The TV on the side was reporting news of the incident, showing Aurora's love confession and Gon's proposal.
"Rich people really are different, huh? Confessing love after a massacre."
He then turned his gaze back to Alan. "So, how many do you want? The usual?"
"Give me 50 skewers and two bowls of rice, Uncle."
"Oh, you have company," the uncle said, looking at Isolde.
"Haha, you finally have someone to bring here. I thought you would be alone for the rest of your life."
Alan chuckled. "Stop teasing me, Uncle. Can you start making the meal? I don't want her to wait too long."
"Of course, young people are so impatient," the uncle said as he started cooking.
Alan looked at the TV, thinking, 'Darn, that man is really a pro. He only needed a few days to make Aurora confess to him in public.'
'I'll have to keep pestering him to teach me later.'
A few minutes passed, and the meal was cooked.
