"Is Betty okay?" Lafra asked worriedly, glancing upstairs. Betty was still in the bathroom, and according to Elena, Betty planned to stay there overnight.
"She should be...okay," Chen Ze kept his expression under control, trying not to show any irregularity, and then slowly swallowed the unidentified object in his mouth.
In fact, the fried eggs Lafra made were even more unpalatable than Chen Ze had imagined. He profoundly experienced what could be described as a dish that nearly sent him to heaven; with every bite, Chen Ze felt like he could see a virtual figure waving at him from the other side of a bridge.
"Come on~ come play~" Chen Ze always felt that's what the figure was saying.
Chen Ze, facing Lafra's expectant gaze, silently picked up the rest of the charred object and put it into his mouth.
