"Why are these dishes..." Looking at the dishes on the table, Mo Tian was puzzled, but he couldn't help swallowing.

The aroma wafted through the air, instantly awakening Mo Tian's taste buds. Mo Tian felt that these dishes were very much to her liking.

Mo Tian smacked his lips, then licked them, his focused gaze fixed on the food plate in front of him.

This is a bit scary. How could I have such a strong craving for this junk food? Looking at it from another angle, what terrible thing did I experience recently?

Mo Tian's unusual expression caught Qiao Mei's attention.

"My benefactor, please don't be offended. I asked you all this while you were asleep, standing right next to you. I also made all this food myself, though I haven't cooked in a long time," she said, ladling two bowls of rice from the large pot and placing one in front of herself and Mo Tian. Qiao Mei sat down opposite them, picked up her chopsticks, and pointed at the food on the plate with the tips. "Try it and see how it tastes?"

At this moment, Song Hye-kyo's hair was neatly combed, and she had a gentle smile on her face. Her demeanor was generous, a far cry from her previous frivolousness, and she no longer had the appearance of a shrew.

Although the food in front of me is not as good as the spiritual fruit, my stomach is growling, and I have to eat something to replenish my energy.

After staring at the food for a long time, Mo Tian finally couldn't resist and reached for the fried fish with his chopsticks...

"Hmm, although it's a little salty, it's actually quite crunchy." With a bite of rice and a bite of fish, Mo Tian finished the bowl in no time without even looking up.

It must be said that, compared to spiritual fruits, these earthly foods seem to be more challenging for the taste buds.

"I'm glad you like it." Qiao Mei nodded and started eating as well.

The two of them sat there eating, looking just like a warm and loving brother and sister at the dinner table.

Soon, with his stomach bulging, Mo Tian put down his chopsticks and let out a satisfied burp. He looked up at Qiao Mei and said, "Why are you like a different person after you got beaten up...?"

"Well, well, how should I put this?" Qiao Mei shook her head, put down her chopsticks, and sighed softly. "It's a long story. I only came to my senses today. It's all because I was lucky to meet you."

Before, I was always in a daze, and most of the time, I didn't even know what I was doing.

Going back many years, after my mother gave birth to me and passed away, my father and I depended on each other for survival. He acted as both father and mother to me and doted on me in every way, granting almost every request.

As I grew up, my father remained engrossed in a particular hobby: he was so passionate about studying illusion that he became almost obsessively absorbed in it.

Over time, he naturally neglected my growth, and my temper gradually worsened. I became more and more distant from him, but I remained filled with curiosity about his illusions. Illusions were truly amazing; for example, his paper figures could run on the ground, and burning flames could guide the way… Of course, these were the simplest illusions.

However, even this little trick is very mysterious to me.

But my father never let me into his cave, saying it was too dangerous for me to survive there. The more he did this, the more curious I became. Eventually, I got a chance and secretly followed him a few times. I discovered that he had many strange things there, little things in bottles that smelled delicious. I've always been a foodie, and when I smelled that aroma, I couldn't resist. I picked up a little with my fingertip and sucked on it...