Perfect. Let's head out and deliver it to Yoimiya's dad.
The old uncle looked at the moon in the sky.
Hmm... never mind. It's too late to disturb them now—better wait until tomorrow?
The old uncle pulled the blanket tighter around himself. When you're in the zone while crafting something—with inspiration flowing and everything orderly—it's really hard to stop sometimes.
After all, getting into that state is the hardest part. Once you're in it, things become unstoppable.
But crafting an adeptus mechanism is still very mentally taxing. The old uncle didn't lie in bed for long before he passed out cold asleep.
Then there's one more thing.
The inn where the old uncle and little Eula were staying had been arranged through the Adventurers' Guild.
The person providing the lodging was an old grandmother who liked living in the suburbs.
Due to the usual old-fashioned rules about separation between men and women, the old uncle and little Eula still slept in two separate rooms.
Kirara in her cat form was taken to sleep with little Eula.
The old uncle didn't have anything to say about it.
When Kirara gains the ability to transform, Amber's list of love rivals will probably grow by one again.
Damn it—I'm clearly the one who descended into this world, so why does it feel like little Eula is the one building a harem?
The next day, the old uncle began his daily routine.
After finishing his morning wash-up, he always had to drink a cup of warm water—never cold.
Then he would practice two sets of the old-man wellness Tai Chi that he learned from old man Zhongli.
Meanwhile, little Eula would start her Lawrence family morning lessons, something similar to a ritual dance. It was very beautiful to watch, though the old uncle felt that dancing on an empty stomach was a bit... an activity that demanded too much flexibility and was a little too intense for the stomach?
But little Eula said that for her, the exercise intensity was actually very light and quite relaxing.
After energizing their spirits, they would share another cup of warm water together.
Little Eula didn't originally have this habit, but since the old uncle did it every day, she started copying him every day too.
Don't ask why they didn't drink hot water—scalding hot water is still best avoided; it hurts the throat.
Drinking slightly warm water is actually just fine.
Then came the part where the two of them worked together to prepare today's breakfast.
The old uncle would cook the porridge, while little Eula handled the ingredients.
All one could say was that, under the Lawrence family's guidance in the kitchen, the old uncle's cooking skills had truly advanced by leaps and bounds—at the very least, he no longer accidentally overcooked ingredients.
"Old uncle, for the porridge, cook it a bit longer."
Little Eula actually had very strict, meticulous requirements for many foods.
But when it came to porridge, little Eula always chose something less than perfect.
Overly thick porridge—the kind the old uncle cooked on the snowy mountain—would be considered truly awful by Lawrence standards.
But now, little Eula liked to firmly remember that thick texture.
And with the premise of overcooking the porridge, she would think of ways to make it taste even better?
The old uncle didn't stop little Eula when she pondered such questions.
Though he himself was like a wild boar when it came to food—his ability to appreciate fine details was average. Back in school, when everyone complained that the cafeteria food was terrible, he could still wolf down three big bowls.
But when he encountered something delicious, the old uncle would eat a lot too!
So before eating, he always had to decide exactly how much would make him full.
Set a portion, and once finished, absolutely no more eating.
Because it takes 15 minutes for food to reach the stomach.
If you eat quickly, your stomach might trick you into thinking you're still not full.
So, if after finishing a meal you still really want to eat more, it's best to tough it out for 15 minutes first. After 15 minutes, you'll know whether you're actually hungry or not.
At this moment, after little Eula finished serving her porridge, the old uncle would scoop the remaining porridge into his own bowl.
This had become a very tacit habit between them.
Once you've served yours, whatever's left is for me, the old uncle, to finish without wasting any.
This was the leisurely breakfast time belonging to Cid the old uncle and little Eula.
Though now there was one more addition—Kirara the cat. After the old uncle served his porridge, he still had to scoop some from his own bowl to share with this cat who ate anything and was very easy to feed.