Watanabe Shunichi yelled, and everyone's attention shifted.
Fushimi Roku grabbed the spatula, leaned back, and poked his head out from the kitchen, just in time to see Watanabe Shun opening the door.
"Excuse me..."
The woman outside seemed to have heard Watanabe Shun's shout, unsure of the situation, she stood outside the door, bowing slightly, her face carrying some awkwardness.
"Oh! Sawa-san, it's you!" Watanabe Shun recognized the guest.
Fushimi Roku, a long-time miner, still hadn't familiarized himself with all his colleagues at the Nakagawara Police Station. It's not that his memory is bad, but he's never paid attention; everyone to him is just background.
"Who is it?" He put down the spatula, took off his apron, and carried the freshly cooked oden to get a front-row seat.
Hmm, looks in her thirties or forties, about the same age as Kazama Tatsuya, but clearly better maintained than Kazama Tatsuya, at least her hair hasn't turned white, and her figure is still intact.
