The next morning, Xu Yang opened his eyes to see Little Fool lying beside him, her hair long.
He intended to get up silently, but Little Fool, with her acute senses, darted up before he moved and spoke first.
"Daddy, I want to keep my hair," Little Fool said. "I can take care of it myself, I'll tie it up so it won't cover my eyes; I'll apply shampoo every day and wash it clean, so it won't look messy."
"Oh," Xu Yang thought that was fine, as long as she could manage it herself.
He got out of bed, and Little Fool diligently opened the curtains and then, as if afraid Xu Yang might change his mind, quickly used the remote to send cooking instructions to the automated kitchen.
The domestic eyeball robot prepared fragrant fried meat, scrambled eggs, fish steak, as well as juice and milk, serving the food on a tray.
"Where's Snowball?" Little Fool looked around.
"Little Fatty took him away, as arranged yesterday. But no worries, he'll come back soon," Xu Yang said while eating.
