As Alden navigated through the kitchen, the same space where Arlan and Lysandra had prepared countless meals, something subtle yet distinct unfolded. Though the ingredients he used were the same, and the pots and pans bore the same rustic charm, the food that Alden crafted carried a different essence.
Elrian, with his newfound sensitivity to Qi, could sense a soft thrum of energy as Alden went about his culinary choreography. It was gentle, almost like a soft tune that resonated with the rhythm of nature, a whisper of Qi that danced amidst the sizzle and aroma filling the kitchen.
