In the supermarket, Athan Buffay was concentrating on a grapefruit. He stared at the red fruit carefully, and suddenly turned his head to me, he looked very seriously and said, "Sometimes I really don't understand why humans like to eat vegetables and fruits so much. " He looked very sincere, as if this is a mystery that he would never understand. Although werewolf diets are infinitely close to human, in fact, we are only born with extreme cravings for meat, especially fresh meat. This should be the nature of hunters. But actually, wolves (being canines) are omnivorous, so they eat meat as well as plant material such as fruits and vegetables. This is also applies to werewolves. However, although they do eat those sorts of things, they don't seem to be a major part of their diet. It's just that their habit of preying on humans/livestock tends to overshadow this and brand them as a danger. However, with the evolution and adaptation of the werewolf race for hundreds of years, most packs will stipulate and prohibit any werewolf from preying on humans. Instead, we try to integrate into human society and eat meat other than human flesh as much as possible. Therefore, most werewolf eating habits are stable and good. But obviously, Athan Buffay, a werewolf with a high status in human society, was a picky eaters. It's just that I didn't expect that he loved the taste of wine so much, but he didn’t seem to like fruits and vegetables very much. For example, just now, Athan Buffay was taking out a handful of asparagus that I had just put in my shopping cart and he throwed it back on the shelf in disgust. "Can't we just eat meat for lunch? I hate all green food. " He asked me with a frown, his face was full of grievances. I had never expected that one day, Athan Buffay would remind me of my two little picky eaters at home

I had to replace all the ingredients in the shopping cart with meat, after all, he is the boss. "This beautiful lady, please try our new product!" A friendly female voice sounded, it was a clerk who was selling samples. She had a small portion of sausage in her hand, freshly fried and steaming. I took a bite and the gravy of the sausage burst in my mouth, with the mellow aroma of butter and the mild spiciness of black pepper, it was delicious. Seeing that I liked it very much, the clerk handed over another sample and said enthusiastically to Athan Buffay, "It seems that your wife likes this sausage very much. Do you need some?". I quickly waved my hand and try to explain that I was not his wife, but I was still chewi ng something in my mouth and couldn't speak. Then I heard Athan Buffay's gentle voice: "S ince my wife likes it," he added the word "wife" deliberately: "Then get me a box of it. After I heard it, I almost immediately wanted to refuse, a whole box, it is estim ated that we can't finish it all in a year! But Athan Buffay said to me before I could speak, "We're going to have this tomorrow morning, will you make it for me?" . The clerk seemed to have never accepted such a large order, and lo oked surprised. She looked at me with envy: "Your husband really l oves you!" and moved a whole box of sausages to our shopping cart. Athan Buffay seemed very pleased with the service from the clerk, he smiled a nd pushed me away before I could speak. After shopping at the super market, we drove back to At han Buffay's private villa. As soon as I entered the house, I rushed into the kitchen with the ingredients. I'm going to make a few simple meat dishes for lunch. I took out the good ribeye steak and fresh lamb chops, seasoned with olive oil and rosemary and set aside. At this point Athan Buffay walked into the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves and asked, "How can I help you?"

I wanted to say no to him, but he seemed so eager to try, so I handed him an onion and told him to shred it. However, wi thin a few minutes, Athan Buffay put down the half-cut onion and walked out without a word. I didn't understand what was going on, and he returned with his sunglasses on again, and continued slicing the onion with a serious look on his face. I couldn't help laughing out loud. Unexpectedly, the great Athan Buffay would be fedeated by a small onion. My laughter caught Athan Buffay's attention, he pout ed a bit complainingly, and handed me the chopped onion. He looked a little cute. I spread the shredded onion on the baking sheet, sprinkled with salt and black pepper, and placed th e marinated lamb chops on the baking sheet and sent it to the oven. At the same time, I heated up a cast-iron pan and started frying the steak, and the smell of butter and garlic soon filled the room. By the time I set the plate and put all the food on the tab le, it was close to 2pm. Athan Buffay and I were so hungry, I couldn't wait to cut up the steak and put it in my mouth. The luxurious tenderness and big, beefy flavor of the ribeye fi lled my mouth, the meat's unique mixture of fat and umami , spic ed up in the Maillard reaction, I could not have enough of this! . The lamb chop had a unique gamey taste and different tenderness from beef, with the hint of smok iness from the oven, it was soft and juicy. We were very satisfied after lunch. Athan Buffay see med very satisfied. During the meal, he kept complimenting me, it almost made me feel embarrased. It looks like my first day as a personal assistant has bee n pretty successful so far. However, at the time, I didn't expect that something unexpected would happen that night