"Alright, Xinyu gave me a list the day before yesterday of the people planning to participate in the gala. Big Brother, do you want to take a look?"
Torikaze waved his hand. "You can decide these things yourself. Approve anyone decent enough. It's just entertainment—why make it so serious?"
That made perfect sense, and it was exactly what Minato had planned to do.
"Then, Big Brother, I'll head to work first? I'll buy something for breakfast on the way."
Just as Minato was about to leave, Ran ran out of the house. "Wait! Take me with you!"
"Alright, come on."
Minato walked over to Ran and placed a hand on his shoulder. The next second, both of them vanished.
The Flying Thunder God transported them to the office.
"So what are we doing? Eating separately? Or going out to buy something now?"
Amado scratched his head. "There probably won't be anything to eat today, right? There's such a thick layer of snow this early in the morning."
"Whatever. We'll talk when I get hungry. If you're hungry, just go cook some noodles in the kitchen." Torikaze brushed him off casually.
He had no desire to cook first thing in the morning. It was freezing, and a heavy snowfall had just ended. There was probably no Morning Market either.
He might as well go back and catch up on some sleep.
Amado nodded helplessly. "Fine, I'll cook noodles myself."
"Bring me a bowl too," Torikaze said without hesitation.
Amado's expression darkened even further, but he had no other choice. "Anyone else want some?"
It would have been better if he had not asked. The moment he did, the entire Cloud Clan Grounds came alive, with everyone asking for food.
Amado's expression was beyond merely ugly. "So you were all waiting for