Qingran opened the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk while eyeing Lingquan, who sat expectantly by the counter, tail flicking. "You really are just a cat, huh?"
[Excuse you. I'm an advanced system with a wealth of knowledge and—]
She poured the milk into a small dish and placed it in front of him.
Lingquan instantly shut up and started lapping it up.
"That's what I thought."
Leaving him to his drink, she leaned against the counter, sipping on a protein shake. Her eyes drifted to the kitchen clock. If Haoyu was out on his morning workout, he'd be back soon.
Now that she thought about it again, Haoyu had a survival guide system, so he wouldn't need her training plan, he's got his system to draft one out for him.
She would curate one for the people without systems on her list.
As opened the fridge, she would just make congee today, Haoyu could have that as well when he returned.
