Master Wang comfortably lies in a massage chair specially prepared for the Battle Girl.
Lingtong, wearing only simple underwear, hums a casual tune, demonstrating to Wang Jixuan the bit of cooking skills she's learned over the past few months.
A small projection screen on the front end of her silver mechanical arm displays the recipe process.
Even this simple indoor stove is powered by her mechanical arm.
It's quite rare;
Beside her, inhaling the fresh fragrance from her hair, Wang Jixuan can relax and not think about anything.
The Daoist, with his eyes closed, says, "No need to busy yourself, I won't starve to death without food right now."
"I deliberately learned it."
Lingtong simply replies,
"Although Ms. Wan suggested I cook wearing nothing but a small apron for unexpected effects, I'm still... well, a bit resistant to such things.
"Probably because I'm inherently conservative."
Wang Jixuan blinks his eyes.
