You've Been Buffed, Now Go Feed!

Nine o'clock in the morning, in one of the bedrooms inside Xiao Ling's villa.

Her biological clock woke Roccia from her deep sleep.

After struggling for a while on the bed, she finally got up. Her long, flowing blue hair cascaded onto the velvet comforter, and the morning sunlight made her fair skin appear even more radiant.

Roccia threw off the covers, got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up quickly, changed into a white T-shirt and denim shorts that she could wear both at home and outdoors, and then went downstairs in slippers.

Roccia went straight to the living room and found that there was no one else there.

"Looks like everyone was exhausted last night..." she murmured softly.

(Dania expressed her strong agreement.)

Roccia went straight to the kitchen, intending to cook a loving breakfast for everyone herself. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she saw Xiao Ling and Xiao Yue already busy at work.

Oh no, to be precise, only Xiao Ling was busy.

"Mom, if you're not going to help, can't you just wait patiently in the living room?" Xiao Ling's tone was quite helpless. "It's really annoying that you just watch me cook but don't want to lend a hand."

"My flight is at 11 o'clock, and it's already 9 o'clock. How can I not be anxious?" Xiao Yue rolled her eyes.

"It's only half an hour from here to the airport, you'll make it!"

"Speed is of the essence! You wouldn't want your dear mother to have a mental breakdown and start crying and making a scene because she missed her flight due to an unexpected event, would you?"

"Okay, stop messing with me, I'll hurry up, alright?"

"Alright, I'll lend a hand too." Roccia up her long, flowing hair and readily began to help. "This way, if we move faster, Miss Yue can catch her flight sooner."

"Xiao Luo? You're up already?" Xiao Yue asked when she saw Roccia coming to help.

"My biological clock woke me up, but don't worry, I slept very well and feel great," Roccia smiled.

"Principal, you're here! Perfect timing. I really can't manage all this by myself, please help me," Xiao Ling pleaded.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Hmm... Could you steam some buns and dumplings for me? The girls love them."

"Can."

Roccia immediately went to the refrigerator to look for the steamed buns and mantou that were kept fresh, and Xiao Ling took this opportunity to once again give his mother an order to leave.

"Mom, breakfast will be ready soon. Why don't you go wait outside?"

"Okay... okay... I was so stupid, really, knowing my son finds me annoying yet still getting in my way..." Xiao Yue said with a sorrowful expression.

"Damn it, Mom, stop this nonsense! Listen to me, go wait outside. Breakfast will be ready soon, it definitely won't make you late for your flight!"

After finally getting Xiao Yue, this formidable figure, back into the living room, Xiao Ling and Roccia began preparing breakfast in an orderly manner.

Although this was only the second time the two had cooked together in the kitchen, their understanding of each other had reached a point where they could respond precisely to each other's needs without needing to say a word.

To explain it in the current context, just as Xiao Ling figured out what dish he wanted to make, the next second Roccia could precisely hand over the corresponding prepared ingredients, giving off a sense of a harmonious and supportive relationship.

However, why did Roccia find Hajiling increasingly alluring the more she looked at him?

"Your skin," Roccia probed, "Looks much fairer than before, almost as fair as mine."

"Hmm?" Xiao Ling met Roccia's gaze and blinked twice. "Really? Maybe it's because I've been paying attention to skincare lately."

This is a lie. After spending a night in the Phoebe with Dania, Xiao Ling woke up the next day to find that his physique had undergone some kind of special change.

Specifically, the physical damage caused by excessive staying up late is completely repaired, and the person's physical condition is restored to its factory settings.

Not only that, he also found himself more energetic than before. He used to be exhausted even after sleeping eight hours a day, but now he can wake up feeling refreshed after just four hours of sleep.

However, Xiao Ling is currently unsure whether this is a one-sided benefit for him or a win-win situation for both parties; everything will have to wait until Dania wakes up to find out.

The moment Roccia and Xiao Ling's eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

If before it was just a seductive feeling, now it's to the point where you want to physically take them down on the spot.

Oh, that won't do, Roccia. Think about your teaching qualifications. You're a teacher; this is a taboo relationship.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm her restlessness, Roccia smiled and said, "Do you need me to give you some beauty tips? I'm quite knowledgeable about that."

"Keep it for my mom; she might like it."

As Roccia and Xiao Ling chatted idly, they served the freshly made breakfast to the table one dish at a time, as if the strange restlessness they had just experienced had never happened.

After breakfast, Roccia drove Xiao Ling and her son to the airport.

"Mom, aren't you going to stay a few more days?" Xiao Ling asked calmly from the back seat.

"No, no, I can't stand living in a big city. My hometown is more suitable for me," Xiao Yue said softly with a smile from the passenger seat.

"Sigh, alright," Xiao Ling said helplessly. "Principal, please pull over up ahead. I need to buy something."

Roccia turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side of the street. Xiao Ling opened the door, got out of the car, and went straight to the flower stall not far away.

"Xiao Luo, what do you think of Xiao Yu?" Xiao Yue asked Roccia with a smile.

"He's quite reliable, possessing a maturity and composure beyond his years," Roccia replied earnestly. "Miss Yue, you may not know this, but the adjective 'hot-blooded idiot' might be more fitting for boys this age."

"I'd rather my child be a hot-blooded idiot." Xiao Yue shook her head. "Speaking of which, Xiao Luo, how are your family members to you?"

"She loves me, but she doesn't love me either," Roccia sighed softly. "She never interferes with my life's path, yet she would never think to prepare a bottle of osmanthus honey for me herself."

"And the only gift she ever gave me was this camera, which I still carry with me." Roccia took out her camera and handed it to Xiao Yue for inspection.

"It has a very high-tech feel," Xiao Yue commented after examining it for a while.

"Want me to take a picture of you now? It'll be ready very quickly."

"No need for that, let's talk about it another time."

Xiao Yue gazed at Xiao Ling, who was furrowing her brows as she embroidered for her, and after a long while, she said softly, "My husband didn't leave me many things, but Xiao Yu is one of them. It's funny, really. When I first left my hometown and came here, I was full of ambition, but in the end, all I brought back home were scars and a bond of blood."

She watched as Xiao Ling picked up a carnation from the stall and ran over excitedly, seemingly recalling one of the few moments of warmth during those dark days.

"In short, I'm entrusting Xiao Yu to your care," Xiao Yue said. "You are his elder and his teacher, so I trust you with this."

Roccia listened to Xiao Yue's instructions, her expression suddenly became somewhat unnatural.

Of course, we should take good care of them, but as for how to do that...

"I will, Miss Yue, don't worry." She replied with a professional smile.

Well, I just hope my image as a reliable elder won't melt away like my teacher qualification exam results.