Chapter 50
For Jurim, Mom Cafe was an all-purpose parenting vending machine for rookie dads. He had started to deeply respect the kind women who resided in those online forums.
Just as Jurim was lost in thought, contemplating various things and about to touch the egg—
“......?”
He stopped and clenched his left hand. A distinct chill seeped through his gloves.
Startled, Jurim quickly withdrew his hand.
A phantom pain?
In the meantime, Guru swiftly tucked the egg into her pocket.
Jurim’s gloves were a special S-rank creation by Amakusa. There was no way they would react to any external shock or change.
"Guru, hold on a second."
Just as Jurim was about to reach for the egg again—
♪ I’m gonna be ketchup~ I’m gonna dance~ Fancy Tomato~ ♪
A bright, cheerful ringtone from a kids' phone echoed.