An hour later, a hot meal arrived at the door.

Ten men set up plates and cutlery around the huge dining table.

Everyone felt accomplished looking at the amazing spread.

Abel sighed.

Following that, Luca also sighed.

He knew what Abel was thinking. The food might look and taste good, but it lacked soul.

What was the soul it lacked?

It lacked the taste of home.

After taking two bites, Abel told Luca, "Go to the market with me tomorrow."

"What do you need?" Luca hastily put his cutlery down. "I'll get someone to buy it for you."

"I want to go myself," Abel said. "I'll buy some food ingredients like vegetables, meat, and eggs. I want to make this place feel like home."

Luca and the bodyguards were speechless.

A while later, Luca took a deep breath and said, "It's not going to be easy, Mr. Ryker. In fact, it'll be harder than managing the Ryker Group."


Abel put his cutlery down and sighed. "In my five years of training, I've gone through hell and back, but I never learned how to cook. I think that's a vitally important skill."

Luca and the bodyguards thought about it and realized it made a lot of sense.

Everyone had to eat, no matter how skilled of a fighter they were, and nothing was more satisfying than a proper meal.

What could be more proper than a home-cooked meal?

Food that was lacking a "soul" would not be as nourishing.

Abel cleared his throat. "I've decided. From tomorrow on, I'll learn how to cook."

Luca and the bodyguards sat up in attention.

Abel said to Luca, "Get a cook from Nimbus Hotel. I want them to teach me how to cook."

"Yes, Mr. Ryker."

Abel waved his hand. "Let's eat!"

The ten men began to eat their dinner.

After dinner, they rolled up their sleeves and cleaned up the entire place.

After that was free time. Some sat in the living room to watch television. Some went to tend the garden, while others cleaned the bathrooms.

Abel changed into a set of casual clothes from his suitcase. He sat on the sofa and felt warmth in his heart.

The next morning, Abel and Luca went to Nimbus Hotel.

After observing in the kitchen for some time, Abel chose a chef in his forties.

"You're the one. Come with me."

The general manager said, "Mr. Ryker, do you want housekeeping staff? I can choose two for you."

"Male or female?" Abel asked.

"…All of our housekeeping staff are female," the general manager replied.

Abel waved his hand. "Forget it!"

The general manager was taken aback.
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