Hestia, with a basket on her arm, looked at the sun nearly at its zenith and rolled her eyes, complaining feebly.
Originally, she had planned to go out to buy some vegetables in the morning and try out a new recipe she had come up with.
For this, the somewhat lazy Goddess of the Hearth had even managed to get up nice and early.
However, to her surprise, even in the dim light of dawn, there was a crowd of women from Knossos City squeezed in front of her house, waiting to greet a certain secretary and casually seek advice and strategies.
Thinking about the situation over the past few days, Hestia, somewhat harassed by it, felt a headache coming on, and her gaze toward Luo En became increasingly filled with silent reproach.
It was probably because after complaining and consulting with the secretary about alcohol-related family troubles, his unparalleled wisdom and approachable attitude spread among the women.