Shen Qianqian knew the two people were busy in the kitchen.
So when Shen Yiyue was just about to reach the kitchen door, she ran over and opened it.
Sure enough, Ji Mengyao and Wu Di were standing outside.
Unusually, Ji Mengyao wasn't wearing her baseball cap today, probably because she was coming for dinner, though she still had her signature golden braids.
She wore a white tank top and light blue shorts, exuding a youthful and lively energy.
Surprisingly, Wu Di wasn't wearing his eternal suit either, but had changed into fresh, casual clothes and was sporting rose-gold rimmed glasses.
He looked refined yet boyish, though unfortunately maintained his poker face.
It reminded one of those gloomy top students who spend all day buried in their studies.
"We're here~~"
Ji Mengyao cutely made a 'Y' sign with her hand, greeting Shen Qianqian at the door and Shen Yiyue at the kitchen entrance.
"Please have a seat, we're still preparing!"
Shen Yiyue greeted them before turning back to help Ning Yu with the cooking.
"Hello, big brother and sister!"
Shen Qianqian also politely greeted the two.
"Are you two a couple? You look so good together!"
She blinked her innocent eyes, looking at the man and woman who had just entered - one pretty and cute, the other handsome albeit a bit stiff.
The two seemed quite familiar and close with each other.
"C-c-c-couple?"
Ji Mengyao had just brought in her private collection of drinks and beverages when she was suddenly ambushed by Shen Qianqian's question.
Her face turned bright red and she started stammering.
Seeing Ji Mengyao's reaction, Shen Qianqian realized she might have said something wrong.
"Ah! Never mind! Please come in~~"
She hurriedly started looking for slippers for them, acting as if nothing had happened.
Ji Mengyao glanced at Wu Di, who maintained his innocent, expressionless face.
"Hey, dummy, you're blocking my way."
She poked Wu Di in embarrassment, urging him to put on the slippers and go in.
"Hold these!"
She shoved the plastic bags with drinks into Wu Di's hands and followed him inside.
Wu Di quickly walked over and started arranging the various drinks they brought on the dining table.
His movements were precise and mechanical, like a bartender.
As Ji Mengyao had mentioned earlier, they brought low-alcohol, visually appealing sparkling drinks.
The colorful array made for a beautiful display on the dining table.
Shen Qianqian was immediately drawn to the colorful "drinks" on the table and called out to the kitchen:
"Sister!! Can I drink those?"
"No! Children aren't allowed to drink alcohol."
Shen Yiyue's merciless rejection came from the kitchen, instantly deflating Shen Qianqian's excited expression.
"Do you need any help?"
Ji Mengyao curiously asked the two busy people in the kitchen.
"No need~ We can't have guests helping out."
Ning Yu, wearing an apron and marinating meat, turned around and smiled at her.
"OK~"
"Hmm... I thought Shen Yiyue would be the head chef, didn't expect it to be Ning Yu..."
She nodded and mumbled something as she walked out.
Shen Yiyue heard this and could only smile awkwardly, then looked at Ning Yu who was still focused on preparing ingredients.
She went over and thoughtfully tucked a few strands of Ning Yu's hair behind her ear to keep them from falling into the food.
Then she stood beside her and asked softly:
"Ning Yu... could you teach me how to cook sometime?"
Ning Yu was surprised by this sudden request and turned to look at her:
"Sure, but why are you asking this all of a sudden..."
"Not telling!"
Having gotten Ning Yu's agreement, Shen Yiyue just smiled and turned back to continue helping with the preparations.
......
The dining table was now laden with an impressive spread - appetizing cold dishes, simple vegetable dishes, and several main courses.
Everything was impeccably presented in terms of color, appearance, and aroma, perfectly arranged in a circle on the table.
The five of them sat around the table ready to eat. Everyone except Shen Qianqian, who had orange juice, was drinking the alcohol Ji Mengyao had brought.
Ning Yu's glass contained a light red drink - she had specifically chosen the strawberry passion fruit flavor.
"Cheers!"
Everyone except Wu Di had bright smiles as they clinked their glasses together.
The scene before them felt not like the apocalyptic world they lived in, but rather like a normal, pleasant gathering at a friend's house for a party.
"Mmm!! This is delicious!!!"
Ji Mengyao's eyes widened as she exclaimed after putting a piece of braised pork in her mouth.
"I had no idea Ning Yu was such a good cook! Whoever marries her will be super lucky~"
She couldn't help but sigh in appreciation.
Faced with such direct praise, Ning Yu could only smile shyly, not knowing what to say.
She had never experienced anything like this before - sitting together with close friends, sharing a meal.
Everyone was drinking, chatting, and gossiping, enjoying a wonderful and lively evening.
For a moment, she seemed to fall into a kind of trance.
She wondered if she could have lived like a normal person all along?
This kind of happiness had seemed so out of reach that she had never even imagined it, yet here it was happening right before her eyes.
Ning Yu was struck by a surreal feeling: what if everything happening right now was just a dream?
Would she wake up tomorrow back in her cold hideout apartment, waiting for the organization's next orders?
If that were true, was she dreaming about Shen Yiyue and Ji Mengyao, or were they dreaming about her?
Would this dream... ever end?
"Ning Yu? Ning Yu?"
Shen Yiyue, sitting next to Ning Yu, noticed that her silver-haired companion had fallen into some kind of daze.
She picked up some braised pork and vegetables, placing them in Ning Yu's bowl.
Then she waved her hand in front of Ning Yu's eyes, trying to snap her out of it.
"Sister, you're playing favorites! Why are you only getting food for Ning Yu and not me! Am I not your sister anymore..."
Beside them, Shen Qianqian puffed her cheeks while drinking her orange juice, protesting against her sister's apparent favoritism.
Shen Yiyue turned her head and glanced at Shen Qianqian:
"I told you, you're temporarily expelled from sisterhood!"
Ji Mengyao was also whispering something to Wu Di, seemingly complaining:
"Look at Ning Yu, and then look at yourself - all you can make is instant noodles! And you always add too much seasoning!"
Ning Yu suddenly snapped out of her reverie, taking in the warm scene before her:
Everyone joking with each other, the warm lighting over the dining table filling the nighttime apartment with a cozy, homey atmosphere.
She quickly ate the food Shen Yiyue had placed in her bowl, then returned the favor by picking out some dishes for her.
Shen Yiyue looked at Ning Yu with surprise, as if seeing a different person.
Only Ning Yu knew how precious these moments of normalcy were to her, even if they were brief.
If this really was a dream,
She hoped she would never wake up.

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”