The confrontation continued.
The two of them worked with remarkable culinary skill, blades flashing and movements crisp, yet the atmosphere between them grew increasingly tense. Their gazes collided again and again, sparks flying invisibly in the air.
It was exactly like the way she stared at the last remaining piece of meat on a plate.
She had also never seen Haoran this absorbed before. His expression was calm yet solemn, as if he were handling something of great importance. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought he was performing some crucial ritual rather than slicing meat.
"Why the long face? Got diarrhea?"
A voice suddenly cut into her thoughts.
Chunhua turned her head and saw Grandpa Trident standing behind her.
"Grandpa, you're done sightseeing already?"
When they had first entered the dungeon, Grandpa Trident had immediately separated from them, muttering that the place felt strangely familiar, as though he had been there before.
