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Qi Zhimu fell into deep thought, occasionally raising his gaze to take in the cunning and anticipation flashing in Hei Ta's eyes.

The promise from our past life surfaced in my mind.

Having figured this out, he suddenly smiled with relief and spoke in accordance with her wishes.

"It's magic, omnipotent magic, isn't it?"

"Absolutely correct!"

Black Tower, mimicking the magician of yesteryear, snapped his fingers in a show of coolness.

Holding the scepter, he lightly spun around in place.

Starlight cascaded down from the top of the scepter, enveloping the entire body.

As the light faded, the apron and loungewear on Black Tower disappeared.

Instead, she wore a well-tailored, mysterious purple dress, topped with a pointed wizard's hat.

At this moment, she looked exactly like a quirky and mischievous witch.

"You used to be my boy magician, now I'm your girl magician, our roles have been switched."

Hei Ta leaned close to Qi Zhimu's chest, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes shimmered.

At this moment, she no longer possessed any of the arrogance and sharp tongue she displayed in public; all that remained was the charming coquettishness unique to Qi Zhimu.

"When I was little, I said that when I grew up I would marry you and take care of you."

"Although the first attempt at cooking was a failure, failure is merely a stepping stone to success for a genius."

"One day I will be able to make the perfect breakfast, so I am fulfilling my promise step by step."

Qi Zhimu was deeply moved.

"After all these years, do you still remember those innocent words you said as a child?"

Upon hearing this, Black Tower immediately became displeased. She pouted slightly, feigning anger.

"Back then you said that girls shouldn't easily tell boys they like them, and that we were both still young and didn't understand what it meant to like someone with marriage in mind."

Qi Zhimu smiled and nodded: "Yes, you said back then that you would make a decision later when you understood it better."

"We made a pinky promise back then! Now that I've seen all the splendor of the galaxy, I want to make it clear to you—"

Hei Ta stood on tiptoe, placed his hands on Qi Zhimu's shoulders, and looked directly into his eyes.

"Qi Zhimu, listen carefully, I, Hei Ta, like you!"

"This affection began on that night and has continued to this day, in the Amber Era 2157, without ever changing."

"And you? Do you like me?"

A direct and passionate confession.

Qi Zhimu blinked, and under the expectant yet slightly nervous gaze of the Black Tower, slowly shook his head and uttered three words.

"dislike."

Black Tower froze instantly, his hands stiffened, and disbelief and panic flashed in his purple pupils.

She never expected that after pouring her heart out like this, she would be met with rejection.

At that moment, she felt like her whole world was collapsing.

Before the huge disappointment could turn into tears of grievance, Qi Zhimu's next words caused her mood to plummet like a rollercoaster.

He lowered his head slightly, his forehead touching hers, a smile playing on his lips, his voice magnetic.

"I absolutely love it."

Black Tower stood there, stunned, his cheeks as red as ripe apples.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and the throbbing sensation spread throughout my body.

"You're so skilled at this, you must have said it to many other women over the years, right?" She deliberately used a sarcastic tone to cover up her inner embarrassment.

Wow, the contrast is huge...

Back then, Brother Mu was reserved and demure; it seemed like he wouldn't say such mushy things even if the sky were to fall.

The magician who was resurrected because of her is a complete hypocrite and a tsundere.

To hear such words from a proud and arrogant person is a pipe dream.

Unless the situation is reversed, and she dies in front of him, leaving only her final confession, his pride will not allow him to shed his disguise and face his true feelings.

"No, I learned it from the Xianzhou novel."

Qi Zhimu spread his hands and sighed repeatedly.

"Just last night, many of the firsts I've kept in my life for over a hundred years were forcefully taken away by someone. Who is that person? It's so hard to guess."

Black Tower gave a soft hum, and his ears no longer turned red.

Last night's actions were entirely driven by genuine emotions.

Last night's impulse stemmed entirely from genuine emotion; centuries of accumulated longing erupted, enough to burst open even a volcano.

"Okay, let me finish making breakfast first."

Qi Zhimu gently pinched Hei Ta's soft cheek.

"Great magician girl, please take a seat at the dining table. We'll leave the rest to the sea patrol ranger."

Heita, a smile that seemed to linger on her lips, obediently sat down to the side, resting her chin on her hands, her eyes fixed on his busy back.

"Then I'll have to really examine your current skills. If it's not palatable, this genius will not hesitate to deduct points."

"no problem."

Qi Zhimu started working, taking the ingredients and processing them skillfully.

Heat the skillet quickly, add a small piece of butter, and then slide thick-cut bacon and juicy sausage into the pan.

The oil is forced out by the high temperature, and the rich aroma of caramelizes instantly fills the kitchen.

Crack two eggs into the pan with one hand. The egg whites solidify as they heat up, and the edges turn an enticing crispy golden brown.

Paired with juicy roasted tomatoes and a spoonful of soft, tender baked beans in tomato sauce, a classic Chongqing breakfast is quickly plated.

Qi Zhimu continued working, lifting the lid of the small soup pot next to him.

With his palm close to the stove, the imaginary energy is transformed through his special ability to play a different role, and the fire intensity increases instantly upon touching the flames.

"I've never seen anyone use the power of the Hunting Fate like this before..."

Black Tower couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Qi Zhimu shrugged.

"Although the life of a sea patrolman is free and unrestrained, one is bound to be exposed to the elements. In order to ensure that one can eat well at any time, one must develop some special uses."

Steam billows from the soup pot, the rice grains are cooked until they are translucent and bloom, and the sweet aroma of seafood fills the air.

Once it was almost done, Qi Zhimu shredded the raw vegetables, seasoned them, and mixed them into two small dishes of refreshing and crisp cold salad.

Before long, two very different breakfasts were served.

The food was delicious and visually appealing, and the rising steam from the rice porridge filled the space between the two of them.

Qi Zhimu handed the cutlery to Hei Ta and teased him:

"Breakfast in the style of Chongqing versus breakfast in the style of my hometown in this world, I wonder which one the witch would prefer?"

Hei Ta glanced at the fragrant food in front of him, but instead of taking the utensils, he suddenly leaned out and pecked Qi Zhimu on the cheek.

"Only children make choices. I, a genius, want everything you've made."

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I can't believe this book got a 9-point rating so quickly, thank you so much!

To celebrate Lady Pointy Hat getting to eat, isn't it a bit much for Haki to ask for some love-fueled energy? (✪ ω ✪)