White Fang's Cooking Skills! Sakumo and Duy's Burning Youth!

"Sakumo, wake up." Hatake Yuntian's voice rang out in the quiet of dawn, like a gentle ray of sunlight piercing the stillness of the room.

"Okay, Father." Sakumo got up at once, his movements crisp and efficient.

He quickly folded his blanket into a neat square, as if it spoke of his self-discipline. Then he tied on an apron and began preparing breakfast.

For Sakumo and Yuntian, eel was their favorite food.

Sakumo's hands gently and skillfully cleaned the eel, washing away its slick mucus bit by bit as though he were polishing a precious work of art.

He secured the eel's head, his gaze focused and resolute, then used a knife to cut from its belly toward its tail. He carefully removed the innards and bones, every movement incomparably precise, afraid of damaging the eel's integrity.

Then, to remove its skin, he lightly scored it a few times. He was as careful as a craftsman carving exquisite jade, making the skinning process smoother.

Finally, he cut the eel into sections, ready to braise it. Every piece seemed like a fragment of a story waiting to be given new life.

Just then, the rice was ready as well. The rising steam seemed like the warm breath of life spreading through the room. Sakumo picked up two bowls of rice and placed them on the table, his movements steady and orderly.

Hatake Yuntian, who had been reading, put down his book. It was like a treasury filled with wisdom as he slowly walked over to the table.

Looking at the fragrant braised eel and steaming rice, his eyes were full of gratification. That approving gaze was like warm spring sunlight, warming Sakumo's heart.

"Sakumo, your cooking is getting better and better." Yuntian picked up a piece of eel and put it