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The kitchen in Apartment 203 was barely two meters wide.
One counter.
One small stove.
One sink.
For an adult, the kitchen was already cramped.
For a nine-year-old...
it was like a rock-climbing wall.
Yuna stood on top of a small wooden chair.
Her legs wobbled slightly; the chair had not been made to stand on.
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In front of her was a glass bowl.
Two eggs.
And a bottle of soy sauce.
She stared at everything with utmost seriousness.
Like a scientist preparing for a crucial experiment.
"In the anime... this is how they do it..."
She picked up one egg.
Her hands were small.
Her fingers gripped the egg carefully.
Yuna raised it slightly.
Then tapped it against the edge of the bowl.
Tap.
It didn't break.
She blinked.
"...Not hard enough."
She tried again.
A little harder this time.
CRACK!
The egg broke.
But it didn't crack neatly like in the anime.
The shell shattered.
