I, Mo Yi, will always be a devoted fan of Divine Himeko! JPG! (Continued)

Fu Hua's strong hands would be wasted if they weren't used to knead meat filling. What a waste of the talent Heaven had given her.

Fu Hua: "..."

"Leave it to me—"

Mo Yi and Fu Hua's strange actions quickly drew over the people who had been grilling and having fun.

"Mo Yi, what are you doing?"

Ji Anya held the chicken drumstick she had taken a bite from up to Mo Yi's mouth as he kneaded the dough.

"I'm making a hometown dish, an old memory I've never forgotten."

Wontons were food from Mo Yi's hometown in his previous life.

The same was true for Fu Hua.

Compared to a disciple, Fu Hua had raised Cheng Lixue more like a daughter. Though she spent most of every year away on missions, protecting Shenzhou, she would return to Cheng Lixue's home every year-end and make her a bowl of wontons. When Cheng Lixue grew older, Fu Hua taught her how to make them, and they made them together.

It could be said that they were something precious that carried countless memories and feelings between them.

After hearing Mo Yi say that, Ji Anya, Mei, and the others all became interested. They came over one after another, wanting to make wontons with Mo Yi.

"Class Monitor, let me help. I'm best at jobs that need muscle—"

Ji Anya walked over, intending to help Fu Hua prepare the meat filling.

Seeing everyone, Fu Hua could not help feeling as if something she had lost long ago had returned to her side.

"Don't make trouble. Listen to me—"

Mo Yi grabbed Ji Anya with one hand. She usually made more of a mess when helping, and the only job she was suited for in the kitchen was taste-testing—stealing food. "Follow my steps. If