After showing Lilith around the entire house, Greg felt immensely satisfied.
It was like a child who had just gotten his favorite toy and couldn't wait to show it off. Lilith's perfectly timed astonishment had been just the thing to satisfy his vanity.
"Getting a little hungry?"
Greg clapped his hands and headed toward the kitchen.
"This is the perfect chance for you to try my cooking. Back in the Dungeon, I barely had any tools, so I could only make do with roasting some meat and things like that. But it's different now. With all this kitchen equipment, I can finally show you what I'm really capable of."
Lilith's eyes brightened slightly at his words.
She still remembered how the meat skewers Greg had casually grilled during her first trip into the Dungeon had left her craving more.
And now Greg said he was going to show his true skills. Just how delicious would this meal be?
She worked to keep her expression indifferent, sat down on the living room sofa, and said in an offhand tone:
"Well, since you insist, I suppose I'll try it. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Greg smiled without calling attention to the anticipation in her eyes, then turned and went into the kitchen.
Soon, the sounds of chopping vegetables and clattering cookware came from the kitchen.
Sitting in the living room and listening to the sounds from the kitchen, Lilith felt an inexplicable sense of peace, as though her husband were in there busily preparing a meal for her.
She even found herself wishing things could stay this way forever.
No, wait, what am I thinking!? Husband? What husband? This definitely isn't his first time doing this! And he must have done the same for my sister...
After shaking her head, Lilith