Origin Mall's kitchen.
Yao Ziyue stood nearby, watching eagerly as Yao Ziyan prepared the food.
Under the control of spiritual power, the knives danced like graceful sprites. Vigorous flames licked at the ingredients, while the meat porridge in the clay pot bubbled away...
Elegant, and brimming with beauty.
Like a feast of art.
Yao Ziyue unconsciously swallowed. Even though it was not yet finished, the enticing aroma had already made her stomach protest in waves.
Her hand moved of its own accord, slowly reaching forward.
"Zi Yue."
The light voice sounded beside her ear, yet it made Yao Ziyue withdraw her hand as if she had been shocked.
Ever since she had caused an explosion on one occasion, Yao Ziyan had forbidden her from touching any kitchen utensils whenever she was present.
Yao Ziyue pouted, her words full of dissatisfaction. "Sister, I think you have a huge misunderstanding about me."
"No." Yao Ziyan did not even turn her head.
"You obviously do!"
"No means no. Or are you saying I remembered that explosion wrong?"
Yao Ziyan glanced back at her. Her tone remained mild, but Yao Ziyue froze, swallowing every word she had meant to say next.
"Th-That was so long ago!"
Yao Ziyue retorted, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Fine, fine, I was wrong, all right?" Yao Ziyan gently patted Yao Ziyue's head. "Then I'll leave the rest to you."
"Huh?" Yao Ziyue's eyes widened in surprise.
"Just kidding." Yao Ziyan smiled. "Go bring me the tableware over there."
Yao Ziyue agreed repeatedly and hurried off to keep herself busy.
Yao Ziyan could have handled these things herself, but Yao Ziyue needed some sense of involvement. Otherwise, she would certainly feel unhappy.
"It feels like you and the boss are about to forget Origin Mall entirely."
Yao Ziyue secretly