"Please let my father handle this! I don't want to be separated from my brother!" The young girl raised her head and responded to Lady Babalon in a timid tone.
"Is that so? What a truly touching expression of sibling affection!" Lady Babalon's face displayed a gentle smile before she pressed the girl's head back into her embrace and laughed, "In that case, let her brother take over Yellen's position, as for her father... Mr. Hannibal, do you mind if tonight's ingredients are a bit older?"
"Although I generally prefer fresher ingredients, if Lady Babalon says so, what's the harm?" The guest picked up a nearby white napkin and wiped his mouth.
At this time, the fat noble asked, "Lady Babalon, I don't object to sending your pet to replace Yellen, but can he truly fulfill this duty? Won't he, like Yellen, be targeted by that little chili pepper again?"
