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Kitchen, a rich fragrance.
Meat soup is simmering in the pot.
Two people, one big and one small, are busy with their tasks, planning to work together to cook tonight's feast.
Lu Xun rolls up his sleeves, revealing two muscular arms, holding the pot with one hand, and wielding a spatula with the other, quickly stir-frying. The steam rises with a sizzling sound, and the aroma fills the air.
Beside him, Xie Manyu leans against the chopping board, her little hands clumsily slicing potatoes with a "thok thok thok" sound.
"Are the potatoes chopped?" Lu Xun asks without turning his head, as he flips the pan. A delicious dish of stir-fried green peppers and meat is ready, "I'm done here, hurry up."
"Almost done, I'm trying!" She hears the urging and becomes flustered.
Buzz!
Suddenly, Lu Xun's sense of crisis intensifies, a strong premonition of danger escalates, making his hair stand on end, as if expecting something bad to happen.
"Ah~"
