After a good night's sleep, when Tan Huairong woke up, Song Yu was already up.

In the kitchen of the apartment, wearing a Pikachu apron, he was busy handling ingredients.

"Wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon." Song Yu stirred the pot, looking quite skilled at it.

Tan Huairong had seen Song Yu's ability to set fire to the kitchen, so even though she looked impressive, he still remained suspicious.

Sure enough, after taking two deep breaths, I could smell ...