Breakfast Foods

Lingling gently stroked Milim's hair as if she were petting a cat.

The silky texture eased much of Lingling's fatigue from the day's work. Looking at Milim's adorable face, Lingling could no longer hold herself back and gave it a light tug.

Then she gently shifted Milim around before slowly pulling her into her arms. Feeling Milim's soft body against her chest, a suspicious blush appeared on Lingling's face.

Big Sister is so cute! I want to hold Big Sister forever.

Soon, two hours passed. Looking thoroughly refreshed, Lingling carried Milim out of the hot spring. After putting on her own yukata, Lingling gently helped Milim into hers as well.

Finally, Lingling carried Milim back to her room to rest.

As the sky began to brighten, a ray of sunlight shone into the room through the corner of the window.

Milim frowned under the sunlight and instinctively tried to rub her eyes, only to find that her hands seemed to be restrained and unable to move.

When she opened her eyes, she discovered that Lingling had completely wrapped her in an embrace. Forget raising a hand—even moving was difficult.

In the end, Milim used all her strength and finally managed to free one hand. She pinched Lingling's nose with it, but after a while, Milim realized that Lingling showed no reaction whatsoever.

Feeling somewhat discouraged, Milim suddenly noticed that the arm around her had loosened slightly. Seizing the opportunity, she quickly curled up and slipped out of the embrace.

"Honestly, how can you sleep so deeply?" Milim climbed out of bed and stretched, only to suddenly feel a chilly draft below her.

Looking down, she discovered that she was wearing only a yukata, with no other undergarments on.

She scratched her butt, turned around with dead-fish eyes, and headed toward her own room.

Every morning when she woke up, Milim always felt unable to muster any energy. Her usual vitality vanished completely in the morning.

She entered her room and opened the wardrobe, where rows upon rows of identical outfits were neatly arranged.

Milim casually picked out a set and quickly got dressed, then washed her face, brushed her teeth, and went to eat breakfast.

However, when she arrived for breakfast, she found that Lingling was already seated at the table, enjoying her meal.

"Morning, Lingling." Milim greeted her lazily, then plopped down onto a stool and casually grabbed several fried dough sticks and steamed buns to munch on.

These foods had originally been breakfast dishes Milim made to eat with people close to Lingling.

But for some reason, the dishes gradually spread and appeared in cafeterias throughout Many Countries. Naturally, they became unique foods of Many Countries.

"Good morning, Milim." Lingling took a sip of tofu soup and asked as if casually, "Did you have fun yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" Milim thought for a moment, and finally rebooted her brain in the early morning. "Yesterday was pretty interesting. That guy Roger turned into a Black man with an Afro."

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" Once her brain had rebooted, Milim instantly perked up. She began talking with Lingling about what she had done yesterday, mercilessly mocking him all the while.

"I see." Lingling twitched at the corner of her mouth. She had hoped Milim could become friends with Roger. With Milim's incredible affinity, it was easy for her to befriend those proud powerhouses, but things had turned out like this.

Would Roger hold a grudge against Milim? Probably not, right? After all, Roger was a strong man.

With a sigh, Lingling ultimately decided to find Roger later and apologize to him. As she always said, Many Countries was a nation, not pirates—it could not be so free and unrestrained.

Then she turned her gaze toward Milim, who was happily eating breakfast. Seeing her so carefree, Lingling's lips still curled into a smile.

These fulfilling days were truly wonderful!

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Having just finished breakfast, Lingling easily found Roger and his crew, who were also eating breakfast. After all, it was quite lively over there.

At that moment, Roger had one hand gripping Rayleigh's hand as he shouted angrily, "Damn it, Rayleigh! Who told you to add so much chili powder? How am I supposed to eat hot dry noodles now?"

Rayleigh, sporting sausage lips, cursed back just as angrily, "You've got some nerve saying that. Perfectly good spicy pepper soup has turned into chili soup."

Roger said with little confidence, "Wasn't it because you like chili peppers? Besides, I didn't do it on purpose. I was only looking out for my crew."

"Go die, you bastard captain!"

"I said I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!" The surrounding crew members also egged them on, while the citizens of Many Countries gathered around, happily watching the spectacle.

Suddenly, the chatter among the citizens fell silent. The obvious abnormality made Roger and Rayleigh look up, only to discover that Lingling was standing before them at some point.

Roger and Rayleigh immediately separated and began straightening their disheveled clothes and hair.

Lingling smiled. "Don't mind me. You can continue."

That only made the already awkward pair even more embarrassed.

Roger spoke first. "Rayleigh, stop disgracing the Roger Pirates."

Rayleigh snorted. "The Roger Pirates' reputation has already been completely ruined by you, you bastard captain."

"You still want to fight?"

"Come on, then! Who's afraid of who?"

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, even Lingling's good temper could not endure it any longer. She immediately let out a roar.

"Both of you, stop!" The voice shook everyone into covering their ears, and even Roger felt his head buzzing.

Afterward, everyone present fell silent and sat obediently in their seats, waiting for another serving of food to be brought out.

"I'm terribly sorry. I raised my voice a little just now." Lingling still wore a practiced smile on her face.

"It's fine. We were being too noisy." Rayleigh and Roger had their arms around each other's shoulders, looking like the best of brothers.

Yet their eyes both held caution. They knew that, as Milim's younger sister, Charlotte Lingling could not possibly be weak.

But the aura she had leaked just now was anything but ordinary. It definitely carried a trace of Conqueror's Haki.

The smile on Lingling's face grew a little more sincere. "I'm terribly sorry. My sister may have done some unpleasant things to you yesterday. As her younger sister, I apologize to you on Milim's behalf."

Roger paused. He clearly had not cared about what happened yesterday, but Lingling's apology still made him feel at ease.

"It's all right. Kids just like to play around."

"But!" Looking at Lingling's towering figure and mature temperament, Roger recalled the small figure and childish personality in his mind.

Unable to hold back any longer, he asked, "By the way, are you really Milim's younger sister? You feel more like the older sister!"

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