"Are you up? It's time for breakfast."
The door was knocked, and Boyata's voice rang out.
Yang Yi walked to the dining room, only to see Jethro busy at the stove, with the eggs still sizzling in the frying pan.
"Sit down, just wait a bit longer, it'll be ready soon. Call your brothers over for the meal," Jethro said.
Yang Yi hadn't expected Jethro to be cooking himself, much less cooking for them.
The Trident Mercenary Group held a somewhat special status; they were closer to Jethro than other mercenary groups, but still not as close as Jethro's deceased bodyguards.
The eight men of Trident sat at the dining table, and Jethro soon lifted the fried eggs out of the pan and then brought a bowl to the table.
"Five eggs per person, if that's not enough, I'll make more."
Four slices of bread, five fried eggs, and a big bowl of oatmeal porridge, Jethro personally handed out the fried eggs.
