She lay on the roof tiles in deep thought, ultimately becoming hungry in the process. One could hear the series of sighs escaping her lips.
Triton: There is no use in sighing. They're the ones in the wrong to begin with and you only avenge your people—
Chunhua tilted her head innocently. "I was actually thinking about the breakfast tomorrow. That dumpling with chicken shreds marinated in sunny azalea sauce is so mouthwatering, soft, sweet, and juicy. A'ran asked me if I wanted roasted chicken soaked in sunny azalea or sweet and sour chicken fillet. I wanted to order both but he can't have me thinking I'm a pig and now, I'm having a hard time deciding."
Triton: "…"
He was speechless. She sighed so sadly as if she was in deep trouble and he thought she was worried about the Abysmal Race seeking vengeance but she was actually mulling about her breakfast!
"Where are you going, Grandpa?" Chunhua asked seeing Grandpa Trident jumped down.