Upon entering the kitchen, Guangyou opened the refrigerator and took a look.

There's still a lot of food left in the fridge, but most of it is for dinner. We can make some vegetable salads, though.

Meat is out of the question; it's too much trouble to prepare.

Finally, Kwang-woo's gaze lingered on a corner of the refrigerator.

"Udon noodles, please."

A few days ago, when he went out to buy groceries, he also bought some udon noodles, which came in handy now.

Thinking of udon noodles, Kwang-yu couldn't help but smile.

Many Japanese dishes today are derived from Chinese cuisine, and udon noodles are no exception.

If he remembers correctly, udon noodles originated from the noodles of the Minnan region of China.

After a moment of reflection, Guangyou took out the udon noodles from the refrigerator, along with some other ingredients, and turned to the sink to wash them.

If he had time, he might make a pot of broth and use it with beef to make a classic Japanese udon noodle dish.

However, there isn't that much time now.

Keep everything simple.

"Ai, you can read a novel for a while." After washing the ingredients, Kōyū noticed a gaze on him.

It's obvious without even thinking that the owner of that gaze is Ai.

"I'll call you when it's ready."

"Hmm." Ai looked at Kōyū's busy figure in the kitchen and listened to the tune he was humming. She felt a little warm and cozy about the scene.

She had just woken up in the morning when she saw the person she liked preparing breakfast for her in the kitchen.

"Guangyou..."

"Um?"

Hearing Ai call his name, Kōyū stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Ai standing at the door.

He saw her looking at him with a smile on her face.

"It's nothing." Ai hesitated for a second, then shook her head and said, "I'll go read a novel for a while."

"Okay, go ahead." Guangyou didn't ask any further questions, smiled, and turned back to continue cooking the noodles. "I'll call you when it's done."

A few seconds later, Guangyou felt someone tap his shoulder a few times with their finger. Even without turning around, he knew who it was.

"This girl..."

After shaking his head with a smile, Kōyū stopped what he was doing, turned around, and asked Ai behind him.

"What's wrong? Is it...?"

Before he could finish asking, Guangyou felt a warm breath on his face, followed by a soft, moist sensation on his right cheek.

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