Qin Zhengyang went to the bathroom while Wu Tian headed to the kitchen.
At the same time, Xia Yumeng also got up. She felt uncomfortable if she didn't have a drink immediately after waking, so she went to the kitchen. When she arrived, she found some ingredients laid out in front of Wu Tian.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?" Wu Tian chuckled. "Mushroom and beef congee."
With that, Wu Tian picked up a kitchen knife. In the next moment, the blade fell.
Xia Yumeng saw only a flash of silver. For a moment, it seemed like nothing had happened. The beef in front of Wu Tian looked completely unchanged.
But Wu Tian's movements didn't stop. He no longer looked like a chef but rather a conductor leading an orchestra. His right hand rose and fell rhythmically, the silver gleam of the blade flashing in and out of sight.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Xia Yumeng asked, dumbfounded.
"Just watch," Wu Tian said, his knife a continuous blur of motion.
