The Spark Lens was stolen? But I am Ultraman Tiga!

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

A warm golden halo was applied to this minimalist-style apartment.

What woke Ye Xiaoguang was not the alarm clock, but a fragrance that entered his nostrils.

It was a mixture of the caramelized aroma of scallion oil and some indescribable umami flavor. For someone who had only eaten instant noodles the night before, it was practically a top-level biological weapon.

"It smells so good..."

Ye Xiaoguang groggily got out of bed, his hair a messy scrawl, and followed the scent to the living room with half-closed eyes.

In the open kitchen.

Jiang Feng was wearing a pink bear apron that seemed completely out of place with his personality, and he was holding a spatula in his hand.

The clay pot on the stove was bubbling and steaming.

The pan sizzled, its golden color looking incredibly tempting in the morning light.

"woke up?"

Jiang Feng didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, the pan-fried buns in the pan traced a perfect parabola in the air before landing steadily back in the pan, bottom side up, revealing their golden-brown and crispy outer skin.

"What are you making? It smells so good!"

Ye Xiaoguang swallowed hard, his morning grumpiness instantly vanishing.

She went closer to the stove, staring longingly at the pan-fried buns in the pot, and reached out to grab them.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Feng reacted quickly, gently tapping the back of her hand with his chopsticks.

"Go wash up and brush your teeth before you eat."

"Oh, just one bite!"

Ye Xiaoguang covered the back of his hand, muttering in dissatisfaction, but his eyes were fixed on the food. "I didn't expect you could do this. I thought you could only cook instant noodles."

"As a successful... cough, freelancer, mastering survival skills is essential."

Jiang Feng turned off the heat and gracefully placed the pan-fried buns one by one into a white porcelain plate.

Two more bowls of congee with preserved egg and lean pork were served, sprinkled with bright green scallions, and finally drizzled with a few drops of sesame oil.

He managed to make a simple breakfast look like it was presented in a Michelin-starred style.

Ye Xiaoguang washed up incredibly quickly, rushing back to the dining table in less than three minutes.

Looking at the delicious-looking breakfast spread across the table, she couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks and prepare to feast.

However, Jiang Feng slowly took off his apron and did not sit down immediately.

Instead, he put one hand in his pocket and raised the index finger of the other hand to the sky, striking an extremely chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur) pose.

He looked at the impatient Ye Xiaoguang and slowly said:

Grandma once said that the time spent enjoying delicious food is happy, but the time spent waiting for the food to come out of the oven is the happiest.

Ye Xiaoguang's hand, which was holding a pan-fried bun, froze in mid-air, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

She looked at Jiang Feng with an expression as if he were an idiot: "Your grandmother... is a philosopher?"

Besides, what does this have to do with me telling you not to eat? I want to eat now!

"He has no sense of romance."

Jiang Feng shrugged, pulled out a chair and sat down. "Eat up, try my cooking."

Ye Xiaoguang couldn't wait any longer, and without caring whether it was hot or not, he took a bite.

"Click."

The crispy crust cracked between her teeth, followed by a burst of hot, savory meat juices in her mouth, instantly conquering her taste buds.

Ye Xiaoguang's eyes widened instantly, and he exclaimed indistinctly:

"Mmm! So delicious! It's so good!"

She took another sip of porridge, and felt completely healed.

"Jiang Feng!"

Ye Xiaoguang suddenly looked up, his eyes sparkling as he stared at the man opposite him, as if he were looking at some rare treasure:

"I've made up my mind! I've thought through the third rule of the three rules we agreed on last night!"

Jiang Feng slowly sipped his porridge, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Oh? What is it?"

"From now on, you'll be in charge of all the meals at home!"

Ye Xiaoguang waved her chopsticks and announced domineeringly, "In exchange, I might consider giving you a raise!"

Jiang Feng chuckled softly, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, and his mood improved as well.

"make a deal."

I have a place to stay, and a roommate who is noisy but still quite lovely.

This start doesn't seem too bad.

After breakfast, Ye Xiaoguang, who was still enjoying the delicious food, glanced at his phone screen.

In an instant, it transformed from a lazy kitten into a ruffled rabbit.

"Wow! It's 7:30! I'm going to be late for 8 AM!"

She screamed and sprang up from the chair, rushing back to her room to change her clothes.

He was still mumbling incoherently:

"Jiang Feng! You're responsible for cleaning up the dishes! This is an additional clause to the third agreement!"

Jiang Feng slowly finished the last mouthful of porridge, then shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, go ahead."

Less than two minutes later, Ye Xiaoguang rushed out with his schoolbag on his back, hopping on one foot to put on his shoes while taking out a bunch of keys from his bag.

It traced an arc in the air and was thrown to Jiang Feng.

"Here you go! This is the spare key to the house, don't lose it!"

Jiang Feng raised his hand and caught it steadily, the coolness of the metal spreading in his palm.

"besides!"

Ye Xiaoguang pushed open the door, then, as if remembering something, turned back and solemnly instructed:

"Although you look quite different from the wanted poster now, you should still keep a low profile when you go out!"

Don't expect me to bail you out later; I don't have that kind of ability!

"rest assured."

Jiang Feng toyed with the key in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"See you tonight! I'm off!"

With a "bang," the door slammed shut, and the room fell silent once more.

Jiang Feng was not in a hurry to set off.

He deftly cleared away the dishes and restored the kitchen to its original state. Then, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he gazed down at the city's daytime hustle and bustle for a while.

"Mucheng University... The successor of the Giant of Light is a freshman, what a classic setting."

"But with his slender arms and legs, he probably needs to work out a bit."

He chuckled softly, thinking of something.

He then turned around, went back to his room, changed into some casual clothes, put on a black baseball cap, and went out.

……

The streets of Mucheng are bustling and lively.

Although a monster attack occurred recently, it seems as if these things never happened in this fast-paced city.

People still busily shuttle between office buildings and subway stations, hustling for a living.

Jiang Feng walked aimlessly down the street with his hands in his pockets.

As I passed through the downtown commercial plaza, the morning news was playing on a huge LED screen.

[Regarding the latest developments in the theft case of the Ministry of Defense's relics, the police have identified Jiang Feng as the suspect...]

The photo displayed on the screen was an old ID photo of Jiang Feng, with a dull and unremarkable look in his eyes.

He was completely different from the lazy, languid man he is now.

Jiang Feng stood in the crowd, looking up at his "wanted poster".

He even commented with great interest:

"This photo is really ugly; it doesn't capture even a tenth of my charm."

An elderly man nearby, who was eating a jianbing (Chinese crepe), overheard this and gave him a strange look: "Young man, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, sir. I just thought this wanted criminal has a rather unique appearance."

Jiang Feng pulled down the brim of his hat, laughed, and casually made up a story before turning around and walking into a store with fitness equipment.