At the same time, Joy, who had innocently become an imaginary enemy of his own father, had washed up his face.
He followed the former master into the small kitchen. He looked wide-eyed at the tantalizingly fragrant refreshment that was still baking inside the oven.
Suddenly, while the former master was not paying attention to him, Joy, who always liked to lean close to the oven's side, felt a sudden itch inside his nose and he sneezed it out.
The moment he sneezed, he quickly drew everyone's attention inside the kitchen to him.
"Why is the young master of the third generation sneezing all of a sudden? Did he catch a cold?"
"I don't think so. Could he have accidentally gotten in touch with something like flour and sucked it in? Last time, the little brat of mine accidentally sucked flour into his nose and he sneezed for a long time."
