The night fell silently over the Verdant Sword Sect. Kyrian's courtyard was illuminated by the lamps hanging from the eaves of the roof.
The aroma of freshly prepared food still lingered in the air, dense and inviting.
Yanyu placed the last dish on the table. Three large bowls of steaming rice, thinly sliced beast meat covered with a thick sauce, stir-fried vegetables, and an herbal soup that released a refreshing fragrance.
Kyrian approached quietly. He sat in front of her, while the fox took a high corner and lay down, pretending not to care.
"Eat," Yanyu said simply, pushing a bowl toward him.
Kyrian took the bowl and immediately tasted the first bite. The flavor was strong and direct, with a faint sweetness, typical of Yanyu's cooking.
"It's good," he said in a neutral tone as he devoured the food, which was enough to make Yanyu smile.
"Of course it is," she replied confidently, also taking her bowl and eating soon after.
