Twenty minutes later, breakfast was over.
Homelander was thoroughly satisfied. Though the meal had had a few little hiccups, it was still a precious memory.
Especially his father...
He had always thought his father retained the intense male chauvinism of a bygone era and a strong sense of paternal authority.
But after being tricked into eating a pile of culinary horrors, he realized his father played pranks too.
Life like this was growing ever closer to an ordinary family's daily routine. The novel experience, unlike anything he had ever had, delighted Homelander endlessly.
The three generations rose to leave, and an idea popped into Homelander's head. He gave an evil smile.
"Wait, it would be a waste not to eat this food. Why don't we pack it up for Mr. Pete to enjoy?" Homelander suggested.
Soldier Boy let out a hoarse chuckle. He hadn't expected Homelander to put what he had learned into practice so quickly.
So, harboring the same evil intentions, he personally helped Homelander pack up the leftover fish mint, West Lake vinegar fish, douzhi, and stir-fried grasshoppers, then carried the packed food into the elevator.
Homelander called A-Train. "Buddy, come to elevator one, take the food in the corner, and deliver it to Mr. Pete. That's his three meals for today and tomorrow."
After hanging up, he rubbed his hands together expectantly and asked:
"We have the whole morning. Is there anywhere you want to go or anything you want to do?"
Ryan thought for a moment, recalling a television program about wildlife from the previous week. "I want to go to the zoo. Can we?"
Homelander readily agreed.
"Actually, there's no need to go to the zoo. You'd still have glass between you. Whatever animals you like, we can catch them right now and let you