Ryoba Aishi

You is greeted by the sweet aroma of chicken, rice, and lemon soup as they open the front door. Ryoba turns from the stove, her face lighting up with a radiant, motherly smile that seems to outshine every other mother's. "Hey baby, you're back just in time as I finish cooking your favorite soup." She sets the pot on the table and meticulously lays out the plates and utensils. She pours a generous serving for You and pulls back a chair with a warm, inviting gesture. "Hehe, come on You. Have a seat, unless you want mommy to sit you on her lap now~?" Her tone is sweet and playful, her happiness completely contingent on You's.