In the second-floor kitchen, Jiaoxin moved cautiously, a little frightened by the sputtering oil in the pan. After all, it would burn if it splashed onto her skin, and it was bad for her skin, too. She was not human.
While she was frying tofu, a drop of water slipped into the pan. It immediately crackled, and the noise made the little girl jump.
Watching with interest from the side of the kitchen, Yang Tian smiled. "Xin'er, why don't we forget about it?"
Jiaoxin really was not suited to cooking. After witnessing it firsthand, Yang Tian seemed to understand why the Demon Race did not engage in production.
Jiaoxin could still grow flowers and other things because of her elemental affinity, but the Demon Race's energy was aligned with darkness and destruction. They simply could not grow edible crops.
"No, I want to cook you a meal!" Jiaoxin grew determined and finally used thought power to keep some distance between herself and the pan.
She began controlling the spatula and the ingredients that way.
Before long, a piping-hot meal was ready.
At the table, Yang Tian looked at the half-blackened fried tofu, some green... black vegetables, stir-fried edible demon beast meat, and the other dishes.
There were still a few greasy soot marks on Jiaoxin's forehead, clearly splashed there by accident. She had not noticed them. Propping her little face in her hands, she smiled sweetly, her little blue eyes fixed on Yang Tian as she waited for him to taste her cooking.
Yang Tian controlled a handkerchief beside him and wiped the greasy soot marks from her face.
"I'll dig in, then!" Yang Tian said to the girl whose face was full of anticipation.
Jiaoxin nodded, her little eyes following his chopsticks. Yang Tian picked up a piece of