In the early morning, the sun lazily shone into the Valentine family's villa through the window.
In the kitchen, Demarion, who was wearing an armor-like clothes, a mask made of iron in one hand, and a spatula in the other, looked at the fried eggs in the pot nervously while standing on a small stool..
The fried egg made a sizzling sound, and Demarion couldn't help but scream, "Brother, brother, it won't explode, will it?"
"My God, it's so scary! I won't burn our kitchen down, will I?"
"When will the fried egg be cooked? It's been 30 seconds!"
"You're too noisy."
At the other end of the kitchen, Braint was comfortably decorating the cut vegetables and fruits in a very eye-catching way.
"Brother..."
The voice of Demarion was still ear-piercing.
Braint finally frowned impatiently and looked up at him. "First of all, natural gas is very safe. As long as it is doesn't leak, it will not explode easily."
