The matter of renovating Qichuan Street was brought to a temporary close.
Luo Chuan put down his Magic Phone and rubbed his stomach.
He was a little hungry.
"Is lunch not provided?" Yao Ziyan looked around. She could not smell any food, and it was already lunchtime.
"I asked the attendants. They said they only provide meals in the morning." Yao Ziyue stretched lazily. "But they'll make something if we ask, and there's a kitchen here too."
"There's a kitchen? I stored quite a few ingredients in my Space Ring." Yao Ziyan touched the Space Ring on her finger. She had come fully prepared.
Luo Chuan could not help glancing at Yao Ziyan. During her days as an Origin Mall employee, she seemed to have developed a fondness for cooking.
Yao Ziyue immediately perked up, casually stuffing her Magic Phone into her pocket and raising her hand. "I want barbecue!"
Yao Ziyan ignored her and turned her gaze to Luo Chuan. Luo Chuan nodded. "Make whatever you want."
In any case, as long as it was food made by Yao Ziyan, there would definitely not be the slightest flaw in its taste. He liked it all.
Anviya and the others in the hall immediately began looking forward to it. Opportunities to taste food made by Yao Ziyan were few and far between.
Although Yuan Gui could contend with Yao Ziyan in culinary skill, Yuan Gui ran a restaurant, while Yao Ziyan would not normally cook for them.
The Snow Maple Pavilion was well-equipped, and it was easy to find the equipment needed for barbecue in the kitchen.
Even if there had not been any, it would not have mattered much. Engraving the appropriate fire formation on the ground would have solved the problem easily.
But in Yao Ziyan's eyes, barbecue