Dinner was something Alfred bought on his way back: flatbread, roasted chicken, and a salad.0

It had to be said, Alfred truly understood the young master’s tastes, as he did not buy cream bread with roast meat.0

However, for Karon, he was used to casually preparing a meal of pig’s head, braised beef in soy sauce, peanuts, and assorted cold appetizers. Even if such a combination of dishes could be found to be purchased, the difference in flavor would be enormous.0

As they all sat down together to eat, Karon reminded Ciri, “The cat and the dog in this house are to be treated the same as people.”0

Alfred explained further, “The cat needs a cup of coffee every morning and afternoon. At noon, if we are not home, you need to prepare a meal for the cat, and make it as refined as possible. Afternoon tea and a fresh fruit platter every day are also required.0

“As for the dog, when you prepare for the cat, prepare something for the dog as well, though one tier lower than the cat will do.”0

“Woof!” the golden retriever barked in dissatisfaction.0

Pu’er felt a private flicker of delight, but then suddenly froze. This was bad; The radio demon was trying to fracture their alliance.1

Karon had always been generous when it came to caring for Pu’er and Kevin. As for other matters, such as Ciri’s salary and treatment, Karon did not even ask. He trusted Alfred to arrange such things properly.0

His salary alone was ten thousand rels a month, and his commissions would only increase his income, not lower it. He could afford several maids without difficulty.0

After all, this was York City, one of the most prosperous cities in this world. It was filled with far too many rich people who loved to moan about nothing.0

After eating a bit, Karon returned to the second floor and lay on his bed to read the newspaper. The heating would not be restored until tomorrow, so once night fell, there was nowhere...0