Since they had arrived at their destination smoothly and had a good sleep, Mag wasn't in a hurry to wake the mother and daughter. He changed into his chef's suit, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
The quantity of ingredients wasn't big, but everything was present.
Mag cooked a pot of congee with pork and century egg, and made a helping of youtiao.
Irina walked to the kitchen's entrance, approaching Mag, who was removing the youtiao from the oil, as she held Amy's hand, and curiously asked, "How did we end up underwater?"
"I saw so many fishes, Father. Are we going to have grilled fish for lunch today?" Amy asked with glowing eyes.
"We won't be discovered as easily when we are underwater. We're already very close to that black fog," Mag answered Irina's question before nodding at Amy. "If Amy wants to, we will have grilled fish for lunch then."
"Great!" Amy nodded happily.
