It was already noon.
Yawning, Emily Carter finally made his way downstairs, rubbing his stomach. “Amelia, did you make lunch?”
Amelia Johnson rolled her eyes. “Weren’t you just doubting my cooking skills yesterday? Now you’re already back for more?”
“Hehe, don’t be like that, Amelia,” Emily said with a cheeky grin as he moved closer. “If you don’t feed your little Carter soon, he might just starve to death!”
“…It’s already done and still warm. Go eat before it gets cold,” Amelia said, reaching out to mess up his already messy bedhead even more.
“I knew you were the best!” Emily beamed and rushed off to eat.
While watching TV, Amelia caught a commercial for mooncakes and suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival was right around the corner.
She immediately thought a
