He didn’t want to go back and ask Qiqi, because he wanted to surprise her. He fiddled with it for a while but still couldn’t figure it out. Finally, in a fit of frustration, with a soft *hiss*, a jade-green flame ignited in his right palm—Samadhi True Fire. This fire was truly wonderful—no pollution, no smoke, no need for resources, with even heat and adjustable intensity. It was both hygienic and environmentally friendly... Oh no, the fire was a bit too strong; the soup was burnt. The Wolf King quickly extinguished the flame in his hand and inspected his handiwork. Hmm, sticky and thick, just like bird’s nest soup. Though it had a faint burnt smell, a bit more sugar should cover it up, right? Proud of his creation, the Wolf King found a glass sugar jar, scooped in several big spoonfuls, poured it into a small bowl, and even used magic to cool it to the perfect temperature. Excitedly, he brought it to Qiqi. At that moment, Qiqi was once again immersed in a sea of books, muttering to herself. Rong Yi called her several times before she looked up. She took the bowl of white fungus soup, smiled, and said, “Thanks,” then buried herself back in her studies. Lost in thought over a question in her book, she didn’t notice the Wolf King’s mood—he had cooked for the first time and was eagerly awaiting her praise. After waiting a while, Rong Yi saw that Qiqi still showed no sign of drinking it. His pride took a hit—did she think his soup wasn’t good? How unfair. So, the Wolf King stepped forward, deciding to get back at Qiqi—he’d snatch the soup from her hands, drink it all, and leave none for her. Thus, Qiqi watched as the Wolf King raised the bowl, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. Then, with a *bleh*, he spat it all out: “Ah, what a strange taste! What’s going on?” Huh? What’s wrong? Qiqi looked at the Wolf King’s handsome face scrunching up like a steamed bun and found it amusing. She picked up the bowl and took a sip herself: “Wow, you put MSG in instead of sugar.” Ah? Rong Yi was dejected—there was still a whole pot in the kitchen. He had planned to finish this bowl and then pour some more for Qiqi. Qiqi laughed: “Rong Yi, thank you. Even though the soup tastes weird, well... hey, for your first time cooking, you managed to stew the white fungus soup this well, and in such a short time. You’re really amazing.” She tried to find some words to praise the Wolf King, but he had already snatched the bowl back and walked off in a huff. Qiqi felt a twinge of regret—had she made him angry? A loud *bang* came from outside. Rong Yi had actually left the house. No way—just because of a sugar mix-up, he wasn’t going to storm off, was he? Qiqi panicked and rushed out, but Rong Yi’s figure had already vanished into the night. Standing at the pitch-black courtyard gate, she anxiously looked left and right—left? Right? Rong Yi, which way did you go? She remembered she had just given him a phone yesterday, so she quickly pulled it out and dialed: “Rong Yi, where are you going?” Rong Yi’s voice on the other end sounded distant, tinged with the dust of the night air: “Qiqi, focus on your studies. I’m heading into the city to get you some late-night snacks.” For several days in a row, she ate the late-night snacks the Wolf King brought back—endless varieties, still sizzling with heat. Qiqi felt blissful. After all, those snacks weren’t available in the old town past midnight. To get them, you’d have to travel nearly an hour by car to the city center. The Wolf King was incredible—even from that far away, he kept the snacks piping hot, as if they’d just come out of the oven. Having the Wolf King by her side—that was happiness.