On the wooden table, two lunch boxes were opened.
The breakfast that Airola prepared for Char today was an egg burrito with winter melon and pork ribs soup.
Naturally, there were no such special dishes in the Western Continent originally, but Airola knew that Char liked to eat them, so she specially learned to cook these unique dishes of Char's hometown.
Although she still doesn't know where the so-called hometown dishes that Char mentioned originated from.
“How does it taste?”
Airola herself did not pick up her chopsticks, but sat at the table, watching Char take a big bite of the omelette.
"I know you don't like cucumbers, so I replaced the cucumber shreds in the burrito with lettuce, and also changed the seasoning to your preferred salty flavor."
"My friend, I like this strong taste. The perfect little magic chef!"
While eating, Char gave a thumbs up and said, "Please make miso soup for me every morning from now on."
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The blonde girl tilted her head, her light blonde hair falling on the edge of the table.
Having followed Char for so long, she had already gotten used to the fact that Char would occasionally say some inappropriate words, and she could even follow most of the jokes.
For example, she could also understand the underlying meaning of Char's words, which was actually just another way of saying "Please marry me."
She blinked her beautiful sky-blue eyes and nodded: "Okay."
Didn't he run away with a red face?
It seems that everything that happened last night really made this girl grow up.
Now it was Char's turn to feel a little uncomfortable.
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