Chapter 66: Dinner at Mrs. Peach Valley’s House

Although the titles were peculiar, they were still much more normal compared to those green ones like “The Good Guy.” It might look odd to have a title floating above your head in the game, but the powerful attribute bonuses made it irresistible.

Matching those bonuses, Spring Day personally felt, were only two items: the Diamond Strength Pill and the Eye of Allure. Unfortunately, for Spring Day, one had no way to obtain it, and the other was merely a vague quest concept without clear instructions.

It was a little frustrating.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open with a click, and a wave of heat rolled out. Miss Qingling emerged, drying her hair as she stepped into the room.

Seeing this, Spring Day shifted her feet back a bit, making space for Miss Qingling on the sofa.

Qingling Meirong sat down naturally, rubbing her half-damp hair with one hand, her eyes fixed on the nearby small television.

Fresh out of the bath, Qingling smelled sweet, her skin smooth and tender as silken tofu.

“Qingling, do you know when a guy becomes a beast?” Spring Day asked, looking calm and composed.

“Huh?” Qingling Meirong was baffled.

Before she could reply, she felt herself pulled by a sudden force.

“You!”

“The most beastly moment is when he won’t even let his girlfriend go while she’s drying her hair.”

…

“Excuse us, Mrs. Momotani.”

“Excuse us.”

This page ends.

As the evening sun spilled across the sky, red clouds scattered overhead, Spring Day and Qingling Meirong stood on the second floor of the apartment building, greeting Momotani Eri at her doorway after school.

“You’ve come, please come in. I’ve prepared all the ingredients; tonight we’ll have sukiyaki.”

Seeing her two young guests, Momotani Eri gave a charming smile and ushered them inside.

At the entrance, they took off their shoes. Spring Day glanced around, taking in the décor and layout. The difference with his own downstairs rental was worlds apart.

From the entryway, he could see the spacious living room. Unlike downstairs, where the floor was divided into three or four rooms for rent, the entire second floor was occupied by the Momotani family, making it much roomier.

The furnishings were another story. Downstairs was minimalist—everything functional, with a strong Japanese style. The Momotani home featured modern décor.

A soft gray sofa faced a black-and-white coffee table, laden with plates of fruit and nuts, looking abundant. The walls were wrapped in white foam panels, giving the place the feel of a refined, upscale apartment—bright and elegant.

Spring Day had his past life’s experience, and Qingling Meirong, a true lady, had seen everything.

She even wore a hint of disdain, though not too obvious. Momotani Eri thought these “siblings” must have quarreled again on the way over, sighed at the beauty of youth, and didn’t give it much thought.

“Have some nuts, you two. Dinner will be ready soon; I’ll call you when it’s done.” Momotani Eri smiled, offering the snacks to her guests.

“Thank you, it’s so kind of you,” Spring Day replied with a smile.

“Don’t be so formal. Treat this place as your own home, please make yourselves comfortable.” Momotani Eri was fond of the two “siblings”—both strikingly attractive.

Spring Day, the elder brother, was disciplined, hardworking, capable, and handsome.

His sister was a bit mischievous, but sensible. It was said one worked part-time when possible, while the other took care of meals and chores at home.

Comparing them to her own daughter, who was utterly lazy, she couldn’t help but feel her family luck was rather unfortunate.

This page ends.

Glancing at the tightly closed bedroom door, Momotani Eri sighed inwardly, exchanged a few words with the “siblings,” and then returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Watching her disappear, Spring Day whispered with a smile, “Didn’t you learn how to make sukiyaki recently? Why not show off a bit?”

Qingling Meirong shot him a glare and snorted haughtily—what level was this? Wanting her to cook for them? Dream on.

If Spring Day hadn’t already promised Momotani Eri, Miss Qingling wouldn’t have come at all.

Eating at someone else’s home always felt a bit odd. Her own small rental was cramped and narrow, and she had to cook herself, but she could truly feel happiness and fulfillment there.

But if she didn’t come, she’d be alone at home, bored, maybe not even in the mood to make dinner. After some thought, she agreed to join Spring Day and mooch a meal.

Spring Day was just teasing. If Qingling Meirong really cooked for others, he wouldn’t want her to.

Yet her rebellious streak hadn’t faded—from the greeting at the door to now, sitting on the sofa, her face hadn’t shown a genuine smile.

“Hmph! With my cooking skills, why should I show them off?” Qingling Meirong crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

Spring Day found it amusing and was about to tease her when—

“Click!” Suddenly, the long-closed bedroom door swung open. A girl around fifteen or sixteen stood at the threshold.

She was young, her skin flawless, a pair of black plastic-framed glasses perched on her fair nose. She wore only a loose white T-shirt with a big “Otaku” character emblazoned on it, the shirt so long it covered her hips, exposing only her round, straight legs.

Yawning, she rubbed her sleepy eyes as if just waking, then strode across the living room, grabbed a chilled cola from the fridge, scratched inside her oversized T-shirt, and returned to her room.

“Bang!” The bedroom door slammed shut.

She hadn’t glanced once at the two sitting on the sofa, treating them like air, ignoring them completely.

This page ends.