One of the few things in life that brought true peace to the soul was a happy meal cooked by yourself. Lukas was no cook, but still he knew the basics.
However, because of his indeed rare traits, he never grew tired, never felt hungry, so he had never paid any attention to food all this time.
So without wasting any time, he started preparing the meat, taking out thick tender pieces of Comet Fang Wolf. After the last wave, the Comet Fang Wolves had flooded the market.
"You are cooking in this room? Do you even know how to cook?"
Ambrose said with a surprised look in her eyes, her rosy red lips widened in a large O shape. However, no one could witness this alluring sight—even though both of them had struck a deal, Ambrose had still not taken off her mask.
An indifferent smile was on Lukas's face as he simply said, "Just a bit…!"
