He cupped Mikasa's face in his hands and gently kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Mikasa, I haven't been able to take care of you these past few days, but the upcoming operation is very dangerous, and I can't let you take risks, let alone put you in danger."

Mikasa gripped his hand tightly, her face full of worry: "That's why I'm afraid of Eren."

"There might be many people waiting for you there; this operation is bound to be very dangerous."

Iruma smiled smugly at this: "Then you underestimate me too much, Mikasa."

"At least I'm capable of killing dozens of giants by myself, and even if I really encounter danger, I can escape from there in time."

After calming Mikasa down, Iruma left the room and headed towards the kitchen. When he arrived, he immediately spotted Sasha sneaking a bite to eat.

"Sasha, why are you stealing food again?"

"Ugh!" Sasha, whose name was suddenly called, stood up abruptly, but accidentally bumped her head on the cabinet door, which hurt so much that tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing this, Iruma quickly went over to help Sasha up, rubbing her head with concern mixed with reproach:

"You're so careless! You're always so oblivious. You won't be able to save yourself when you're in danger."

Sasha, whose head was being rubbed, buried her head in the other person's arms and wiggled like a puppy: "Hehe, isn't Allen here?"

What dish is Allen making tonight?

"I don't need you to worry about what I cook." Iruma pinched her nose, then got up and went into the cellar to get the food.

Historia and Mina, who had just finished their meeting, spotted her immediately.

When the three pairs of eyes met, Sasha still couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

Seeing the other person's expression, Historia asked, "Has Allen arrived yet?"

"Yes, Allen is getting food from the cellar."

As soon as Sasha finished speaking, Iruma, carrying two large boxes of heavy ingredients, jumped up in one step. They were already used to such terrifying and amazing explosive power.

Seeing this, the three began to help Iruma clean the food inside the box.

Sasha's eyes lit up when she saw so much meat: "Wow, Allen, are we going to use so much meat today?"

"By the way, there are no more than twenty people in our main team, right?"

Iruma took out a piece of venison and quickly sliced ​​it: "It's like I don't usually give you guys any meat. I just wanted to have hot pot together."

"I just happened to go out with Historia today and we came back with a lot of wild vegetables and mountain products."

"Wouldn't it be a waste not to have hot pot?"

"Hot pot!" Sasha jumped for joy at the mention of hot pot.

Historia, standing beside her, gently patted her belly and laughed, "It's not like this is the first time we've eaten here, there's no need to be so excited."

"Ah, Historia, don't move. Leave these ingredients to Sasha, Mina, and me."

Upon hearing this, Sasha glared angrily at Iruma: "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you, Eren!"

"They're so blatantly favoring her!"

Iruma responded quite confidently: "Because she's pregnant now, and Historia's health isn't good to begin with, we can't keep her busy all the time."

"She was the one who gathered the mountain produce today, how can we let her regain her senses?"

Sasha rubbed her belly angrily and said righteously, "Look, I'm pregnant too, so I shouldn't be able to work either!"

“That’s clearly fat you gained from eating too much,” Iruma shook his head speechlessly, continuing to process his ingredients.

When it was time for dinner, everyone gathered around the table to eat hot pot. Due to the number of people, several hot pot stoves were specially placed in the room.

Iruma was squatting outside, grilling fish and meat. He looked up at the starry sky and suddenly uttered a profound question:

"Why do I feel like I've become a chef?"

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