Feifei casually wove a small pavilion out of flowering vines, set up a recliner inside, placed a small table beside it, and then covered the table with melon seeds, peanuts, and various other snacks.
With a flick of her consciousness and a wave of her small hand, everything in the kitchen moved without any wind. Pots, bowls, ladles, and basins washed themselves, all the vegetables prepped themselves, and the frying, stir-frying, stewing, and roasting proceeded with absolute smoothness...
After finishing everything, Feifei languidly half-reclined on the lounge chair, then playfully crooked her little finger.
Chapter 161