The Dragon Unleashing Its Primordial Power and the Clever, Brave Sheep

By the time Liu Chang'an walked home, it was already noon. There was not even a dog in the house, much less anyone to cook for him.

It seemed Lu Si'en had gone out to have fun as well. Unlike when she guarded Zhou Dongdong, she was not hiding somewhere and loyally waiting for Liu Chang'an.

After all, she was a guardian under the Saintess. Liu Chang'an had no objections.

He rummaged through the refrigerator, then searched upstairs, only to unexpectedly discover that Zhou Shuling had bought several sets of the black-and-white fiends lingerie Li Hongfang had mentioned.

There was still nothing ready to eat.

So Liu Chang'an took out beef, eggs, vegetables, and ham sausages from the refrigerator, threw them into a pot with the chili sauce he had sun-dried during last year's military training, and finally added some instant noodles as the staple.

Ah, if Koreans saw this, would they claim it was their national treasure of a dish—army stew?

Back when the U.S. forces stationed in Korea had abundant supplies, they often threw away leftover or spoiled canned ham. The colonized locals would pick it up, add some vegetable leaves, and turn it into Korea's famously delicious army stew.

How interesting.

Ever since that nuisance Shangguan Dandan had crawled out of her coffin, Liu Chang'an had rarely eaten alone. As he ate, he wiped his mouth and frowned, recalling a few things.

Middle-aged men in the workplace faced enormous pressure and came home very late every day.

Their wives and daughters were already asleep, the bedroom door shut tight, while the middle-aged men ate cold meals.

They thought about how their daughters' piano lessons needed paying for again, how they still had not found a math tutoring class, how they had not visited their parents in ages,