Chapter 47
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In a single-family apartment in Chicago, Gennady and Sumarokov strolled in, laughing, their schoolbags slung over their shoulders. As they entered the spacious, minimalist-styled apartment, they caught the aroma of something delicious. Instantly, they knew that a friend had beaten them home.
Tossing their bags onto the sofa, they headed to the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Lomon Losov, wearing an apron and preparing dinner.
Gennady casually grabbed a small tomato from a bowl on the counter, popped it into his mouth, and grinned. "Man, with that apron, you're definitely gonna charm the girls at school."
Sumarokov, trying to maintain a straight face but failing, nodded in agreement. "Gennady's right," he said, high-fiving his friend.
Lomon, busy frying steaks, turned and gave them a helpless look. "Instead of teasing me, how about helping out? Unless you guys want to eat in two hours?"
The stronger the body, the bigger the appetite—height, frame, and muscle mass all play a role. Between the three of them, they could easily eat enough for ten grown men in one meal, which meant a lot of preparation for just one person.
Gennady and Sumarokov exchanged smiles and joined in to help with dinner. Thanks to their time in the Ural Wooden House Villa, where even the little ones learned fine cooking skills, they had mastered the art of preparing a meal efficiently.