Breakfast was delivered to the room. Kallen glanced over it and discovered that there was a lot more fish this morning, plate after plate arranged neatly on the dining table.
The main reason was that Old Anderson had been scolded by the ancestor yesterday and had specifically instructed the head chef to change the breakfast menu to please her.
Unfortunately, this meal seriously diminished Kallen's appetite for breakfast. He could have accepted fish aspic; that would have been pleasant with porridge in the morning.
But at the sight of all these plates of fried fish, grilled fish, and raw fish accompanied by various styles of Vien miso, Kallen instinctively frowned, never mind eating them.
It seemed that the longer he stayed in Vien, the stronger his aversion to Vien miso became. That was also because he had never really intended to adapt to it or accept it.
He sat down, picked up a boiled egg, and peeled it. There was no soy sauce. After hesitating, he ultimately decided against making do with Vien miso and took a bite. It tasted delicious plain, too.
So these were Allen Manor's "free-range eggs"?
Should I have Allen Manor deliver some to the Funeral Society regularly? Surely that wouldn't count as living extravagantly and abandoning my drive to work hard?
After eating the first, Kallen began peeling a second.
Just then, Puer rolled over on the bed. Stretching and yawning, she chuckled. "Eating so many eggs first thing in the morning? Looks like you used up a lot last night and need to replenish yourself."
"Heh."
"Let me make this clear first: I didn't peek. I just saw someone take a bath in his room before leaving, then take another before getting into bed after coming back. Hehe, meow."
"I always bathe before going