Lanchi and Talia Had No Chemistry Whatsoever

A room at the very end of the second-floor corridor of Cat Boss Restaurant.

Today's aromatherapy was a blend of lavender, sweet orange, and vetiver.

Lavender helped with sleep and anxiety, sweet orange lifted the mood, and vetiver further enhanced relaxation. Together, they helped relieve the day's stress and promote deep sleep.

Ever since Hughberlian had moved into Talia's home, Talia had noticed that Hughberlian slept poorly, so she would always replace the household aromatherapy with a more soothing blend.

But.

At that moment, the moods of the two people in Talia's home couldn't have been farther from calm.

After a violent explosion bursting with the smell of gunpowder, the spacious worktable fell silent once more.

"Why did it explode again?"

Talia glared daggers at Lanchi.

"It's not, bro..."

Lanchi looked away, as if he had a grievance but didn't know how to voice it.

"Go on, then. What are you trying to say?"

Talia tapped the tabletop and asked.

"...I think you're kind of funny."

Lanchi pursed his lips and muttered.

"Say that one more time."

"I won't."

At the table, Talia continued her one-sided scolding of Lanchi.

Lanchi wanted to talk back, but he didn't quite dare.

It was already three or four in the afternoon.

Cat Boss watched the two people by the table. By now, it was no longer as startled by Lanchi's cards exploding as it had been at first.

Perhaps it had simply gotten used to Lanchi, or perhaps it had grown accustomed to watching him make cards beside it every day.

But Tata had always disciplined Lanchi's card making with the harshness of a demon instructor. She absolutely refused to let Lanchi blow up cards recklessly, especially in her home.

It lay on the floor like that, listening to the two of them