You were at Jiaoqiu’s house for a sleepover, and was currently building a huge and lavish pillow fort for the two of you to stay in during the sleepover.

Jiaoqiu’s tail swayed slowly as he concentrated putting on the blanket over the dozen of pillows, which he miserably failed and yet somehow gracefully face planted onto the floor.

“Ughh.. this is so stupid. I’m a chef! Not some pillow fort building master!”