Vivian Mond was most worried about this question.


    Destiny, who was sitting on Vivian Mond’s left, smiled and exined, “He is a friend of my subordinates who can understand our Cryptguage and has also spent a long time in the Cryptic tribe, otherwise how could I let him cook for you?”


    “Yes. If you don’t understand the Cryptguage, it would only be troublesome to be in charge of daily purchases and stuff over here.”


    Aidan Sabastian smiled at Vivian Mond, “I can personally apany him down the mountain in the morning, don’t worry, no problem at all.”


    He was confident.


    Vivian Mond propped his elbows on the table, rested his chin, tilted his head at the simple and honest man, and asked, “What’s your name?”


    “My name is Carl,” the man inclined his head at Vivian Mond, speaking with a whiff of L City dialect.


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    At the sound of his name, Vivian Mond couldn’t help but snort augh.


    She immediately reached up to cover her lips and shook her head, immediately adjusting and forcing herself to be calm, “Sorry, I just thought your name was special.”


    Houghton and Destiny didn’t think much of it either, thinking that Vivian Mond was amused by the name ‘Carl’.


    It’s the twenty-first century, and the name ‘Carl’ does seem like it was given by someone from thest century.


    “Carl? Uh uh … you’re not bad. Can you make me something else to eat for lunch?” Vivian Mond let out a frustrated sigh and couldn’t help but spit out, “The Crypt’s food is so bad, I want to eat L City’s food.”


    “That’s fine. Just order whatever you want to eat, I’ll make it.”


    Carl nodded his head with a sincere face.


    “I want to eat …” Vivian Mond thought about it and waved her hand, “Forget it, just make your special dish.”


    After that, she got up and walked upstairs, “Aidan Sabastian, hurry up ande to my roomter, didn’t you say you were going to give me a lecture?”


    “Okay, I’ll be upter.”


    Aidan Sabastian answered.


    Then he went upstairs and acted as Vivian Mond’s teacher, and began to teach her the Cryptic dialect.


    As the noon hour approached, Vivian Mond’s stomach rumbled with hunger, and she was not interested in studying.


    “What’s the hurry, you can eat it when it’s ready.”


    “Don’t mention it, your Cryptic meals are so bad, you guys are really heavy, what with the ants, scorpions, centipedes and silkworm pupae, there’s nothing you can’t eat. I just want Carl to make some meat dishes for me and some vegetarian dishes to see if they are to my liking.”


    Vivian Mond skimmed his mouth, and looked a little pitiful.


    Aidan Sabastian could not bear it and waved his hand, “Go, go, go, give me five minutes to finish reading ande over to study right away.”


    “No problem.”


    She gestured ‘OK’ and immediately got up and went downstairs.


    Downstairs, there was no longer Destiny and Houghton in the living room, only the kitchen hood buzzing incessantly and the sound of the cook wielding a spat against an iron pot.


    The young woman walked towards the kitchen, pushed the door open and looked at Carl who was cooking, “Ahem …”


    She cleared her throat and pulled out her voice, “Carl, you’re cooking?”


    The man who was frying heard the voice and turned around to see Vivian Mond leaning against the door frame with his arms around his chest, looking at him with aplomb.


    A light smile spread across her delicate white face, and her eyes were starry.


    “Miss, why are you down here?” He inquired, clutching the spat in his hand.


    Vivian Mond straightened up and stepped in front of him, but her foot stepped on the back of his foot, grinding her toes hard, “I came to see you cooking.”


    One word, throwing the ground.