Do you want a rainforest climate or an oceanic climate?” “You…” Lilith was speechless for a moment.
She found that she couldn’t find anything to pick on.
The comfort of this “Golden Birdcage” far exceeded her imagination.
Seeing her slightly puffed cheeks and cute, choked-up expression, Herta finally couldn’t help but reach out and gently pinched her cheek.
The texture was as soft as she imagined.
“I’m hungry.” Lilith slapped her hand away and said sullenly.
This sentence with a hint of coquetry was like a key, instantly opening a strange switch in Herta as a “foster mother”.
She immediately stood up, pulled Lilith to sit on the sofa in the rest area, and opened her personal terminal.
What appeared on the light screen was not a restaurant menu, but a series of “Nutritional Element Ratio Reports for the Growth of Juvenile Intelligent Life Forms” full of technical terms.
Herta looked at those complex charts, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were studying a cosmic problem more complex than “The concept of The Hunt and Abundance hedging”.
‘Help!
I just want to eat something delicious, I don’t want to see you configure nutritional supplements for me!’ Lilith’s heart was wailing.
She looked at Herta’s serious expression of “I must design the most perfect nutritional meal in the universe for you,” and finally couldn’t help but speak.
“I want to eat cake.” She said softly.
“Cake?” Herta’s movements stopped.
Her brain was running at high speed.
Cake, a non-essential energy supplement composed of carbohydrates and high-concentration sugar.
Excessive intake will cause blood sugar to rise sharply, affecting thinking clarity, and long-term consumption may…
“I want cake.” Lilith saw that she was about to start “scientific analysis” again, and immediately increased her tone.
Her crimson pupils carried a touch of unquestionable stubbornness, “Strawberry, the kind with lots and lots of cream.” Herta looked at her and was silent for three full seconds.
In the end, the rationality of a genius scientist was completely defeated in the face of her “daughter’s” willful request.
She closed the complex nutrition report and directly connected to the logistics director of the Space Station, giving instructions in a cold and majestic tone.
“Within thirty minutes, I want to see the most delicious strawberry cream cake available in the entire universe appear in the top floor lounge.
Use the fastest route, regardless of cost.” The instruction was completed.
Herta turned off the communication, and the room fell into silence again.
She didn’t go to deal with her research, nor did she open any work interface.
She just sat quietly beside Lilith, like a silent and gorgeous statue, staring at her motionless with her deep purple pupils.
That look was no longer a simple observation, but carried a strong, almost melting sense of possession and marking.
Lilith felt uncomfortable all over.
‘Big shot, don’t look at me with the eyes you use to look at rare Aeon relics!
I’m under a lot of pressure!’ She cleared her throat and decided to take the initiative to break this suffocating silence.
She leaned on the soft sofa back, crossed her small legs, and spoke in a lazy and slightly provocative tone.
“What are you looking at?” Herta didn’t answer.
Lilith curled her lips, a flash of cunning in her crimson pupils.
“If you keep looking,” she dragged out her tone, like a kitten showing its claws, “I’ll eat you too.” ————————
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”