Chapter 607 Slim Chances

• In the cramped little kitchen, the stove roared. Between sizzling, frying, and braising, dish after fragrant, colorful plate was lifted off the fire and set out.
• It was the dead of winter, but the heat and nonstop work still had sweat pouring down Lorenzo’s back. Twenty years ago, cooking for a whole squad of a dozen men was nothing to him. Now age had caught up; he just couldn’t push like before.
• Worse, his right leg was missing a chunk. Ever since he left the clan, the sir rarely stepped into the kitchen himself—maybe to roast a taco or lend a hand at most.