"Ah, how did I lose again?" Looking at the five black stones lined up on the board, Yao Ziyue let out a mournful cry.
"Zi Yue, this won't do. You haven't won even once." Qing Yuan smiled and shook her head.
After these few rounds, she had more or less figured out Yao Ziyue's Gomoku skill level.
How should she put it? She was a bit of a rookie.
"Let's play again. I'll definitely win next time!" Refusing to admit defeat, Yao Ziyue stared intently into Qing Yuan's eyes.
"No matter how many times we play, it'll be the same." Qing Yuan sighed helplessly. "Zi Yue, I think you should watch some of those tutorial videos on the Magic Phone."
Bad at it yet loved playing it—this was roughly the image Yao Ziyue now had in Qing Yuan's mind.
"Tutorials are boring. Only real combat can truly improve your strength." Yao Ziyue had her own theory as she shook Qing Yuan's arm. "Sister Qing Yuan, one more round."
"Fine, fine, fine." Faced with Yao Ziyue's request, Qing Yuan agreed again and again.
Inside Snow Maple Pavilion's kitchen, waves of enticing fragrance filled the air, enough to make mouths water from the smell alone.
The aroma drifted out through the door and into the corridor outside. Passing attendants could not help stopping in their tracks and quietly discussing it.
"It smells so good. Who's making food in there?"
"The owner of Origin Mall and Yao Ziyan. Yao Ziyan is mainly the one cooking, while the owner seems to be sneaking bites."
"Does that count as sneaking bites? He's eating food he made himself. What's wrong with that?"
"I never thought such important figures could cook, and the most important thing is that it smells so delicious!"
"Don't you have a Magic