Dylan rolled up his sleeves and turned back into the kitchen, completely ignoring Anthony Davis's current expression.
Although he wasn't good at cooking, he could at least manage to fry eggs adequately.
Before long, Dylan came out with three barely passable fried eggs.
The Old Man praised, "Dylan, I didn't expect you to be quite good."
Dylan was so pleased that he was about to lift his chin and said, "Here, Dad, this best one is for you. Let's eat first, and I'll make more when Mum and Aya Scarlett wake up."
It was only a little past six, and they were still asleep, considering they wouldn't wake up until 7 o'clock.
The Old Man nodded, "Alright, let's eat first."
The three men eating breakfast was quite dull, and most of their conversation revolved around political matters, which were anything but appetizing.
Finally, Anthony Davis asked, "Dad, did our family have any enemies in the early days?"
The Old Man, who was eating bread, was stunned, "Why suddenly ask that?"
