The next day.
As usual, Aaron signed in, washed up, and took Abei to the dining room.
Jane had prepared a lavish breakfast and thoughtfully set out utensils for everyone.
"Not bad, really not bad." Aaron praised her as he ate. "Jane's cooking is getting better and better."
"Does this even require cooking skills?" Jane blinked in confusion, then smiled as she explained, "Master, this doesn't have much to do with skill. The main reason is that these Dream Ingredients are simply too delicious.
I only need to cook them and add some seasoning or sauce, and the meal is done. There isn't much technique involved."
Wanda nodded in agreement. "High-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking methods."
"You've watched too many food shows! But that does make sense. Ordinary people can't handle special Dream Ingredients either, like... Pufferfish Whale." Aaron glanced at the plate of fish slices at the center of the table, thin as cicada wings. "I removed its poison sacs beforehand, sliced it, and refrigerated it."
"Master, there's something I need to remind you of." Jane pointed toward the kitchen. "The ingredients in the freshness cabinet are almost gone."
"I know. I'll restock them," Aaron said without thinking, before suddenly realizing something was wrong. "Wait, they're being used up that fast? I remember..."
Before he could finish, he caught sight of Abei, who had jumped behind the table with "guilty conscience" practically written across its forehead as it shuffled its tiny legs toward Hela. He immediately understood everything.
Damn it! Food Sink had been learned for nothing.
His Thoughtform could gorge itself without restraint on Bohart Star to store energy, while on Earth, he had to keep to a normal person's food intake. He was actually eating less than this dragon.
"Stop hiding. My appetite has