Making porridge for Anders wasn't a difficult task for me.
You see, when I was growing up, my mom taught me how to cook.
So, that makes me a professional doctor and a professional chef.
And oh, before you get confused, the mom I am talking about isn't the moon goddess.
After transferring the porridge into a ceramic bowl that was on the counter, I kept the pot aside and grabbed a spoon that was made out of gold.
Actually, I couldn't find any normal spoon in the utensil drawer.
Seriously, the shadows' pack, especially the royal mansion, are fond of displaying their richness. But despite that, there are poor people like Anders out there.
I really should pay more attention to my duty as Alpha.
Before I leave for battle, I must at least build a large house for the homeless and fund the werewolves in need and establish them using some of the gold mines' gold, so that they will be able to fend for themselves in the future.
