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"Jack, wake up!"
The familiar voice roused the chubby boy from his dreams. He wiped the drool from his mouth, not knowing what he had dreamed about.
"Ugh, it's always..." Jack let out a soft sigh, lying on the bed for another two minutes until another urgent call came from downstairs.
Only then did he sit up, haphazardly put on his clothes, and went to the bathroom next door to wash up.
After freshening up, Jack went downstairs with his backpack slung over his shoulder, habitually glancing toward the kitchen, where his mom was most likely frying pancakes.
Jack once protested, hoping for a change in the breakfast routine, but his mom just smiled, and the next day... it was still pancakes.
But today was different. A tall, handsome young man was bustling in the kitchen while his mom sat by the dining table watching, grumbling, "When did you learn to cook? Did you often cook for that woman when you were living outside?"
