Clara Knox ate her fill in one go, while Edward Harper cleaned up the table, packing all the empty boxes into a bag before asking as they were about to leave,
"What should we have for dinner?"
Clara Knox gave a bitter smile,
"Do we still need to eat dinner?"
It wasn't even dinner time yet, and she had been fed a meal comparable to those seen on mukbang channels. If she could eat more dinner after this, she might as well start her own mukbang channel.
Edward Harper slightly raised his eyebrows,
"Then let's just cook some porridge and stir-fry some light dishes."
The big one is full, but the two little cubs still need to eat; he, as their caretaker, can't be lazy.
Clara felt much better after his antics, she slipped into her slippers, stepped down, and opened the balcony window. A breeze began to pick up in the evening, carrying the lush scent of roses into the room.
She looked outside and saw a sea of white roses.