The winter day was bright, and clear morning light filled the room.
A single expanse of light-gray marble countertop, spotless and orderly stovetops and kitchenware, a full set of specially customized high-end cabinets, with an oven, microwave, and dishwasher seamlessly built into them.
The cabinet doors closed in perfectly flush alignment, their matte lacquered surfaces exuding a sense of refined quality.
Standing in the Magical Boys' kitchen, whose value for money was a complete mystery, Gou Yu opened the door of The Cabin's huge refrigerator.
Looking at the dazzling assortment of ingredients inside and wondering what to make for breakfast, he considered that the girls had not gotten up yet—and that there was no sign of a certain snack-stealing Meow Ball today.
In the end, he took out a cake base and smiled at this surviving result.
He found a plate, carefully cut the cake base into small pieces, then took out strawberries, chocolate sauce, a spreading knife, and a glass jar from the cabinet. The crisp sounds of the knife against the bottle's mouth were peaceful and lovely amid Gou Yu's calm expression and the morning sunlight in the high-end kitchen.
After spreading on the jam, he carried the cake out of the kitchen, thinking he would let Fang Ran have something to fill his stomach first.
Then he saw the two of them, who had started wrestling again less than two minutes after he had left.
"Damn it! Bro, that rotten mouth of yours all day long... I-I'll bite you to death!"
"Fuck! Little bro, are you a dog!? A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands—not uses his hands, not his mouth!"
Gou Yu remained expressionless.
At that moment, Fang Ran opened his bloody maw to bite Meng Lang, while Meng Lang desperately held his face back