There was a reason Chu Mu and Herta understood each other so well.
After all, during their confinement under Number One, there had been a monitoring room right next door. The less they said, the better.
They couldn't keep whispering into each other's ears all the time. That would have been far too inconvenient.
Herta learned quickly and was sharp as a tack. Once they had gone over a gesture, she hardly ever needed a reminder.
When they washed up in the morning, Chu Mu held out his hand, and Herta naturally handed him a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed onto it.
After Chu Mu finished brushing and set down his rinsing cup, Herta handed him a damp towel she had just wrung out.
Silver Wolf: "???"
Did that make any sense?
Deeply concerned, she went to Kafka and complained:
"Someone's stolen your job. How do you feel about that? Kafka, you're actually smiling?"
"Am I smiling?" Kafka asked cheerfully. "But I honestly think it's great. They say marrying a woman three years older is like striking gold. She really does know how to look after someone."
Stelle nodded in agreement beside her:
"She really is pretty good."
"He's struck a whole gold vault," Silver Wolf muttered. "Besides, it looks like a grandma taking care of her grandson. I don't find it funny."
She gritted her teeth and said:
"When we get back, I'm developing Faf 3.0. This time, I'll add toothpaste-squeezing and towel-wringing functions. I'll use artificial intelligence to put outdated labor out of business for good!"
The tug-of-war between Silver Wolf and Herta had only just begun!
After breakfast, the convoy officially entered the Southern Region.
The scenery was completely different from that of the Northern Region.
Even though it was already early winter, the temperature here