Why insist on seeking death? Isn't... life good?
The highest quality ingredients often only require the most simplistic cooking methods. After a busy day, Alexander decided to fry a steak for himself...
A clean, broken water bucket, a few pieces of collected charcoal, a small pinch of salt taken from the kitchen. The oil that seeped out reacted with the high temperature, and the rich aroma of the heated protein immediately filled the entire courtyard.
All the chosen ones collectively swallowed their saliva, suddenly finding the yellowish canned food in their hands unappealing.
"That... Alexander, right?" Carl walked from the staircase to the door in a few steps, swallowing saliva and speaking.
"Not enough to share! Just one piece! It's mine!"
Alexander didn't wait for him to ask and directly replied.
Carl was stunned at first, then his face turned somewhat awkward.