Toto then put on an apron. “So, is there any type of food that any of you can’t eat? I’ll start cooking if there isn’t.”

“You don’t have to!” Jada quickly stopped him. “We’re here not just to take a break, but also to experience a life we never had-like cooking, for example. Surely you can understand that? So you should just do your own thing.”

“In that case, I shan’t impose!” Toto nodded and left after giving them his number.

With that, Jada led the others in happily collecting ingredients from the backyard, while Frank looked on, lounging on the couch.

Come to think of it, living like this was good-a picturesque environment, and ideal climate… it was certainly much better than the gloomy lifestyle in the city.

Alda then came over with a large basket of vegetables, leaving him smiling in wry amusement. “Why would you take so much, Ms. Ingram? Are you feeding the pigs?”

“This isn’t much!” Alda exclaimed.