Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

The boy asked patiently, and the girl answered patiently.

Everyday topics that brought them closer together shielded them from the gloom of the future. It was as if gears of different densities and sizes were trying to find their proper place, and the somewhat unfamiliar and awkward atmosphere between the two gradually turned into harmony.

Su Qing'an asked:

"Can you eat spicy food?"

A hint of hesitation crossed the girl's fair face, but she finally nodded her chin and answered earnestly:

"A little bit."

...

...

Just half an hour later, the table was already full of dishes. Fu Hua looked at the brightly colored braised pork with osmanthus and the other dishes that were delicious and visually appealing without saying a word, and felt very strange.

She remembered that braised pork should take a while to cook, and half an hour is definitely not enough.

Moreover, he made more than one dish during this period. How did he do that?

The girl originally planned to buy groceries after Su Qing'an woke up, naturally to avoid the food getting cold and losing its flavor.

This gentle thoughtfulness is clearly proof that the girl was being hypocritical before.

Although she secretly hoped to treat him to a good meal before sending him away, whether Fu Hua could bear to let a clearly homeless person wander around at night was another question.

The food had already been served by Su Qing'an, and chopsticks were placed in front of her. During this time, it seemed that there was little room for her to interfere with the arrangement of the bowls and chopsticks or the cooking process in the kitchen.

The reason was that the other person's movements were so smooth and quick that the girl felt completely useless.

For a moment, Fu Hua doubted whether her previous deduction was wrong. Such skillful cooking not only reassured the girl that she wouldn't eat any terrible food, but also made her feel that Su Qing'an was actually an experienced househusband, rather than a killer who came from some bloody and turbulent environment.

But no matter how skilled you are, it's not normal to shorten the normal cooking time of this dish to half an hour.

With concerns about the taste, she carefully examined the appearance of the braised pork. The ratio of dark soy sauce to light soy sauce seemed to be normal, and the color was very appealing, making the little girl's appetite quite strong.

It wasn't because Fu Hua was easy to deal with, but simply because, in addition to having an unusually large appetite, she was also having a very tough time today.

Having convinced herself that it wasn't gluttony at all, the girl continued to look at the braised pork on the plate with a slightly reserved air.

The dish, which would inevitably be greasy, was somewhat neutralized by the dried osmanthus petals sprinkled evenly on the meat, giving it a refreshing and fragrant taste.

The girl secretly glanced at Su Qing'an sitting opposite her, and encouraged by his gaze, used her chopsticks to put the braised pork into her bowl.

The pieces of meat that rolled into the bowl were all the same size as those on the plate, which showed the precision of the knife skills.

The rich sauce permeated every grain of rice, and the aroma of the braised pork, sprinkled with a few osmanthus petals, was even more enticing as the braised pork simmered.

She tentatively picked up a piece of braised pork, took a bite, and put it in her mouth to taste.

The sauce made her cherry-colored lips look moist and glossy, making you want to taste them.

The girl's eyes sparkled with excitement as she experienced the positive feedback from her mouth.

The fragrance of osmanthus was exceptionally sweet for some reason. The delicate floral aroma that burst forth upon tasting was incredibly lingering and lingering, completely eliminating any greasiness from the braised pork.

The well-blended spices and rock sugar, combined with a subtle saltiness, create an excellent flavor, and the taste is much better than the pork I used to buy.

Should we call it magical cooking skills?

Each layer of texture is clearly displayed on the tongue and rolls around in the mouth.

The girl herself clearly didn't have such an accurate sense of taste, but she could miraculously perceive the subtle differences in each layer of texture and the delicious flavors that came from their collision.

I always feel that the normal method can't produce this taste.

This is the honest assessment from the heart of a girl who tries so hard to maintain an elegant eating demeanor.

Because her father's cooking skills were so mediocre, Fu Hua learned to cook at a very young age.

Moreover, because Fu Hua was very popular with the elders in the neighborhood, she could usually get cheaper prices for groceries than her father did, which eventually led to the task of cooking falling to the girl.

For Fu Hua, whose culinary skills were now considered average, Su Qing'an's cooking skills were practically indistinguishable from magic. She asked with some curiosity:

"How come you finished cooking all the dishes in just half an hour?"

And... not only is it fast, but it also tastes so good.

Su Qing'an stared blankly at the girl's youthful face, momentarily stunned by her answer.

The boy recalled his question to Fu Hua that day. He asked her why she could make brownies so quickly and why they tasted no different from those made normally, or even better.

She responded with a smile.

All of this is strikingly similar to what is happening now, like a strange cycle.

[Su Qing'an. Have you been underestimating the power of the Taixu Sword Qi's ability to manipulate Honkai energy all along?]

For just this one sentence, he gradually abandoned his original aversion to using Honkai energy and began to try to learn, improve, and more precisely control the use of Honkai energy.

But when it comes down to the details, it's all about culinary skills.

How should I answer this?

Su Qing'an smiled.

This is a question whose answer is obvious without needing to be said.

He said softly:

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Just like back then, when that girl taught him how to learn [Thousand Stars].

It turns out that time really is so unpredictable and mysterious, capable of changing so many events into such bizarre and fantastical ways. And Su Qing'an suddenly felt that perhaps seeing Fu Hua was not a coincidence, but an inevitable result.

The answer was so mystical yet so certain that the boy had no doubts whatsoever the moment he arrived at it.

And then Atropos's words from that time flashed into his mind.

Su Qing'an understood even more clearly that there was already conclusive evidence for many things.

The time and location of random respawns are not entirely random.

What seemed like casual and perfunctory public information at the time now appears to be quite meaningful.

He kept his guess to himself, and as he watched the girl eating quietly and somewhat reservedly, his smile grew even wider.

After swallowing the food in her mouth, Fu Hua responded:

"Learn what? Cooking?"

Su Qing'an said:

"It can be, or it can not be."

The girl tilted her head in confusion and muttered:

"What exactly is it? It sounds so mystical!"

The young man smiled and said:

"Let me put it this way, I can teach you a way to make cooking faster and tastier, and the method I teach you will eventually allow you to reproduce the techniques I used to present to you."

The means to get right in front of me?

The girl was taken aback. After realizing the other person's somewhat convoluted words, she understood that they were referring to her jumping from the eighth floor.

Can I do that too?

Such an unscientific thing clearly sounds like a hoax, and what does it have to do with making food taste better?

These are clearly unrelated things, so how did Su Qing'an connect them?

The girl secretly poked at the tempting braised pork in her bowl with her chopsticks, her thoughts wandering and her feelings complicated.

Of course, she didn't completely disbelieve it, since the other party had already presented her with concrete examples.

It's an undeniable fact that the other party can do these things, but it sounds questionable that I can do them too.

The girl understood that even if she could do many things herself, it was difficult to expect others to do the same.

Just like the set of boxing techniques her father taught her, Fu Hua might have mastered them in a few days, but someone else might not have been able to learn them even after several months.

This is the most basic difference.

Su Qing'an gave her the feeling that he was going to teach her some unique and unparalleled martial arts technique. Once she learned it, flying over rooftops and scaling walls would be child's play. At the very least, she could play hopscotch and jump up to the height of the eighth floor without getting out of breath or injured.

But putting aside whether peerless martial arts techniques are easy to cultivate, the problem is why such things can be taught so casually? It sounds like something that should never be passed on casually. Even Fu Hua's own family martial arts cannot avoid sectarianism.

But Su Qing'an quickly gave Fu Hua an answer.

"Yes, I'm going to teach you a technique called Taixu Sword Qi."

"In exchange, could I stay at your house for a short period of time?"

Fu Hua kept repeating this name, feeling a particular fondness for it:

"Tai Xu Sword Qi?"

Su Qing'an confirmed:

"Tai Xu Sword Qi".

Although she kept telling herself she wanted him to leave, the girl knew she was actually a little reluctant to part with him, especially since she was about to meet such a strange person at a turning point in her life, just before heading to Canghai City.

Is this what they call fate?

Even though the young girl was confused about the future, she still had fantasies. At least the brief encounter, like a shooting star, always left her with regrets. It was like a story that ended before it was even turned, which seemed too abrupt.

If she wants the story to continue, she will inevitably have to contend with some lingering thoughts.

Ever since she met Su Qing'an, a strange feeling had been telling the girl that the person in front of her would never hurt her.

Therefore, from a purely safety perspective, even if Fu Hua witnessed the opponent's abilities, she was not worried about them.

Having gone through this much internal struggle, the answer is actually quite obvious.

The girl didn't even glance at him, but just kept her head down and quietly poked at the rice in her bowl.

After a while, she said softly:

"If... you do the housework."

Su Qing'an looked at her reddened earlobes and suppressed a smile as she said:

"Including cooking?"