Chapitre 417: Training or Doping? (Part 1)

"Hmm... I think she might like this." Adam scratched his head looking at the steel knife lying in the center of the stand under a glass lid.

'I remember mom always complaining about the dull knives and how they broke too easily... Well, if she hadn't been so rough when cooking she could avoid it, but when we lived in the slums we didn't have money for proper knives.' Adam pondered, scratching the back of his head.

The first person he decided to buy a gift for was Leona, his mother. She had a fiery temper and preferred to settle matters with force and a couple of harsh words.

In a way, it was not surprising that she chose to marry a quiet, somewhat shy man who just couldn't resist her pressure, but was good at maintaining balance in their family life.

"Can I help you with anything?"

Adam was approached by a medium-height girl with a slight smile on her face, she was an assistant at this store.