Kallen poured in a ladle of hot oil, producing a crisp sizzle.
Standing beside him, Alfred closed his eyes, raised both hands, tilted his head back, and sighed:
"Ah, at last, I hear that intoxicating sound again. This is art, the true art that lives alongside us every day! I truly feel sorry for Mr. Bede. He should be standing here to witness what the true breath of the earth is!"
Kallen glanced at Alfred and said, "Take it to the table."
"Yes, young master."
Alfred picked up the basin of Suancai Fish and carried it to the dining table.
The woman who had been standing beside Alfred, watching Kallen cook, now came forward and pointed at the kitchen counter, indicating that she would clean up.
Her name was Zhen. She was Alaye's wife, a somewhat thin woman with short blond hair. She was deaf and mute.
Kallen had learned sign language in his previous life. It was not difficult to learn, and although it differed between countries, the general ways of expressing everyday things were still very similar.
"Let's enjoy dinner first."
"I'd like to help you clean the kitchen first."
"In my home, we clean the kitchen after eating. Thank you for your kindness, and sorry for the trouble after we finish our meal."
"All right, I understand."
Kallen and Zhen came to the dining room. It was not large, but it was quite spacious for just five people.
Puer's and Golden Retriever's dinners had already been taken upstairs, where the cat and dog were eating.
"What a feast. Thank you for having us, Young Master Kallen." Alaye stood to thank Kallen.
Alaye's twelve-year-old son, Hand, also stood, bowing to Kallen along with his father while staring at the enticing dishes on the table.
Like Zhen, twelve-year-old Hand