Brother, the Kitchen Is Toxic-And There's Vinegar Too!

Dawn had just broken.

The scrape of brooms against the stone-paved street reached Su Chen's ears.

It was not just one.

More than a dozen scraped back and forth across the long street, rising and falling in succession.

He pushed open the second-floor window.

The scorch marks from last night's lightning strike remained, but the rubble had already been gathered by the roadside. Seven or eight neighborhood residents crouched on the ground, using worn brooms and wooden shovels to slowly clean up the aftermath.

At the street corner, the wonton stall had been set up again.

The old woman who had been scared pale yesterday now hunched over her pot, skillfully dropping wontons into the boiling water.

At the steps before the Abyss Court outpost, there was an extra basket of vegetables and more than a dozen eggs, covered with oiled paper and left without a name.

Su Chen watched for over ten seconds before closing the window.

Jiang Tieyi's booming voice came from downstairs.

"Who put these eggs here? Who are a dozen eggs supposed to feed?"

Mo Qianye's voice followed immediately after, every word carrying a metallic chill.

"Enough for a normal person."

"I'm a normal person."

"You eat eight bowls of noodles in one meal. What law says you count as normal?"

Su Chen ignored the bickering downstairs.

He caught a scent.

It was not the fragrance of breakfast.

It was the scent of... a kitchen at war.

He went downstairs and turned into the dining room.

The table was full of dishes.

Four dishes and a soup, exquisitely arranged and steaming hot.

Chu Yao had changed into a light cyan dress, her long hair loosely pinned up to reveal a section of her fair, slender neck. She stood with her arms folded against the stove, her