July 26. Morning.
Emily's happy voice awakened Richard.
"Father, it's time to get up and have breakfast. There's very, very fragrant toast today."
He got out of bed, put on his clothes, and opened the door. He saw a little centaur with crescent-shaped eyes and a delicate breakfast tray in her hands.
Richard's mood brightened up when he saw that innocent smile.
He reached out to hold the other party's delicate face and ruthlessly pinched it a few times. In the end, he looked at the little centaur as she turned her head away angrily and didn't want to talk to him and laughed.
"Emily, I'll take you to the desert after breakfast."
The little centaur's anger immediately subsided, and its eyes lit up as it looked at him in surprise.
"Really?"
"Of course."
