Manabu laughs sheepishly, and it's clear this little idiot would definitely build a porch for a bottle of garlic salt from a pretty girl because currency is dead and he has no sense of his own worth in this world, thanks TRENCH.

"If it's that worrying, aa...how about I just bring you a portion of whatever I make with the stuff?" he suggests with a shrug. "If it turns out good, anyway; I wouldn't share a bad dish on purpose."