"Do you have any birthday gifts you want?" Reiko Onodera asked with a smile.
Chiba Shimizu shook his head, "No, celebrating it the usual way is fine."
"How can that be? A birthday must be celebrated like a birthday!" Mrs. Onodera's attitude was very firm.
Chiba Shimizu didn't say anything further.
The group returned to the villa and it was only during dinner that Haruka Yuzan and Misaki Saki came home from outside.
Arisugawa Hoshina glanced at the little delinquent girl who quietly gestured an 'OK' sign to her, everything was ready!
Today's dinner was still very lavish. Now that Haruka Yuzan had basically achieved financial freedom, she no longer deliberately scrimped and saved.
"Ah, sometimes I really miss the days when Fatty Cat and I used to gnaw on ramen daily." Haruka Yuzan remarked sentimentally at the dinner table.
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Upon hearing this, the Fatty Cat at the corner of the table immediately meowed. It didn't miss those days at all.
"You Fatty Cat, you make it sound like I abused you before." Haruka Yuzan lightly kicked its plump rear with her foot.
"You're almost heavier than Misaki now, and yet you say I abused you."
"Meow meow meow meow meow meow!" Roast Meat continued meowing, winding its short legs and running towards Misaki Saki.
It spoke for quite a long time, and Haruka Yuzan couldn't comprehend in the moment, thus it was time for the great translator Misaki to take the stage.
The esteemed teacher, proficient in "Roast Meat language," puffed up her rather barren chest and translated haughtily:
"Roast Meat says 'This noble meow's physique is plump, a beauty in the cat world, what's wrong with eating a bit more? What's wrong?!"
Seemingly Misaki Saki had translated correctly; Roast Meat meowed twice in agreement, its dark bean-like eyes gleaming with a hint of sheer stupidity.
"Forget it, you're almost forty pounds now, yet still the beauty queen of the meow world." Haruka Yuzan didn't hide her disdain for the fat cat.
Instantly, Roast Meat's confidence was severely shattered; the whole cat deflated, crestfallen...
"Come on, Roast Meat, don't listen to that jerk, your chubby appearance is what makes you cute!" Misaki Saki reached out and pinched the fat cat's dumpling-like face.
After stuffing Roast Meat with a piece of small dried fish, the plump cat joyfully waddled into a corner.
The dinner was completed amidst laughter and chatter.
Haruka Yuzan slumped on the couch, watching the bustling crowd in the living room, feeling a special kind of sentiment: "Look, all these are the territories I have conquered!"
For the villa that was empty six months ago, this hustle and bustle now felt more comforting...
Mrs. Onodera and Aunt Autumn went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes, while Misaki Saki took Rika Onodera these two simple-minded girls to mop the floor.
Each girl held a cloth, high buttocks up as if they were playing.
Their little cherry mouths made continuous "woo woo woo" sounds like a little train.
Chiba Shimizu sat on the other end of the couch, she was calculating the food issues for the café, and planning to open a second branch when school resumed.
Arisugawa Hoshina had already gone upstairs earlier; now the little delinquent girl video called her mother and sister daily.
Everyone had their own things to do.
Haruka Yuzan lay on the couch, stroking the cat while dozing off: "Life is really wonderful, I hope this is not a dream..."
The second floor of the villa.
The light was still on in the girl's room, where Chiba Shimizu sat at the wooden desk, writing her journal.
Life had been stable recently, yet she still maintained the habit of writing a diary.
Just then, someone knocked on her door.
Next, the gentle voice rang at the doorway, "Shimizu, are you asleep? May I come in?" It was Reiko Onodera.
Hearing this, Chiba Shimizu closed her journal, stood up, and opened the door for Mrs. Onodera, "Sister Reiko, what's the matter?"
"It's about the café, I have some things I'd like to consult with you," Reiko Onodera reached up to smooth a strand of hair that had fallen next to her ear.
Her voice always carried a deceptive qualm.
However, the girl didn't notice, and just felt embarrassed that Mrs. Onodera was bothering her so late at night; she nodded gently, "Sure, come in, I'm not planning on sleeping yet..."
Reiko Onodera, likewise, breathed a sigh of relief.
As Mrs. Onodera stepped into the room, at the end of the hallway, the bedroom door cracked open slightly and a tiny head peeked out mischievously.
The sneaky grin was vividly displayed on her delicate doll-like face.
"Hey, could you not laugh so slyly? It makes us sound like villians," Haruka Yuzan tapped on her little head.