Ronald Loman looked at the sleepy-eyed woman in front of him, scooped a freshly fried egg from the pan onto a plate, and said to her, "Eat first, considering the time, you haven't tasted my cooking for so many years."
"Ronald Loman, stop changing the subject, where is Lucas?"
Perhaps out of anxiety, Annie Taylor's voice was somewhat sharp.
Ronald Loman served breakfast on the table and straightforwardly said to the woman about to explode beside him, "I sent him to the large courtyard."
"What did you say? Ronald Loman, say that again!" Annie Taylor, somewhat agitated, rushed forward, tightly grabbing Ronald Loman's collar, her eyes with traces of bloodshot, glaring as if they might split, leaving no doubt in Ronald Loman's mind that the next moment she would devour him.
Raising his hand to remove her small hand, with the demeanor of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, "Just sent him to the large courtyard to experience troop life. Didn't he always like weapons?"
