Winter rain fell without end.
Fine raindrops wove themselves into a net, shrouding the entire world. Everywhere the eye could see was misty and blurred, while heavy black clouds churned overhead. Stare at them too long, and even one's mood became oppressed.
After the last customer left the store, Luo Chuan closed the door.
The world fell quiet.
Since he had nothing better to do, Luo Chuan decided to go upstairs and take a look. Perhaps he could help with something.
The facts proved that he had overthought it.
There was no need for him to intervene at all. Yao Ziyan had already completed many tasks in an orderly fashion by herself.
Compared to the God of Destiny, perhaps the God of Cooking suited her better?
For no reason at all, such a thought surfaced in Luo Chuan's mind.
However, not many customers had seen the scene before them, so it was only natural that they had never thought of that.
"Boss, let's go."
Yao Ziyan's words interrupted Luo Chuan's wandering thoughts.
While he had been lost in thought, everything had already been finished.
Very good. As expected of my Yao Ziyan.
"Actually, there's a question I've wanted to ask for a while." As they went downstairs, Luo Chuan could not help asking.
"What question?"
Yao Ziyan looked back at him. Luo Chuan was actually a little worried that she might miss a step.
But remembering Yao Ziyan's cultivation as a Venerable, that worry seemed unnecessary.
"You seem to be able to use spiritual power to control these, right?" Luo Chuan gestured with his eyes toward the food and tableware in her hands.
As a Venerable, using spiritual power to manipulate a few objects was an absurdly simple matter, much like eating and drinking.
"Of course." Yao Ziyan nodded.
"Then