The man tossed the dagger he was playing with aside and lazily said, "With so many people, if I don't set up a proper meal, it would look stingy of me."
He glanced at Wesley, and Wesley pointed at himself with refusal written all over his face, "Big Boss, I can't cook."
"..."
Liam said, "I want you to instruct the chef."
Wesley scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly, "Big Boss, we've never stayed here before, even the maids we got are temporary, where would we find a chef right now."
"Is there any food prepared in the kitchen? If there is, I can cook." Hope offered.
"No." Waylon held Hope's hand, "The kitchen has the smell of oil and smoke."
Waylon couldn't bear anything uncomfortable getting near Hope, not even a little bit of cooking smoke.
Liam raised an eyebrow, "How about a few of us go in and absorb the cooking smoke for your wife?"
"If you want to do that, no one will stop you."
