"Welcome home. I cooked for a change," greeted Ling Yue upon the seer's arrival back home.
"You can't cook," the seer made a snarky and cold remark.
"Well, I followed instructions," Ling Yue twiddled her fingers, slightly disheartened by the comment.
The seer sighed and went ahead to give it a taste.
"Hmm, edible."
"Edible?" she complained.
"I might not like you, but I like food very much. Don't question my judgment. In fact, I can tell you exactly what went wrong," the egoistic seer boasted of his expertise in cooking.
"What?"
"At some point following the instructions, you realized, 'Oh wait, the quantity is too little,' so you adjusted accordingly and messed that up."
Ling Yue marched off, pouting, not that there was any place to march off to in that teeny-tiny house of the seer's. She marched a few rounds, being grumpy.
"Haah, teach me," Ling Yue said, pulling on his shirt.
"Why should I?" the seer questioned.
