They finished washing up, and playfully made their way to the kitchen.

"What's all this?" Merka opened the fridge and found bitter gourds, almonds, lotus seeds, and nothing normal for a person to eat.

Not to mention vegetables, they didn't even have a staple food.

"Have you not been eating bread or rice these past few days?"

Turing smiled embarrassedly, with a hint of awkwardness in his expression.

"Well, I've actually hardly eaten anything these past few days."

"It seems like I don't need to eat anymore."

Merka froze for a moment, then realized something and smiled in relief.

He wasn't dating a human being.

Merka thought to himself.

A sense of absurdity and strangeness, as if detached from his body for a long time, slowly arrived in Merka's body.

Indeed, it might be a bit shocking.

Merka understood. But since they were already on this ship, they couldn't expect a normal romantic relationship anymore. Whatever it was, as long as it was related to Turing, Merka had to accept it.

If things progressed normally, they would definitely get married in the future.

Marriage...?

Right, can Turing reproduce...?

Merka shook his head, temporarily putting aside these weird thoughts.

"You can't go without eating anything."

"Let's eat something, I'll make it for you."

Merka inspected the mess in the fridge. Most of it was things Turing enjoyed eating during his free time, either very bitter or very spicy, things that would be painful for ordinary people.

"My taste... is a bit strange, right?"

Turing cautiously asked Merka.

"It's fine, it's not that strange."

Merka kept his cool while looking for ingredients that might be useful, silently cursing Oedipus thousands of times.

Damn Oedipus, making Turing like this.

Absentmindedly, Merka's hand instinctively reached for a bunch of mangosteens and unintentionally plucked one.

It seems there are still some fruits in the fridge.

Looking at the mangosteen in his hand, Merka then glanced at the little Turing who was eagerly waiting beside him.

"What... what are you doing?"

Turing's eyes focused on Merka as he suddenly turned his head, feeling a certain degree of sympathy in his gem-like eyes.

"Do you also like sweet things?"

Merka pointed at the fruits in the fridge and asked.

Merka tilted his head and looked at Turing's pouting mouth, feeling both helpless and immensely adorable.

"Of course, I like everything."

"Bitter things are liked by the tongue... sweet things, well... are liked by the heart."

Merka's pupils slightly contracted, his face reddened. He didn't know if Turing intentionally spoke like that.

Bitter referred to Oedipus, so wouldn't sweet refer to himself?

If it's true, then you're really good at flirting. Can emotional intelligence improve so much in just a few days? But looking at Turing's innocent and inexperienced face, Merka suddenly realized that she might have been overthinking.

"Well, there's really nothing much left."

"Gather these softer fruits together, and I'll make a soup for you."

However, after searching the kitchen for a while, Merka couldn't even find the sugar needed for the soup - it's like a clever woman can't cook without rice.

"No... sugar?"

Merka opened the spice cabinet, only to find that not only sugar was missing - salt, pepper, salad dressing, rosemary, everything that should be there was gone.

"I really can't believe you, my little princess."

"You've been staying here for a week, why does it feel like you just moved in?"

Helplessly rubbing her forehead, Merka complained.

"Let's go shopping this afternoon, and buy some essential daily necessities."

"We don't have seasonings here, no oil, and most importantly, it seems like the only clothing you have is that one dress, without even spare ones for washing."

"This is really shivering."

Merka peeled and diced most of the fruits, turned on the gas stove, boiled water, and used crushed mangosteen as a substitute for sugar. Finally, she added lotus seeds to the pot.

After tidying up the chopped fruit peels, Merka took out some almonds from the refrigerator and silently started peeling them, planning to add some nut crumbs to the lotus seed soup when it's ready.

"You don't need to, really. I can manage no matter what."

Turing pouted, nervously intertwining two fingers.

Like a bashful flower, Turing, in the face of overwhelming happiness, seemed to have become somewhat restrained and unsure of herself.

Merka lightly furrowed her brows, put down the task at hand, and with a tender expression, she stooped down and gently caressed Turing's white shoulder, as white as milk.

"We're not in Erisburg anymore, you know."

"The past is all gone, okay?"

"Life has to be a little refined."

"Remember, Acadia people are the best at this."