After playing Dou Dizhu for about half an hour, Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun could no longer bear their hunger. After saying goodbye to Luo Chuan, they went out to find something to eat.
Luo Chuan stood up and stretched, beginning to look forward to what Yao Ziyan would make for lunch.
The unknown was often the most eagerly anticipated.
Just like a 2D card-drawing game—you never knew which waifu you would pull next.
Something about that seemed a little off, but that was the general idea.
After thinking for a moment, Luo Chuan decided to go take a look in the kitchen. Perhaps he could help with something.
However, just as he was about to leave the hall, a faint, muffled explosion sounded out. Judging from its direction...
It seemed to have come from the kitchen.
So what exactly had Yao Ziyan made?
Wait, perhaps it had not been Yao Ziyan. He seemed to have seen Yao Ziyue following Yao Ziyan there earlier.
Luo Chuan decided to go have a look.
The attendants of Snow Maple Pavilion were already accustomed to this, and none of them gathered around as they had in the past.
They could not eat any of it anyway, so what was the point of coming over?
As Luo Chuan walked down the corridor leading to the kitchen, the enticing scent of food drifted faintly through the air, making him feel even hungrier.
If he paid close attention, though, he could vaguely pick out a strange odor mixed in.
As if something had been burnt.
Mm... so what exactly had Yao Ziyue made?
As sisters, Yao Ziyue and Yao Ziyan could not be complete opposites in terms of cooking, could they?
Luo Chuan was curious.
Lost in such wild thoughts, he finally arrived at the kitchen.