A deal with the devil

Benjamin was still annoyed Why did she take so long just taget some food for him? Did she have something against him and decided to make him wait longer on purpose?

that was the case, be should open up her head and take a look at her boxin to find mit why she could be that stupid.

“There was no one in the kitchen. I did’t know what you liked to eat, so I made some pasta with eggy and bert for you,” Shirley explained pariently.

The were the only ingredients available in the fridge after all.

No one was in the kitchen?

How was that possible?

Benjamin and Hamian’s mealtimes were fairly inconsistent. Hence, the main kitchen would always have food prepared at the ready. The cooks even worked in shifts so that someone would be available for all 24 hours of the day to cater to their needs at any time.

Of course, given the Blackomod Residence’s considerable size, it had more than one kitchen

Looking at the familias ingredients before him, Benjamin knew that Shirley must have gone to the wrong kitchen. These ingredients were likely the ones stored in the fridge of his p

krichen.

standards for his food. Whenever he had some spare time, he would make some simple

quite busy recently and had ‘t entered that kitchen for some time

the hidge with

had untentionally discovered a new cook with great

of pasta before him. His thick brows turowed. “I don’t like

little by little, carefully serving him like he

She had thick eyebrows, big eyes, red

so confidently, saying that even the most

and smooth as that of a baby’s. It was a rare sight for an adult’s skin to achieve this level of

her lips.

of the coriander

pasta

past. There was no change to his expression. “You

and probed

declaring, “Trom this

an eyebrow, “Isn’t this part of your duties? Are you not willing to do

willing I just didn’t think