Before they knew it, the New Year had arrived.
This time last year, they had still been fighting bloody battles at Demon-Suppressing Pass. Now, they had a rare chance to slow down and rest a while.
Inside the Small Space.
In the central area, Sun Wen had built a retro-style building. Its exterior looked very elegant, while its interior held an understated luxury.
A few green bamboo stalks stood scattered around the quiet courtyard, along with a rockery and gently flowing water.
A small table stood in the middle of the courtyard, bearing several dishes that lacked color, aroma, and flavor alike, completely at odds with the courtyard's elegance.
An apron tied around his waist, Sun Wen kept bustling about. A moment later, he came out carrying another plate of something pitch-black.
Yu Sheng sat in a chair, silently watching it all.
After a long while...
"Actually... I can cook too."
Unable to hold back any longer, Yu Sheng looked at Sun Wen and spoke.
"I can do this!"
"I said I'd be the chef tonight. Please have faith in my cooking!"
His expression solemn, Sun Wen pushed Yu Sheng back into his chair just as he was about to get up!
For a moment, Yu Sheng grew even more silent.
Looking at the dishes that had been stir-fried into utter disasters, he could only feel a little pained.
In Sin City, cooking food like this would get you beaten to death by your big brother.
From time to time, Sun Wen's startled cries and the sound of breaking plates came from the kitchen. It was lively, at least.
Only an hour later did this ordeal finally end.
Looking at the whole table of "food" he had made, Sun Wen nodded in satisfaction.
"Tonight, there's no cultivation, no world, no