One hour later.
Breakfast was ready.
Yolanda Bardot wasn't so picky. Having lain down a while, she was already dressed and had finished washing up.
The two of them sat in the sunny little dining room.
Having breakfast together.
Dilbert Walker coated a piece of golden-brown toast with sweet and tangy tomato ketchup and passed it to Yolanda. He reminded her with care, "Yolanda, eat slowly, it's still a bit hot."
Yolanda…
Yolanda Bardot felt somewhat excited; Dilbert seemed to be growing more affectionate.
She took a bite; it was crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. The taste was excellent, and she praised him, "This is really delicious."
"If you like it, I can prepare it for you every day." Dilbert's hallmark thin moustache curled into a grin, filled with doting affection.
"No, I want to make breakfast with you. It's not fair to make you do all the work." Yolanda Bardot met his gaze, her eyes gleaming brightly.
"…" Dilbert was suddenly moved.
