As the evening sun cast its fading glow, the reeds by the small lake outside the window blushed red, while several water birds flapped their wings near the water, tracing beautiful arcs in the twilight sky. 0

Fang Yuzhu had changed into casual home attire, her long hair tied up with a silk ribbon. Though she still carried the aura of a Daoist immortal, she seemed closer to the mundane world. In the kitchen, she perused the menu, studying various recipes. Occasionally, she consulted her phone for information, seeking the best methods to prepare each dish.0

Wang Xuan observed her gentle profile, finding the scene surreal. A supreme being, a fairy hardly matched in the celestial realms, was now cooking. She was fully absorbed, her fair and lovely face glowing faintly with a divine halo, as if she was studying sacred scriptures rather than cooking steps.0

Then, Fang Yuzhu began to demonstrate her culinary skills. Her arms moved gracefully, her fair fingers skillfully managing the stir-fry, embodying a form of beauty. Wang Xuan was convinced that Fang Yuzhu had never cooked since becoming an immortal. Her fluid motions were a testament to her profound cultivation, with physical and mental responses far beyond ordinary comprehension. As she followed the recipe, her textbook-level culinary execution seemed to elevate cooking to an art form, offering a visual feast.0

"I now believe that...0