I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

Ning Qian continued to stare at the rice cooker's instruction manual, her brows slightly furrowed.

She recognized the writing system in this world, but she wasn't sure about the meaning of some words.

Cup, graduations, water level.

She read it three more times before she finally understood.

So that's what the numbers engraved on the cup meant.

She carefully rinsed the rice, poured it into the pot, added water, and covered it with the lid.

When I pressed the switch, my finger paused slightly before pressing it down firmly.

The light came on, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she looked at the range hood.

This thing produces air; you need to learn how to use it.

She studied it for a while before finding the switch.

When she pressed it, a buzzing sound rang out, and the wind blew a few strands of her hair up.

She quickly turned it off and glanced back at Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought, with a silly grin on his face.

Ning Qian withdrew her gaze.

What's your junior brother thinking? Why is he smiling so foolishly...?

She continued studying the stove.

How to turn on the fire, how to adjust the heat, and how to use the spatula.

She learned these very quickly; they were indeed much simpler than the formations in the cultivation world.

She started cooking.

The oil is hot, the vegetables are added, and they sizzle.

Her grip on the spatula was a little stiff, but her movements were very serious.

She adds salt and soy sauce entirely by feel.

I think I'm right.

........

After finishing the meal and cleaning up...

Ning Qian changed her clothes, wearing Fang Xuan's hoodie and pants.

It's loose-fitting, but it can't hide her good looks and figure.

"Let's go," Ning Qian said, extending her hand.

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then grasped it.

Fingers intertwined...

.......

Once outside, the two walked down the street.

The streetlights were dimly lit, casting long shadows on them.

The shops along the street were open, and warm yellow light shone through them, spilling onto the sidewalk.

Ning Qian walked very slowly, each step steady.

Fang Xuan followed her rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow.

The two were about the same height, and when they walked together, their shoulders were almost touching.

Ning Qian thought this was great; she didn't have to look up or stand on tiptoe when kissing her junior brother...

Her hands were soft, cold, yet warm.

Fang Xuan held her hand, his heart beating faster than usual, but much calmer than at home.

The evening breeze along the river was very pleasant.

The heat on Fang Xuan's face gradually faded, and his thoughts began to drift away...

They walked quietly without saying a word.

But why does it feel so comfortable?

It's like they can remain silent forever, or they can speak at any time.

It's as if they've been walking like this for a long time, but they'll continue walking for even longer...

People come and go on the trail.

There were people walking their dogs, jogging, and pushing strollers.

Ning Qian watched with some curiosity.

The people in this world all seem very ordinary.

There is no spiritual power, no laws, and no extraordinary power.

But they lived a lively and earnest life.

The river breeze tousled her hair. A few strands drifted down to her face, obscuring half of her eye.

Fang Xuan subconsciously reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear... Then his hand stopped on the top of her head and gently touched it.

Hmm...? He suddenly paused, taken aback.

Why am I making this movement? It feels like I've done it so many times...

"Don't touch your senior sister's head without permission." Ning Qian also put on a stern face and subconsciously said this.

Fang Xuan was a little embarrassed, he really didn't know why he had started doing it.

"Okay...okay, sister..."

......

The two continued walking forward hand in hand.

The night market gradually became lively.

Barbecue stalls, milk tea shops, and carts selling trinkets are crowded on both sides of the street.

It was noisy with people, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Fang Xuan used to think that he didn't like crowds at all.

Only now do I realize that it's simply because those exciting moments weren't for him...

Walking up to a candied hawthorn stall, bright red hawthorn skewers were stuck on straw, coated with glistening sugar, and sparkled under the lights.

Fang Xuan stopped in his tracks.

"Boss, one skewer, please."

He pointed to the strawberries.

Ning Qian glanced at the price tag... ten yuan.

Ten yuan? That's so expensive, you could buy two kilograms of rice with that.

She tugged at Fang Xuan's sleeve, "No need, junior brother."

The house my junior brother lives in is so small, it probably doesn't cost much.

Although she didn't know the prices here, spending ten yuan on a string of fruit seemed like such a waste...

Fang Xuan wasn't poor.

The house is small, but it's located in a good school district in the city center...

"Sister...don't you like it?" Fang Xuan asked.

"Mmm..." Ning Qian responded softly.

Fang Xuan looked up and said, "Sorry, boss, we don't need it."

The shopkeeper glanced at him, said nothing, and put the candied hawthorn back in.

The two continued walking forward.

Fang Xuan thought for a moment, then asked, "Sister... is there anything you'd like to buy?"

Ning Qian thought about it carefully.

"pork."

My junior brother's favorite food is pork. He doesn't like fatty pork, but it can't be all lean; it has to have a little bit of fat in it.

And I like to add extra chili...

Fang Xuan was clearly taken aback. "Huh?"

Pork? He thought of a hundred answers, but never this one.

He pretended to open his phone and then quickly typed in the message.

[What does it mean when a girl says she wants to buy pork while we're shopping?]

"Because she likes you..."

The sound of doubao (a type of steamed bun) rang out, and Fang Xuan hurriedly and frantically pressed the stop button again...

But it's too late.

The automated voice answered clearly in the quiet night.

He coughed lightly a few times, and his ears started to turn red again...

Ning Qian's ears twitched; there was a woman's voice.

She immediately became sensitive.

"Who are you talking to?"

She looked over, her eyes cold and aloof.

Fang Xuan quickly put his phone in his pocket. "It's not a phone call... it's..."

"If you're talking to other women," Ning Qian interrupted him, her voice not loud, but every word was clear.

"I'll punish you until you can't get out of bed..."

She could tolerate anything, but she couldn't stand her junior brother getting close to other women, or even talking to them.

Her junior brother could only ever be hers, even though she knew that everything here was fake, just a world from her junior brother's memories...

Fang Xuan gasped, then swallowed hard.

He quickly shook his head.

"There's no other woman, it's the phone, the assistant in the phone."

Ning Qian stared at him for a long time.

Only after confirming that he hadn't lied did she look away.

"Um......"

She took his hand and continued walking forward.

Fang Xuan followed beside her, his heart pounding...

That last sentence... "punished to the point where he can't get out of bed..."

What does that mean...?