Flying Eagle tied an apron around his waist and stood at the stove, busily preparing dinner.
"Can this be eaten?" Flying Eagle had just asked this question when he chuckled to himself.
He thought again of himself and his daughter.
That's right, when family cooks, any taste is acceptable.
"Dad, just do as I tell you." Flying Tiger urged.
Flying Eagle nodded in confusion, made a call to a subordinate, and asked them to bring over some salt.
The subordinate, receiving the order, brought over a box of salt with a look of bewilderment.
When he delivered it to the door, he even glanced inside in astonishment.
He initially thought the Lord was conducting some secret activity, but upon seeing the open kitchen, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
It's just cooking at home, why is there so much needed?
"Put it here." Flying Tiger pointed to the kitchen counter, directing the subordinate to place the item there.
