"I'm eating them, aren't I?" said with a confused little frown. Her being suspicious made no sense. Why would he eat them if he didn't like the food, that's just silly.

"I don't like the cabbage, I'll admit that much. But I think that's more personal taste instead of your cooking."

He takes a big bite out one of those deep fried salty as hell carrots, crunching on it like one would crunch a potato chip.