adding: ]
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Yi Sang takes one of the plates of Christmas tree-shaped fried rice. He scoops a small portion of it and takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully and very seriously. Only after he swallows does he nod a bit before adding: ]
This food -- it is star-worthy.