Kallen smiled. "It'll still have to be erased and refined in the end. Why go to all this trouble?"
Although it was not going to be fried, with Kevin's method of handling it, this egg would cease to exist even more thoroughly, so what Alfred was doing now had little practical significance.
Alfred said solemnly, "Preaching to the living carries a measure of self-interest; preaching to the dead comes entirely from faith."
Hearing this, Kallen put away his smile and nodded very earnestly at Alfred.
"It's a shame. Registering for this selection is rather difficult. Even Richard's grandfather had to pull strings to get him registered. Otherwise, if you could go too, you could compete for a place."
"I have no aspirations in that regard. In my view, walking the same road as you would be rather wasteful. I can pursue development in other areas to help you, Young Master."
"Thank you, Alfred."
"Young Master, there's no need to be so polite."
"I often say thank you to Eunice too."
"You're welcome, Young Master!"
Kallen searched the kitchen and found plenty of leftover rice. Xili had made dinner, but he had been asleep and had not eaten.
By now, the eating habits of the entire Funeral Society had shifted completely toward Kallen's, and the household's staple food had become rice or noodles.
Leftover rice was always the best choice for egg fried rice.
Kallen made himself a batch of egg fried rice and served two plates, one for himself and one for Alfred.
Alfred put down the egg, washed his hands, and took two pieces of pickled ginger from the pickle jar. He sliced and plated them, added some pickled mustard stems, and finally took two salted duck eggs.
Alfred tapped the hollow end of a salted duck egg against