Misaki's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she presented her father with a bowl of steaming, green soup. "Come on, Dad, it's good for you," she encouraged, her voice tinged with a hint of coercion.
"Green tea miso soup. It's really good for your health," Misaki replied, pushing the bowl closer to him.
He hesitated, then picked up his spoon, taking a tentative sip. His expression immediately soured. "This is bitter," he complained.
