The sunlight filtered through the white gauze curtains, lazily resting its hand on her quilt.
The broom in the corner hopped over and tapped the bed.
Mu Ying woke up at the sound, gently stroked the broomstick to calm it, then got up and went into the bathroom to wash up and change into her spring school uniform.
She was always the first to wake up. Ever since she had mastered Cooking Magic and set out to capture the witches' hearts with the delicious dishes she had enjoyed in two lifetimes, she had taken on the primary role in the kitchen.
The senior sisters had also consciously started delegating various tasks to the younger ones, knowing that in a year's time, it would be their responsibility to take care of newcomers and pass these tasks on to them.
Mu Ying's Cooking Magic was now so well-practiced that she only needed to stand near the dining table and could manipulate all kinds of kitchenware with her magic powers effortlessly.
