A ladle of hot oil was poured in by Karon, producing a crisp sizzling sound.0

Alfred, standing beside him, closed his eyes, raised both hands, tilted his head back, and spoke with heartfelt admiration. “Ah, at last I can hear this intoxicating sound again! This is art, true art that we can live with day and night. I truly feel sorry for Mr. Bede; He should be standing here, witnessing what the real breath of the earth is.”1

Karon glanced at Alfred. “Serve it.”0

“Yes, Young Master.” Alfred lifted the basin of sour pickled fish and carried it to the dining table.0

The woman who had been standing beside Alfred earlier, watching Karon cook, came over now and pointed at the stove, indicating she would clean up. Her name was Zenn, and she was Alaia’s wife. She had short blond hair and a somewhat thin figure. She was also deaf and mute.5

In his previous life, Karon had learned sign language. It was not difficult to learn. Though the signs differed by country, everyday expressions were largely similar.1

“We will go enjoy dinner first.”0

“I want to help you tidy the kitchen first.”0

“In my home, after we finish eating is when we tidy the kitchen. Thank you for your kindness. After we eat, we will trouble you then.”0

“Alright, I understand.”0

Karon and Zenn moved to the dining room. The space was not large, but still roomy for five people. Pu’er and the golden retriever’s portions had already been served, but the animals ate upstairs.0

“This is truly too abundant! Thank you for your hospitality, Young Master Karon,” Alaia said, rising to thank Karon.0

Alaia’s twelve-year-old son Hend also stood, even as he stared at the dishes on the table that gave off an enticing aroma. He made sure to follow his father’s example and bow to Karon.0

Like Zenn, twelve-year-old Hend was also a deaf and mute child.0

Karon remembered that the first time he rode in Alaia’s car to the agency storefront, the man had only waved...0