Early in the morning, Mr. A knocked on the doors of every room. After confirming that none of his family members had turned into monsters, he began cooking.
He had exceptional cooking skills. Even though he was limited by the imperfect ingredients, he could still make remarkably delicious food.
That was why, in this family, he was the one who cooked—not his wife.
There were two children and the couple in the family. They were not exactly well-off, but they lived in relative harmony.
"Happy" would have been too strong a word. After all, the lives of poor people were filled with regrets. But they were by no means miserable.
Breakfast was Baba Soup with wheat-flour flatbreads. The raw material for the Baba Soup was free food distributed by the shelter, and many people disliked the food that looked like excrement.
But Mr. A used his cooking skills to process the free relief food, giving it a unique flavor and even turning it into a sauce that people could accept more easily.
The staple food was made by kneading wheat flour and crushed protein bars together into flatbreads. They were not thick. With limited ingredients and limited money, everyone only got one.
But they could be used to wrap the Baba sauce, and they could hold a lot of it, which was enough to fill the family's stomachs.
Combined with the fact that they tasted pretty good, the family had no complaints about the meal.
When his wife and twin daughters came to the dining room, he set aside his work and walked over with a beaming smile. He embraced his wife and children and even kissed them on the cheeks.
What a harmonious family! His wife talked about her work schedule for the day, while his adorable daughters looked