"Yeah, you really get tired of eating too much of it."

"So, Sister Xia Hua, do you have any other dishes? I'd like to order something."

Xia Hua pinched Yan Shiying's little ear, "You're really dreaming."

"Sister Xia Hua, please stop pinching me, it hurts."

"What do you want to eat? You can order whatever you want, but whether I cook it or not is my business."

Yan Shiying was somewhat disappointed. "Oh, okay then."

"If you want to eat it, that's fine. You can learn to make it yourself. Maybe it will taste even better than mine."

Yan Shiying pointed to her nose, "Learn to cook? Can I do that? I'm still so young?"

"Why can't you? You may be small, but you can grow bigger, right? You can still move around. As long as you master the techniques, cooking is actually very simple. As long as it's cooked through, it's fine. Whether it tastes good or not depends on the individual."

"After hearing what you said, Sister Xia Hua, I feel like I can do it too."

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"You'll understand just by listening?"

Yan Shiying nodded, "Yes, Sister Xia Hua, I feel like I've got it now."

Xia Hua was speechless upon hearing this.

"Well, now that you know how, why don't you cook for yourself?"

Now?

Xia Hua nodded, "Yes."

"I'll do it now."

"Um."

Before long, Yan Shiying got stuck on ignition.

"Sister Xia Hua, how do you light this? I don't know how to use it." He said, handing the lighter to Xia Hua.

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"Nobody uses this to start fires anymore. Don't you know fire magic?"

"ah???"

Yan Shiying looked bewildered and gave an awkward laugh, "Hehe, I forgot about that."

"Okay, then hurry up and light the fire."

"Okay, coming right away."

"Okay, hurry up, it should be lunchtime in about three hours."

Looking at the pile of dark, gooey stuff, Xia Hua thought to herself, "I knew it! How could anyone be so gifted that they could cook just by listening to her? Even if they did manage to cook it, the way it looks would be enough to kill someone!"

If anyone dares to eat this pile of dark stuff, she will kneel down before them and acknowledge them as a hero.

"Sister Xia Hua, why is what I made different from what you made?" As she spoke, she picked up a piece of black charcoal that she didn't know what it was and put it in her mouth, chewing it.

Xia Hua saw it, and her brows furrowed, her expression quite varied.

A short while later, Yan Shiying vomited.

"Ugh... How can this taste so awful?"

Xia Hua burst out laughing, "You see this and you still dare to eat it? Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea?"

"I thought it was just ugly, but I didn't expect it to taste bad too."

"Okay, okay."

Yan Shiying sighed and said, "I thought cooking was easy, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

"So, do you still want to learn?"

"You must learn it."

"Okay then, from now on when I'm cooking, you can be my little assistant."

"That's okay too."

From then on, Xia Hua had a little tail following her.

Yan Mengying was a little troubled. She wanted to cook, but she didn't want to get tired. Watching Xia Hua cook, she felt exhausted. She had to stir-fry here and wash there, and also wave pots and pans around. She felt that she couldn't do it herself, so she gave up.

Ignoring them all, he went straight to find Zuo Qingya.

"Sister, sister."

Zuo Qingya asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just came to visit you, is that not allowed?"

"That's possible, but I need to prepare for my cultivation."

"Sister, why are you so curly-haired too? It makes me feel so useless."

"If you don't want to be crippled, then why don't you just follow along and cultivate?"

Yan Mengying sighed.

"What's wrong? Why are you sighing?"

"Sister, actually I'm quite curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"I'm curious how you cultivate. Mom said you can cultivate while lying down, is that right?"

Zuo Qingya nodded, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Oh, sister, I really envy you."

"What's there to envy? I envy you more. You were able to run, jump, and talk from birth."

"Oh, what's so enviable about that? Isn't that something everyone can do?"

"Who said everyone can do that?"

Isn't that how it always is?

Zuo Qingya sighed and said, "When my sister was little, she couldn't walk until she was one year old."

"Why?"

Zuo Qingya didn't know what to say, so she could only play parenting videos for Yan Mengying.

After watching the video, Yan Mengying finally understood that she was actually very special. She never imagined that children in the past were so fragile, as if they would collapse at the slightest touch.

What are your thoughts after watching it?

"Yeah, it just feels like kids in the past were too fragile, they'd fall over at the slightest touch."

"Um."

"Sister, were you always this weak?"

Zuo Qingya nodded, "Yes."

"Sister, do you still remember yourself when you were little?"

Zuo Qingya shook her head, "I don't remember many things; I've forgotten most of them as I've gotten older."

"Okay then, I won't bother you any longer, I'm going to cultivate now."

Zuo Qingya nodded, "Okay, go ahead."

After Yan Mengying left, Zuo Qingya returned to her own consciousness space and began to perform those actions.

"Hey, Zuo Qingya, are you trying to kill me? Why are you messing with my vegetables? They've only just started to grow."

Upon hearing the voice, Zuo Qingya snapped out of her reverie and saw the little ginseng cursing at her.

Looking at the mess around her, Zuo Qingya touched her nose sheepishly.

"Um, little ginseng, I didn't mean to."

The little ginseng waved its hand, "I don't care if you did it on purpose or not. If you ruin it, you have to compensate me for my vegetable garden."

"Huh? How will you compensate me?"

The little ginseng stretched out its hand, "Do you still have those seeds from last time? Give me some more, and I'll forgive you."

Hearing this, Zuo Qingya rolled her eyes. She really does like seeds.

Zuo Qingya did not refuse and directly took out a few rare seeds from her consciousness space and handed them to the little ginseng.

Here, take it.

Upon seeing the seeds in Zuo Qingya's hand, the little ginseng's eyes lit up.

He grabbed the few rare seeds from Zuo Qingya's hand and ran away, as if afraid that Zuo Qingya would change her mind.

Seeing the little ginseng run away, Zuo Qingya shook her head and returned to her room.

She destroyed the old mobile home space capsules, and the house Zuo Qingya lives in now is one of the palaces she brought in.

Looking at the antique buildings, Zuo Qingya was somewhat moved, thinking that the craftsmen who built them were truly first-rate.

Zuo Qingya lay on the bed and fell asleep immediately. As soon as she fell asleep, her skin twitched twice, and she came out on her own.

The more dark skin Zuo Qingya had, the more spiritual energy she absorbed.

One by one, the lively spirit of the emojis rushed and playfully entered Zuo Qingya's body.