Ever since Xu Xin moved all the company's operations into the Virtual Universe, she had left their real-world business in the hands of their eldest son, Luo Ping.
When Luo Feng's two sons, Xue Xi and Luo Ping, left Earth, she had held them both in her arms. Back then, they'd still been tiny babies. She hadn't imagined that a few hundred years would pass in the blink of an eye, and now Luo Ping was the head of the Luo Family and had even founded the Pan-Galaxy Beverage Company.
One day, while teaching her foolish apprentice how to cook, Xue Xi received a request from Luo Ping to visit. She accepted immediately. "Sure. I'm in Gourmet Hometown right now. I'll send you my coordinates. We can meet here."
"Got it, Aunt Xue," Luo Ping replied.
The word "Aunt" left Xue Xi dazed. With a sharp chop, she cut her finger and knocked a chip out of the cleaver. Her silly, sweet apprentice's eyes welled up with tears. "Master, that's the fifty-second cleaver you've broken. I'm almost out of bonus money."
Xue Xi coughed twice and tossed away the damaged cleaver, muttering, "Honestly, it's all the game designers' fault. Three Universe Crystals for an ordinary cleaver? What a rip-off. It's fine, sweetheart. Use the wooden knife I gave you for the competition. Keep practicing. Master's going to entertain a junior."
With that, she turned and hurried out of the kitchen. Tang Xiaoyou could only buy another cleaver from the store, tears in her eyes. As she chopped, she gritted her teeth as if the vegetables on the board were her mortal enemies. "Stupid master! She says you have to use a purchased cleaver for everyday practice, but the wooden knife works just fine! She's only trying to swindle my pocket