Loyalty also varies depending on the object...
Tsubone devoted her entire life to the Zoldyck Family, serving people from Zeno to Silva, and even to Killua, who had not yet been born, always the true heirs or potential heirs of the Zoldyck Family.
Therefore, that day she didn't think she did anything wrong.
On the contrary, she had always been striving for Silva's benefit.
The old man, for the sake of face, couldn't bring himself to consult his son, so these matters could only be handled by us servants.
Now... there's no need... Since Young Master Roy dared to stab the camera with a sword, yet Master Silva remained indifferent, even somewhat "pleasantly surprised"....
Next, Tsubone has to change her own attitude.
Tsubone walked out of the bedroom with the sword in her arms.
As evening approached, the sunlight streaming through the corridor's glass windows shone upon people, no longer as scorching as at noon.
Being a housekeeper isn't an easy job either, it requires a physical toll; daily life involves taking care of the master's needs, training recovery, as well as understanding people's expressions and providing emotional value when necessary.
Therefore, in the entire Zoldyck Family, not many people were recognized by Tsubone.
Wutong is one of them.
And in the corridor leading to the warehouse....
The old housekeeper unexpectedly encountered a young man recognized by him today.
The former was going to the warehouse to oil a Samurai Sword, while the latter was carrying Yubashiri in his arms, also heading to the warehouse for the same task.
Samurai Swords, being both strong yet fragile, require regular oiling to prevent oxidation and rust from air exposure.
Ironically, these kinds of swords and blades that usually lay neglected in the warehouse were now becoming the frequent place of visit for the two most renowned in the Zoldyck Family's housekeeper circle.
It is now 5:49 PM.
Wutong had already oiled Yubashiri first and was walking out of the warehouse.
As he stepped out, he saw Tsubone approaching with a Samurai Sword in her arms, nodded to her, stepped aside slightly, and walked past her.
"I thought you would hate me," Tsubone suddenly spoke up at this moment.
Wutong immediately stopped in his tracks.
The old housekeeper did not look back, speaking to himself, "I thought you might do something on behalf of your master's face that I tarnished; I've been waiting for you these days."
The logic of beating the dog before the master applies in the Zoldyck Family in reverse as well.
Indeed, when he heard that the young master was required to give a reason, Wutong seethed with anger all day.
In spite of his eye pain, he sought Tsubone for an explanation.
But after calming down... he gently caressed Yubashiri in his arms, paused in silence for two seconds, then resolutely said, "I choose to believe in the young master."
"Just as he is willing to trust me, I always have and always will stand by his side, never causing him any trouble."
"His hair isn't silver," Tsubone also remained silent for two seconds, then turned to remind Wutong, "so he's destined not to become the Patriarch in the future."
"So what?" The young housekeeper adjusted his golden glasses perched on his nose, casting a mocking glance at Tsubone, "At least——"
"The young master treats me as a human being."
He stopped acknowledging Tsubone.
Nor did he care about her thoughts.
He strode towards the kitchen...
'The young master said he wants to cook something himself tonight... Oh dear~, not sure what the master is thinking, is that a place for him to be?'
Wutong quickened his pace with worry, and moments later, peered into the kitchen——
Roy had tied an apron around his waist and was wielding a spatula with a proper attitude.
On the counter in front of him, there were chopped scallions, ginger, garlic, peeled tomatoes, beaten eggs, minced meat, pre-cooked eggplants, and a prepared sauce.
A total of two dishes—Tomato Scrambled Eggs and Minced Meat Eggplant. They were also among the few common dishes Roy was most skilled at in his past life.
Having not touched a stove for nearly a decade, he didn't know to what extent his cooking skills had deteriorated.
Now he could only follow his instincts, intending to cater to his Chinese palate while improving the meals for the Kamado Family's children. He bravely wielded the spatula to perform actions that Zeno, Silva, Illumi, and even the ancestor Maha would never touch—stir-frying and tossing the wok!
"Phew~" Flames flared from the stove....
The cooks, who had been driven out by Roy, curiously peeked from the door, craning their necks to look inside.....
The sun must have risen in the west today, someone even described it like a rat hurrying to pay respects to a cat for the New Year....
Otherwise, there's no explaining the Zoldyck Family's eldest young master mysteriously appearing in the kitchen, and his strong desire to cook by himself!
He didn't even let his personal housekeeper, Wutong, come in to help... managing on his own to wield the spoon, toss the wok, and control the heat....
Bit by bit, he regained the earlier cooking sensation, from clumsy to skillful, then easily mastering it, reaching a favorable state.
Until finally, with Roy's graceful flick of the spoon——
Two home-cooked dishes, Tomato Scrambled Eggs and Minced Meat Eggplant, were served one after another.
"Fragrant... it's a taste we've never smelled before..."
"Look at the color, full and bright yet retaining some freshness, it should taste good..."
"What are you guys talking about? Isn't it the young master's skills that are commendable? Whether it's wielding the spoon or tossing the wok, and the final flick of the spoon, obviously something a novice couldn't do, even...."
"I suspect even those renowned Gourmet Hunters may not have the young master's skill....."
The cooks whispered among themselves, the so-called experts see the truth, as it is.
Once driven away, Wutong stood by as he listened to their feedback, surprising him less than the cooks.
He had watched Roy grow up... following him since infancy... so——
The fact that the young master could cook, he didn't know, truly... a great negligence!
Wutong lamented...
However, Roy did not give him time to reflect, directly calling him in to serve rice with a shout.
Food is meant to be shared, and for a chef, the happiest moment is watching others eagerly devour the dishes painstakingly made, ideally even licking the bowl clean, saving washing.
So Roy didn't mind eating with Wutong, although the young housekeeper, keeping his humble position and ingrained class perception, was unwilling to sit at the table...
As always today, after serving Roy rice, he crossed his hands and stepped back behind him.
Seeing this, Roy wasn't surprised and didn't press him, feeling sorry for him instead, for missing——
The rare chance to taste culinary delights from another world.
It just meant more for him...
What Roy didn't expect was...
A gust of wind blew through...
Someone came in from outside, taking a piece of Tomato Scrambled Egg with chopsticks before him, tossing it into their mouth.
Roy frowned, looked up, and his pupils narrowed, quickly stood up to salute respectfully, calling out:
"Great-grandfather."