Ye Chuan looked at Fubuki's adorable, prickly expression, as though she wanted to resist but did not dare, and simply sighed helplessly.
"So, what you're saying is..."
He spoke slowly, his tone carrying the air of a closing argument:
"You can't beat me in a fight, and you can't cook, either."
"Then what exactly can you do?"
"I... I..."
Fubuki was completely at a loss for words. At the same time, a jumble of images surfaced in her mind, and her face flushed scarlet with embarrassment.
Ye Chuan sighed and rose from the sofa after all.
"Honestly, you're completely useless."
He looked at Fubuki, whom his words had utterly demolished, and shook his head.
"Forget it. I'll do it myself."
"And let you, a hellish cook who only knows how to use telekinesis to haphazardly mash ingredients together, get a good look at..."
"What real cooking is!"
Ye Chuan decided to go to the supermarket himself to buy the ingredients for tonight's dinner.
However, just as he was about to leave, Fubuki, who had been sitting there sulking all this time, suddenly spoke:
"...Wait."
From her expensive, limited-edition handbag, she took out a pitch-black card bearing an exclusive emblem that looked exceptionally high-end.
Fubuki did not even look at Ye Chuan. She merely tossed the card onto the table and spoke coldly, her tone as haughty as a queen bestowing charity:
"Take it."
"The PIN is my birthday."
"Stop buying cheap, discounted ingredients and lowering my standard of living!"
Ye Chuan looked at the black card on the table, which had no spending limit, then at the adorable woman who still maintained her outward pride, though her ears were already so red they looked ready to bleed.
For the first time, he had an utterly absurd impression.
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