Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 470 83. Christmas Promise
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This was Carl's response to the emoticon Haruko sent him early in the morning.

He had just gotten up and was about to cook breakfast while waiting for Wilton Holt to give the date of Lucius Lane's press conference when he received Haruko's message.

Check the time.

Seven fifty-five.

Carl: Up so early?

Haruko: Maki stayed at my place yesterday, and she left in the morning, so I got up too.

Carl: Sounds good. Have you had breakfast?

Haruko: Chiyo is making arrangements.

Carl: I'm just about to make breakfast. I'll take a picture for you later.

Haruko: Is it delicious?

Carl: In terms of taste, street food is definitely better, after all, it uses real ingredients. But it definitely can't compare to the breakfast you eat.

Haruko: I want to eat.

Carl: Then when I come to play with you next time, I'll lend you the kitchen and make something for you.

While chatting with Haruko on the phone, Carl heated up the oil in the frying pan in front of him.

While replying with the phone in his left hand, Carl picked up the eggs that had been prepared in advance from the side with his right hand, beat the eggs with one hand, and cracked an egg into each of the four corners of the pan.

"Bah."

Amid the sizzling sound made by the contact between the hot oil and the egg liquid, the high-temperature egg liquid quickly took shape. Thanks to Carl's steady hands, the egg whites that were beaten to the four corners interacted with each other, but the egg yolk was not damaged at all.

Throwing the eggshell of the last egg he cracked into the kitchen waste bag, Carl held the handle of the frying pan with his right hand and began to slide the egg slightly in the hot oil to ensure that the four eggs would completely cover the entire bottom of the pan.

After noticing that the yolk in the middle of the egg showed signs of solidification, Carl put down the pan and took out four plates and placed them next to it.

Take out a long-handled pointed spoon, and divide the eggs in the round pan into four parts evenly according to the position of the yolks, one vertically and one horizontally. Then pinch the back handle of the spoon, insert the tip of the spoon under one of the eggs, pry it gently, and let the egg slide onto the spoon.

Keeping steady, Carl kept the egg fixed on the spoon using only the handle, and then transferred it to an empty plate next to it, repeating this three times.

'T-BUG stayed up late again yesterday, so four servings will be enough for breakfast today.'

Thinking of this, Carl was trying to reply to Haruko while keeping an eye on the oil in the pot.

There is still some left, which is perfect for frying bacon and sausages.

Today's breakfast, as usual, is bacon, sausage, poached eggs, bread and milk, another standard Western breakfast.

The reason for eating it every day is simply because this breakfast is easy to make and nutritious enough. If you are lacking in vitamins, just replace the milk with orange juice. Anyway, there is no need to supplement nutrition for breakfast. It is really convenient to do so. For Carl, who gets up early and always makes breakfast for everyone, it really can't be easier.

In fact, Carl would rather eat classic Chinese breakfast such as fried dough sticks, soy milk and steamed dumplings, but the work of kneading flour and grinding beans is too troublesome, so Carl would rather cook a pot of porridge.

"Hey, Carl, you got up the earliest today."

While he was busy, Carl heard Oliver's voice on the second floor. He turned his head and found that Oliver, who was rubbing his face and looking sleepy, was greeting him.

"Come down and help, bring the food to the table, and wake up V and Jack and the others, so they can eat while it's hot, and wash the pots and dishes after they're done."

"Okay, okay, I'll get busy now." Oliver was used to Carl's nature of ordering people to be lazy whenever he saw an opportunity to be lazy. He didn't feel that he had lost out on having a breakfast. He yawned and went to knock on the door first. If he wanted to work, he had to get his brothers to work together. It would be too hard for him to do it alone.

After V and Jack were woken up yawning, the efficiency of making breakfast was significantly improved, and the four people who woke up after a while sat at the dining table.

"Where's T-BUG?"

V looked around and saw that T-BUG hadn't gotten up yet: "Should we go call her?"

"You go if you want to go. T-BUG stayed up late again yesterday. She might be catching up on some sleep. If she was woken up in her deep sleep, I think she would be furious."

Oliver waved his hand while chewing a poached egg. Last time, he disturbed T-BUG and she dug out his childhood photos and played them on TV. He didn't want to offend T-BUG again.

"That's it."

V also thought of what happened to Oliver last time, and chose not to disturb his companion's quality sleep. However, he used the efficient eating method he inherited from his wandering days to eat bacon, sausage and poached eggs between bread. He noticed Carl, who was playing with his phone while eating, and asked casually:
"Chatting with someone?"

"Ah."

After replying, Carl glanced at V and noticed his classic sandwich. He pushed his plate in front of V without hesitation: "Give me one too. I have no space."

"Can't you do it with one hand?"

After complaining, V still started to work. While helping Carl, he heard his reply: "I think yours tastes better, V."

"You have the chef's soul. They are the same thing, how can they be different? I have seen many Mewtwo stories about cooking sages. Don't tell me that I have some ingenuity that makes the food I pick up taste good."

"Maybe it's something my friends made. It's always better, right?"

Carl said, looking at the message on his phone. He and Haruko were talking about this at the moment.

Haruko: Maki made me some small cakes yesterday, and they were really delicious. So, Christmas is coming in a few days, Carl, are you looking forward to the Christmas cake?
Carl: Did Maki make it? I want to eat it too. If it's Christmas cake.
Carl thought of the Christmas cake that Mrs. Wells ordered last year.
Carl: It’s okay actually. Although I don’t really care about Christmas, it happens once a year after all, and I still like to eat there.

Haruko: Then do you want to eat the Christmas cake I made?

Do you want to eat the Christmas cake made by Haruko?

Can Haruko cook? It can’t be the same as her skill of making tea, right?

Carl: Dark cuisine?
Haruko: I learn very quickly.

Do not deny.

Carl narrowed his eyes slightly and calculated the time. There was still some time before Christmas. If Haruko started practicing from now on, then it was expected that as long as Chiyo suffered a little bit of torture every day, he would be able to get a good piece of cake by Christmas.

Carl: I want to eat.

Haruko: Okay then, we will celebrate Christmas together.

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I think I just said I wanted to eat it. Didn’t you bring me the cake? Do I still want to come over to eat it?

Carl was very hesitant, thinking about the dinner that Mrs. Wells would definitely host at Christmas.

Carl had always been very respectful to Mrs. Wells, who treated them like her own children, but he had to tell her that he would not be coming to Christmas dinner.
It feels like a child telling his parents that he won’t be coming home for New Year’s dinner. He just can’t say it.

Carl hesitated and sent the message.

Carl: Haruko, do you want to come to the Wild Wolf Bar to celebrate Christmas with us?
(End of this chapter)