CHAPTER 196

Elliott was puzzled by Mr. Zylers words, but before he could ask, Zyler had already left the room. After a moment of confusion, Zebulon and others entered the room. Seeing Zebulon, Elliott instinctively sat up straight. "You little brat, do you know how much trouble you caused me by fainting like that?" Zebulon complained as soon as he entered the room. But no matter how he grumbled, Elliott just smiled.

It had been a long time since Elliott had heard Zebulon complain so much. "Old man, I'm hungry. Go make us some braised pork belly for us to try," Elliott shamelessly said. Only he would dare to make such a request to the commander-in-chief of the four major war zones. Zebulon snorted coldly and said, "You shameless brat, you have no shame. You want a seventy-year-old man like me to cook for you? That's not fair play!" Although he grumbled, Zebulon was very obedient.

He rolled up his sleeves and asked Alma, "Little girl, where is your kitchen?" "Uncle Zebulon, I'll take you there!