Hmm—
Ailisha exclaimed, pointing at the sparkling granules on the surface of the hot rice.
"What are these?!"
"Seaweed Flavor Bombs—"
Xia Yu smiled.
"When did you master the techniques of molecular cooking?" Ailisha eyed him suspiciously.
Waving his hand, since this visit was for a supplemental lesson, Xia Yu didn't plan on elaborating. He had already decided to first use a strong dose to instantly breach Ailisha's defenses, and then, to turn her stubborn "materialism" concept on its head.
Otherwise, Ailisha would be forever blocked by a grand gateway.
Accepting the lunch box forcefully pushed toward her, Ailisha felt its heat, her hand shaking a bit as she cast a reproachful glance at him.
But she was quickly captivated by the delicious aroma wafting from the box.
Holding her chopsticks, she brought some rice to her mouth.
She chewed it just slightly.
Thump!
Ailisha's hand holding the chopsticks twitched like it had been electrocuted.
