Chapter 67
Fugaku and Mikoto exchanged glances, while young Itachi sat still, staring blankly at the last shrimp left on the plate.
Nearly all the dishes on the table had been polished off—most of them devoured by none other than Saitama.
"Haha! That was delicious!" Saitama patted his stomach contentedly, completely unreserved, treating the Uchiha household like his own.
"Uh... haha..." Fugaku let out an awkward chuckle, not knowing what to say. He hadn't expected Saitama to have such an enormous appetite. Fortunately, Mikoto had prepared extra dishes today, anticipating the presence of a guest.
"Did you have enough, Saitama? I can whip up a bit more if you're still hungry," Mikoto offered kindly, though slightly bewildered. Fugaku had mentioned a seven-year-old subordinate would be visiting and staying for lunch. In an effort to maintain the prestige of the clan head's household, she had increased the portion sizes. Yet, even that seemed to fall short.
Mikoto's gaze shifted to her son, who still clutched a shrimp in hand, unsure whether to eat it or offer it up.
"I'm full, really! But it's been a while since I've eaten so much," Saitama replied sincerely. "These shrimp are amazing! Thank you so much for the hospitality." He casually brushed his finger over a shrimp shell, the savory flavor still lingering. The taste reminded him of the Australian lobster he had eaten in his past life.
Fugaku smiled politely and picked up his bowl to finish the last of his rice.
"Brother Saitama... do you want this shrimp?" Itachi hesitated, holding out the shrimp with a conflicted look.
The older boy who had given him his shinobi forehead protector liked shrimp—so Itachi decided he could go without one.
"Huh? No, no—Itachi, you eat it. I'm really full," Saitama said, smiling warmly. He was a bit flushed but sincere.