[TaroTre] My Blind Date is My Childhood Friend - Chapter 12

The two continued to chat for a while longer until Tregear, finally losing interest in a second refill of coffee, spoke up. “Are you two hungry? I’m ready for a real meal.”

“Are you hungry, Taiga?” Taro asked, looking down at his son.

“I am,” Taiga replied.

“Then let’s go eat. I know a pretty good Chinese restaurant nearby,” Taro suggested.

Tregear nodded. He had no particular preference for what they ate; after all, it was unlikely to be bad if Taro recommended it.

As Tregear stood up, he noticed Taiga’s empty glass and said provocatively, “Hey brat, want me to buy you another glass of milk?”

“No! You’re the brat!” Taiga hid behind his father’s back and stuck his tongue out at Tregear.

Tregear reached out, plucked Taiga from behind Taro, and began walking toward the exit while dangling the boy by his collar. “Is that any way to talk to your elders? Don’t forget, I’m on a blind date with your father today. If this actually works out, you’ll have to call me ‘Dad.'”

“Ha! Talk to me after you actually succeed,” little Taiga shot back. “With a mouth as poisonous as yours, Grandma would never let you through our front door.”

“Oh? Is that the criteria for your family’s dating pool? Whether or not someone is ‘poisonous’? There were plenty of gentle types before me, yet you didn’t settle for any of them. Is that why it’s finally my turn?” Tregear was never one to lose an argument, even against a child, though his sudden competitive streak was somewhat baffling.

Taro followed behind them, feeling utterly speechless. While he considered pretending he didn’t know them, he knew he was the one who had to foot the bill. Neither of these two looked like they had any intention of paying.

Taro sometimes wondered why such a brilliant scientist like Tregear would bother bickering with a small child.

Perhaps it’s just an eccentric hobby of scientists? Taro thought.

(Meanwhile, a certain scientist working overtime elsewhere: Achoo! I feel like someone is talking behind my back.)

After navigating a few turns, the three finally arrived at the Chinese restaurant Taro had mentioned.

Once seated, Taro took the menu and began ordering his favorites, adding dishes he knew Tregear would enjoy. As for Taiga? Well, the boy had one great quality: he wasn’t a picky eater. As long as the food was good, he’d eat anything, making him much easier to please than Tregear.

After finishing, Taro showed the menu to the other two. Once they confirmed they didn’t want to add anything else, Taro handed it back to the waiter.