A Bowl of White Rice

Yao Ziyue sighed helplessly. "Looks like I can't go after all."

"Zi Yue, let's go." Standing before the light gate and ready to leave, Elina invited Yao Ziyue.

"Something came up, so I won't be going for now." Yao Ziyue waved her hand and declined.

Because she knew Elina probably had yet to learn of the Sea Demon Queen's decision.

"I see. Then come visit Sea Demon City when you get the chance." With that, she stepped into the light gate.

Yao Ziyue had not yet used her time for the day.

She found a seat and began her usual gaming session.

Luo Chuan watched the scene.

A strange feeling surfaced in his heart.

Was Origin Mall increasingly developing in the direction of an internet café?

And there was Glory, which would soon be finished.

Once it went online, it would feel even more like an internet café.

But Origin Mall had been named a mall from the very beginning.

Besides, only a few months had passed since it opened.

Its chosen path of development had always been cultivation and entertainment.

The current situation was hardly strange.

Luo Chuan stopped thinking about it.

Since he was in a good mood, he entered the game development space and began refining Glory.

At the current pace, Luo Chuan felt it should take another three or four days...

Yuan Gui felt "himself" lift the lid of the pot before him.

A burst of mist rushed into his face, hazy and obscuring his sight.

The mist carried a faint fragrance. It was not rich, yet it could not be ignored.

Like the finishing stroke that brought a dragon to life in a painting, it made one's eyes light up.

When the mist dispersed, the scene inside the pot unfolded before him.

A bowl of