Chapter 82 The Spring Lake

• [~❤️CORAL❤️~]
• Breakfast was finally done and I could breathe again. To say it was overwhelming is an understatement of the century but it was also the most perfect breakfast I've ever had in a long while and not because it was prepared by me.
• But because they loved what I made, and they never failed to bring up how much they did every few moments, eating it with so much delight on their faces—every single bite of it—that not even crumbs were left. It was… satisfying to see.