When Yuan Si came home, her mother saw her empty-handed and assumed she hadn't managed to get the pots. She was just about to offer a few words of comfort, saying that while not having a proper wok was inconvenient, they could still cook with their earthenware pot.
But the young girl just shook her head, led her into the kitchen, and sure enough, two iron woks were already there.
Her mother was overjoyed. Muttering praises for her daughter's Immortal Master, she set the two woks onto the stove eyes. After they were in place, she stood back and admired them for a good while.
"Now this looks like a proper kitchen." Without the right tools for cooking, a house just doesn't feel like a home.
"Yep. From now on, we won't have to just eat noodles and dough drop soup. We can steam buns and make flatbreads now." Yuan Si was also very happy.
Her needs were really quite simple. As long as she could eat well and fill her belly in between her training sessions, that was enough.
