"Luo Chuan, help me bring over the honey from there."
"Alright, this one?"
"Mm, put some into the pot."
"How much?"
"As much as needed. If you want it sweeter, add more; if you don't want it too sweet, add less."
Yao Ziyan gave a simple explanation. In this regard, she still trusted Luo Chuan.
After all, lazy as the boss might be, he was far better at cooking than Yao Ziyue. At the very least, the food he made could be called delicious.
Of course, that only applied to simple dishes.
Luo Chuan had never learned to make anything complicated, nor did he have any interest in learning, because he believed in one truth—high-end ingredients often required only the simplest cooking methods.
Yao Ziyan ladled some into a bowl, blew on it softly a few times, and tasted it. A satisfied smile soon appeared on her face.
"Not bad. It should be ready after a little while longer."
"I'm not needed anymore, right?" Without waiting for Yao Ziyan's answer, Luo Chuan found himself a seat and sat down. He needed to rest.
"No, no." Yao Ziyan stood with her hands on her hips, feeling that Luo Chuan's laziness had flared up again.
But this was the boss she knew.
"Hey, Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan. Yesterday, I read a very interesting story in a book."
Yao Ziyan suddenly remembered something and casually sat down beside Luo Chuan.
"What story?"
Luo Chuan reached out and gently stroked the soft, cool hair of the girl beside him, feeling it glide through his fingers.
"Don't fool around." Yao Ziyan slapped Luo Chuan's hand away and shook her head. "It was a book I borrowed from Anno. One of the stories inside was about the origin of this world."
"Tell me more." Luo Chuan