It took him more than an hour to understand each detail, and once he felt he had grasped everything he needed, he slowly walked out of the bedroom and moved toward the backyard of his mansion. When he reached it, he struck a pose and began chanting the mantra. The process took him four full hours, and by the end he started to feel a cool sensation in his body—especially in his broken hand. The refreshing feeling grew stronger, and the pain in his hand gradually faded. After another hour, faint cracking sounds came from the bones of his injured hand. Though skeptical that it was truly healing, he still wanted to test it.
He moved his hand. It was cured. A miracle. No pain, no discomfort—his broken hand had returned to normal. He unwrapped the bandages, removed the hand supporter, and tossed them into the dustbin. Realizing dawn was only an hour away, he stopped practicing and returned to his room for a short nap. Technically, he no longer needed rest, as his brain was nourished by pure spiritual energy.
Even though his body was in peak condition, mental exhaustion lingered, and he slept for four hours straight. In his dream, however, he heard a voice from the void:
"Kid, I made a mistake while writing your Talaraata (destiny). That mistake made you an anomaly in your world. I hope you use my mistake to live your life fully—or cause unnecessary trouble for me. I will wait and see how you walk your path."
Chaithanya heard every word, his brows twitching. Suddenly, a knock came at the door, waking him. His eyes carried no trace of fatigue; he didn't look like someone who had just woken up. Strangely, he couldn't remember a single word he had heard from the void.
He walked to the door and opened it with his healed hand. She noticed immediately but said nothing—she was already accustomed to such things. Lifting her head with a deadpan expression, she said, "Go get ready. I'll wait for you in the main hall." Without another word, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Chaithanya thought her deadpan face looked funny, but he didn't linger on it. He went to the restroom, freshened up, and quickly dressed before heading toward the main hall.
"Have you had breakfast?" Chaithanya asked after sitting across from her on the sofa.
"I'm done. What about you?" Xiuying asked casually.
"No, I haven't. Let's go eat at Sis Xia's restaurant. Since we're frequent visitors, let's ask for a discount this time," Chaithanya said as he rose from the sofa.
"Are you serious? Do you lack money? Why on earth do you want a discount?" Xiuying stared at him, briefly questioning the meaning of life after hearing his words.
He put on a face mask and black sunglasses, then mounted his low-key bike. Xiuying said nothing and simply sat behind him, and together they drove to Sis Xia's Dragon Broth Restaurant.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived. After parking the bike near the entrance, they walked inside. Spotting them, Sis Xia hurried forward and warmly welcomed them.
"Sis Xia, you don't need to do this every time we come. I'm not some big shot—I'm just an ordinary person like you," Chaithanya said with a smile.
"Little brother, what are you saying? Every customer is a big shot in my eyes. And since you're my little brother, I need to give you special care—like an elder sister," Sis Xia said, tightly holding his hand between her twin peaks.
Chaithanya enjoyed this boldness. In his past life, he had never even dared to look directly at a girl, let alone be this close. His body heat spiked, but he kept control, thinking, Elder sister, keep giving me your care. I like it so much.
"Thank you for your care, Sis Xia," Chaithanya said with a knowing smile.
"Sis Xia, I want to try something new today. Could your chef prepare an Indian breakfast for me?" he asked, his eyes bright with expectation. Nothing, in his mind, could beat an Indian breakfast.
Sis Xia found the request unusual but didn't dwell on it. People had different tastes, and trying food from other countries was common.
"Alright, leave it to me. What about you, sister?" she asked politely.
"You can call me Xiuying," she replied.
"So, Xiuying—what would you like to eat?" Sis Xia asked, her seductive air shifting to that of a professional manager.
"I'd like sweet tofu," Xiuying said.
"Okay." Sis Xia nodded, called over a server, and placed the orders before guiding them to a well-lit, comfortable dining area.
Ten minutes later, steaming dishes began arriving one after another. Chaithanya's eyes widened as the aroma of Indian breakfast hit him: dosa topped with egg roast and red onion chutney, sprinkled evenly with pappula podi (chutney powder). The mouth-watering fragrance made his eyes water. No matter how good foreign dishes tasted, nothing compared to the food of his hometown.
Xiuying, who had ordered sweet tofu, was also tempted by the irresistible smell of the egg dosa. Noticing her gaze, Chaithanya reluctantly tore off a small piece, placed it on her plate, and said, "Eat it with your fingers instead of chopsticks."
Xiuying hesitated—she had never eaten using her fingers—but the aroma was too enticing. She set down her chopsticks, copied Chaithanya, dipped the piece in groundnut chutney, and placed it in her mouth. The moment she tasted it, her eyes lit up.
"This egg dosa tastes amazing!" she exclaimed.
"Of course it does," Chaithanya replied proudly.
"Why are you proud? I praised an Indian dish, not a Chinese one," Xiuying shot back, speechless at his smug expression.
"Because it was made by our Chinese chef," Chaithanya said in a matter-of-fact tone. Ten minutes later, both of them finished eating, washed their hands, and went to pay the bill.
Chaithanya shamelessly looked at Sis Xia and asked, "I'll be your frequent customer. Can you give me a discount, Sis Xia?"
"Of course. Just consider this meal on me—a small treat from an elder sister to her little brother and his girlfriend," Sis Xia said, her seductive look returning.
Xiuying blushed deeply at the word girlfriend. She thought, "Do you really think I'm qualified to be his girlfriend? I'm just his secretary" She shook her head, a disappointed expression on her face.