Chapitre 692: Chaoter 155.3 - Case of a breakfast

Astron began setting down the rest of the dishes he had prepared, his movements calm and efficient despite the chaos they had caused earlier. Plates of fried herb patties, crispy potatoes, Emberboar bacon, and the vibrant eggs with tomato sauce filled the table. 

Irina watched silently, her fork halfway to her mouth as she observed him. It struck her that despite their impromptu "battle" in the kitchen, not a single dish had been ruined or spilled. The chairs might have tipped over, a few utensils littered the floor, but every plate remained pristine, as if the chaos had been carefully choreographed. 

She glanced down at her own plate, then back at Astron, her lips pressing into a thin line. She hated to admit it, but she was impressed. "How did you…?" she began, her voice trailing off. 

Astron glanced at her, one brow arched. "How did I what?" he asked, placing a cup of tea in front of her.