Kallen tied on his apron and began working in the kitchen.
Xili and Mrs. Lake had already prepared and processed all the ingredients, and Xili had started the stock simmering early, so all Kallen needed to do now was cook.
For a cooking enthusiast, this was the finest enjoyment, like having tender white shrimp meat peeled and placed before you.
Aisili came in and asked, "Captain, is there anything we can help with?"
"Sit outside, have something to drink, and wait for the food. I don't need any help here, really."
"Oh, all right, Captain."
Aisili left the kitchen, gave everyone a look, and shook her head.
A large round table now stood in the courtyard, custom-made by Alfred according to Kallen's instructions, with a turntable on top.
For their first meal together since the squad's formation, Kallen did not want individual portions. Sitting around a large round table would create more of an atmosphere. If they could not share dishes, how were they going to risk their lives together?
"What exactly happened to the captain last night?" Muli quietly asked Alfred beside him.
"The young master is fine. Please don't worry." Alfred actually still did not know exactly what had happened. He had been busy outside all day too, but the young master had not looked nearly so pale that morning.
After sitting a while longer, Alfred said he would fetch some alcohol, rose, and entered the study.
Inside the study, Kevin was lying belly-up, his tail sweeping back and forth over his stomach.
"What happened?"
"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!"
"All right, I understand."
Alfred stood up and went to the bedroom, where he found Puer sitting on the edge of the bed, her feline face grave.
Seeing Alfred enter, Puer said, "There will be a