In the kitchen, a stew was simmering. Once this dish was done, the menu for that strange white-haired girl would be complete. Now, it was just a matter of keeping an eye on the heat, so Mr. Smith had his apprentice tend to it while he went out to the back alley.
With work temporarily over, Mr. Smith planned to take a smoke break.
There were no particularly tall buildings in the town—the sky wasn't obscured by earthly materials.
Mr. Smith really liked this place—he had studied at the university here, but after graduating, he decided not to leave.
Most of his classmates were baffled—after all, graduating from Saint Andrews University only to become a chef.
Clearly, Old Smith was quite angry with Mr. Smith's behavior, so in the past decade, the father and son rarely communicated—even now, with Mr. Smith's wife Deborah pregnant for the second time, only his mother, Lady Elura, was willing to come over from home.
