Gauss got up a little earlier on purpose and prepared breakfast for everyone in the kitchen.
Breakfast was still the usual.
The main dish was a large pot of oatmeal porridge, with dried fruits, diced meat, and some vegetables mixed in, cooked to a very thick consistency.
Boiled eggs and grilled bacon.
A pot of boiled, invigorating black tea.
A basket full of white bread, accompanied by the special wild berry jam made by Aaliyah.
It wasn't particularly lavish, but it was sufficient, filling, and clean and hygienic.
As he carried each serving of food to the table in the dining room on the first floor, the others woke up one after another, drawn by the aroma.
Aaliyah, still half-asleep, instinctively walked towards the dining table, reaching out for an egg.
Gauss, who was wearing a scarf, clapped his hands and pointed to a corner of the living room.
"Go wash up first."
"Oh."
