After the Goddess of Life's divine body dissipated and she completely returned to the God Realm, the lingering sacred aura in the courtyard slowly faded, and the lively, relaxed atmosphere once again enveloped the entire residence.
With the farce over, everyone finally calmed down.
Li Changsheng could not be bothered to deal with Xiao Hongchen's clowning anymore. He turned and headed straight for the residence's separate kitchen, ready to cook.
This private residence had every facility one could need. The kitchenware was clean and new, its ingredients were well stocked, and fresh produce was regularly kept on hand, enough to start cooking at any time.
Seeing this, Jiang Nannan immediately hurried after him and volunteered to help, preparing ingredients and washing the vegetables.
Gentle, virtuous, diligent, and sensible by nature, she had long been accustomed to such everyday domestic work. Naturally, she would not just stand aside and wait for a free meal.
The remaining three, on the other hand, were complete amateurs.
Ye Guyi had devoted herself to cultivation and battle since childhood. Sacred light, slaughter, and cultivation had been her lifelong companions; she had never touched so much as a trace of kitchen work.
She knew absolutely nothing about mundane tasks such as washing and chopping vegetables or starting a fire to cook, and had no idea where to begin.
As the gifted heirs of a top sect family, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen had been clothed in finery and fed lavishly since childhood, surrounded by servants and waited on hand and foot. They had never even let their fingers touch cold water.
Forget cooking—even washing or picking vegetables was something they had never done themselves.
The three stood at the kitchen door, looking at one another. In the end, they could only obediently stop there and honestly