Bringing Up Old Matters Again

When the lid was lifted, what appeared before everyone was a Golden Cake that had been gnawed into a horrendous state, along with a Little Bean Sprout whose belly was already round and swollen, yet who was still eating with determination.

...Come clean. What's your relationship with Jerry? And where's Tom?!

The sudden brightness of the surrounding space made the little thing pause mid-meal and look around blankly. Then she spotted us watching her. Just as I was about to say something, Ding Dang spoke up on her own. Holding up a tiny lump of cake, she bounced over to me. "A Jun~~ Want some? It's really tasty~~"

I patted Ilson on the shoulder as he stood beside me, looking ready to cry. "Don't be sad. This only proves that Ding Dang is still full of energy today."

"The cake... has become like this."

Only then did Silvia finally react. She looked troubledly at Ding Dang on the platter and the cake that the little thing had wasted by gnawing it into something resembling honeycomb briquettes. "No one can eat it now."

I grabbed Ding Dang, who was hopping around with a small piece of pastry raised in her hand, intending to teach her a lesson. Then I pushed the cake platter toward Sandora. "It's fine. We have someone here who isn't picky."

"A Jun, A Jun, don't squeeze too hard!" a tiny voice cried from my hand. "I ate too much! If you squeeze me, it'll come out!"

I directly took out a large mug from Personal Space and tossed Ding Dang into it. "Wash all that cream off yourself first!"

"Father God above!" Ilson looked at me with worshipful admiration. "Is this how you usually bathe the captain?"

I nodded. "Sometimes I even add dish soap."

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