Plain Porridge.

Kent stood up and took the food before sitting on the bed with August. He opened the bag and brought out his breakfast, which consisted of freshly baked muffins, fluffy scrambled eggs, and a glass of freshly squeezed juice. The aroma wafted up, making August's stomach growl with hunger.

When August saw the food, she grinned and stretched out her hands to take the meal from Kent, but he laughed and said, "Babe, this is not yours, but mine." He teased her, holding the food just out of her reach.

August pouted her lips when she heard that. "Mine must be delicious then," she said, and licked her lips in anticipation while staring at the paper bag containing her own meal.

She tried to grab the bag from Kent, but he playfully held it away.

But when Kent finally brought out her food, she frowned her face and stared at him in disappointment. "What's this?" she asked, her tone hinting at her discontent. Her meal consisted of plain porridge and milk, a sharp difference to Kent's hearty breakfa