In a warm, cozy kitchen, an foxian with pink hair stood by the stove. His ears perked up as he stirred a bubbling pot, the aroma of herbs filling the air, as he adds more and more spicy ingredients- to feel, at least something.

For months now, Jiaoqui, having poisoned the monster Hoolay, at the cost of himself being on the verge of death..is scarred, without taste nor sight– a blind fox.

"As the saying goes, a chef who doesn't want to be a healer isn't worth his salt... Don't worry..I'm content."